<?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-26037370</id><updated>2012-03-14T21:48:14.228+08:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>When neutron star collide'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-8509475873587742310</id><published>2012-03-14T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T21:48:14.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel so blissful</title><content type='html'>Life has been great, ever since I left SingTel. Well, I really missed all my friends there though. But nevermind, since we are still arranging for meetups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer my current job, at least I don't dread going to work every morning. Haha. There's another temp admin clerk at my workplace, she's more familiar with the jobscope. However she will be leaving for Japan on the 23rd, and I'll be left alone to take all the shit and work. Grr. I hope that I'm able to cope with the workload. Hehe, she will be returning to work one month later. There's something about graduates from elite schools. Hmm, they doesn't seem really interested about other ppl's life-at all. Makes work a lil boring since she gave me that kind of feeling she doesn't likes to chat. This is so different from working in SingTel, where by the working environment is really lively! That elite school gal always lunch with her friends working nearby, I guess she only hang out with elite ppl? Lol, nvm, I'm good with eating out with aunties. They'll bring me around tanjong pajar for nice and cheap food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these few days I've been eating dinner with BB. Today we had the crispy chicken meal at McDonalds. Hehe. Seaweed shaker fries! I LOVE IT! BB came tanjong pajar to find me after school. I feel so blessed! :D Sometimes I will see people updating on FB about how their life is complete with friends around. I just feel like saying omg. It's totally incomparable when you have someone with you all the way. How can friends complete your life? You get what I mean? I think the only person who will read my blog would be my silly BB. LOL. Sorry this statement is just pretty random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my 19th birthday with BB! :D He got me a dusty pink Charles &amp; Keith bag! :D Though it's not the one I preferred but I'm still HAPPY! :D We went Ajisen (again) and had tontoro + cha shu ramen! BB didn't like cha shu ramen. The base soup sucks! Lol. We also got ourselves a Ajisen membership card @ $10. It's my birthday month so I'm entitled to 15% discount! :D We went to Daiso and bought a packet of caramel corn chips! Strawberry flavour? Super loved!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, kinda lazy to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-8509475873587742310?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8509475873587742310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-feel-so-blissful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8509475873587742310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8509475873587742310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2012/03/i-feel-so-blissful.html' title='I feel so blissful'/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-6574873560029199039</id><published>2012-03-07T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T22:15:11.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Got up early, drag my ass to work, quitted my job, watched hugo w eunice n kf, went raffles n looked for keith(my agent), went bugis n met up w dian, had qq noodle w kf, totally slipped my mind about dian n headed home. Sometimes I just wish he could be less sticky. Wtf like calling for little little things, irritating the shit out of me.    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-6574873560029199039?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6574873560029199039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2012/03/got-up-early-drag-my-ass-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6574873560029199039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6574873560029199039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2012/03/got-up-early-drag-my-ass-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1172353244551695269</id><published>2012-03-04T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-04T23:45:03.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I love, when I'm afraid to fall?</title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;A lvl results released, ain't too happy with my grades, in fact not a bit happy.. And now I will have to think about what I wanna do in life..should i pick the course for the sake of picking or should I opt for a pte degree? How about being a teacher? Decisions decisions.I don't understand why some of my friends are going on and on about their poor results and yet refusing to share with me what they've got. I was thinking if we share similar results, we can try and keep a look out for courses eligible for the both of us? Tsktsktsk..there's no way I'm gonna go through another painful process of retaking a lvls...besides the focus of the subject changes every year..and my job is driving me crazy..but well at least it trains my softskills. Just painted my nails with tony moly's cracked polish bibi got his friend to buy for me in korea..i was at cwp with my bro earlier on and had that urge to hug my bibi...out of no reasons...hmm...    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-1172353244551695269?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1172353244551695269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2012/03/how-do-i-love-when-i-afraid-to-fall.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1172353244551695269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1172353244551695269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2012/03/how-do-i-love-when-i-afraid-to-fall.html' title='How do I love, when I&amp;#39;m afraid to fall?'/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4292621288674413923</id><published>2012-02-03T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T01:21:26.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Everything I do, I'm just ain't good enough. Ain't important enough to influence ur decisions..good night. Gotta go somewhere tmr to sort out my thoughts..persistent calls jus irritates the hell out of me.    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4292621288674413923?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4292621288674413923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2012/02/everything-i-do-im-just-aint-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4292621288674413923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4292621288674413923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2012/02/everything-i-do-im-just-aint-good.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2762921452336463529</id><published>2012-01-31T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T01:12:51.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I'm feeling this sudden surge of happiness..in da middle of the night at 1.03am. Am listening to 987fm songs. They r on random mode n playing songs like science and faith..super like can..i rmb bk then during my a lvls days i almost spoil da replay button on this song. Somehow it gives me strength..i walked doudou, gacha with bibi..best shot was an imperial dagger..haha...my life feels complete..i was so happy that bb was invited to my niece's birthday party. This shows that my relatives are starting to accept bb..I also met a new trader friend online...and my trading skills almost asian liao..lol made a huge loss investing in ees though..zzI feel so happy to have bb...still thinkin of wad to get for him on v day..Kelly services delay my pay...wtf and they promised to give me a callback...zz    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-2762921452336463529?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2762921452336463529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2012/01/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2762921452336463529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2762921452336463529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2012/01/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1987550380959595838</id><published>2011-12-29T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:09:04.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doudou pampers day!</title><content type='html'>Just some random pictures of Dou Dou in her diapers! Anw it's her first time wearing pampers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/22XZbSj3JD" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lxRLpizGYRs/TvwbkHgJauI/AAAAAAAABlc/sO961SNZI_w/s512/DSCF2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/1qDbTDOvFn" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cLP82wr9q4Q/TvwbS58OnkI/AAAAAAAABlM/lv3-_WCABIA/s512/DSCF2269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bribe her with treats to make her guai guai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/JI3zyge8Jh" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-jrW0bdDDivM/TvwbYcTrrgI/AAAAAAAABlU/vhq0ArILFV0/s512/DSCF2270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still she doesn't seem very happy and walk until ka kui kui.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/Dqe8PJHZpc" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-00X71VZTD8U/Tvwb7fWvepI/AAAAAAAABlk/bGCgrgpujfc/s512/DSCF2271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/8aV3sU1sXR" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GwOiqt2MjYw/TvwcD9AGfeI/AAAAAAAABls/87y5RpCVWro/s512/DSCF2272.JPG" /&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/26037370-1987550380959595838?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1987550380959595838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/12/doudou-pampers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1987550380959595838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1987550380959595838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/12/doudou-pampers-day.html' title='Doudou pampers day!'/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lxRLpizGYRs/TvwbkHgJauI/AAAAAAAABlc/sO961SNZI_w/s72-c/DSCF2267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-5143105543148053408</id><published>2011-12-29T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:41:47.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting/ KL trip &amp; also some random outing events</title><content type='html'>Tried to upload some photos on Photobucket, total fail because the whole system was so lag. Switching over to Picasa though they are just a lil faster than Photobucket, any good photo uploader sites to recommend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;GENTING/ KL TRIP!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Gonna briefly blog about it, kinda lazy to elaborate. Picture says a thousand words right? Anw it's a 4D3N trip. We spend only 1 day at Genting and the rest at KL. It's my first overseas trip with BB! Hee Happy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;On our way to the checkpoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/xeQP4xshrJ" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UwcboEK38I4/TvvqTa52hsI/AAAAAAAABik/EZXK2HfQSxw/s512/DSCF2142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee super like this picture, like so xin fu only hor? xD Anw this was taken as the bus was travelling along the never ending 'expressway'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/LznH1PnmWq" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MmSHE0FMKNk/TvvpwFI4jxI/AAAAAAAABiU/vYwcSS48Lro/s512/DSCF2149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Genting at only about 2PM, checking in takes 2-3 hours! Gosh, BB's friends subscribe to the notification in case our no. reach liao. Customer&amp;nbsp;service&amp;nbsp;fail! Bought outdoor theme park tickets which cost 50RM each and proceeded on to the place. It was drizzling slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queuing&amp;nbsp;for pirate ship! BB's friendz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/La8aHw345A" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-P1gINjiZDqY/Tvvp0jTc-xI/AAAAAAAABic/V86UehqLxNo/s512/DSCF2160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousy camera &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/8wuuGJKdlf" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zjxRKh6GagM/Tvvqx6TqZJI/AAAAAAAABis/_Wqzfq-uze4/s512/DSCF2165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were wearing couple tee. Hee. BB's friends were saying if there's a need for the both of us to be wearing the same thing. Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/lXe4ha8Yth" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Gz0vL0RQFTg/TvvreVyehjI/AAAAAAAABi0/H1YMiASMZCE/s512/DSCF2180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at some random zhi char stall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/rtY2MoHZzt" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3ujOVZSDwZQ/TvvrwKvkpnI/AAAAAAAABi8/r4GPWXBSJzc/s512/DSCF2186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this plate of char kuey teow isn't nice at all. If I were to rate it, it would probably only score 2.5/5. There's actually a lot of extra ingredient in it, such as egg shells. Tsk, and the prawns are not fresh at all. What else can you expect from something which cost less than SGD$3 in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/guAoLpGGaZ" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-e0IeOg0eg3k/Tvvr02gvs6I/AAAAAAAABjE/8i0OF5Lst7A/s512/DSCF2191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legendary Lot 10. BB said this mall was open after the opening of Lot 1 in Singapore, how &lt;i&gt;original.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/RC0r4f5BRO" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xKB0v0JbrjQ/TvvsjJaTHsI/AAAAAAAABjU/D0bJ5rPp5ms/s512/DSCF2195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst restaurant ever! Though the food is of affordable range, I would rate the hygiene and&amp;nbsp;ambiance&amp;nbsp;a 2.5/5 also. Tsk tsk tsk. When I was about the eat my share, I&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;there's a grain of rice stuck&amp;nbsp;between&amp;nbsp;the teeth my fork. What the heck. Lol, BB went to the counter to exchange for a new pair, he claims that he say this huge roach crawling across the utensil area. ._. Also, we had to sit on the floor on top of a cushion. No shoes allowed, according to the crew. Fine, what disgust me is they actually wore shoes in the no shoes allowed area, no wonder my butt so itchy la, duno that cushion how long never wash also. All in all it's a fail concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/KZt1jOA7XE" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BXKg-TBZSrI/TvvtEyFmApI/AAAAAAAABjc/dqRIJh1FG_E/s512/DSCF2196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for movies! Magic to win featuring Wu Zhun. We paid 10RM per pax, and the drinks so effing cheap can? Only cost like 2-3RM. Anw the show isn't really as nice as advertised. With no storyline and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/ShCOLw7Jza" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-aFtVIyzz4G0/Tvvsh6dx_4I/AAAAAAAABjM/JZSSzisDyWQ/s512/DSCF2214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary indoor theme park, yes it's inside the shopping mall! I wouldn't even wana ride it. BB and I saw those 'structure' holding the tracks&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;wobbling&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;when the carrier zoom pass leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/NmkASxEaa1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oo1_y6mGOa0/Tvvt8r2-yEI/AAAAAAAABjs/XCwRIVq2ibY/s512/DSCF2224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi char again, this time at a back alley of Chinatown. Ok I must admit this meal is freaking cheap. Like RM125 for 6 people. Dishes consisted of fish, soup, meat, veg.&amp;nbsp;Basically&amp;nbsp;it's everything. In singapore where to find such good deal? Everything tasted above average except for the soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/iM5F0rwS1F" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Kd-wMKZATQY/TvvtugLgF-I/AAAAAAAABjk/0wjJetNqrWM/s512/DSCF2226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/M0kHvbw7bi" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ghx0gh1orik/TvvuRvYVCjI/AAAAAAAABj0/rfATm4yvbvY/s512/DSCF2227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/xdD4nqH3b1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-pb-Hoa0ygy8/TvvvN2n6nBI/AAAAAAAABkE/5yNwkPX7CEo/s512/DSCF2229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at A&amp;amp;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/18njI8rdgH" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-1TYsS2E_I8s/TvvvSt02auI/AAAAAAAABkM/8-mvw7pFVPM/s512/DSCF2242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/75ZAMyFChK" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RyJtRr9IdQI/TvvvAjwjobI/AAAAAAAABj8/hQXJaZRySzQ/s512/DSCF2243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is so funny, I must post it up and show you guys though not very nicely taken! LOL, PHOTOBOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/oYghlgKPbU" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iumBSj08ogM/TvvwjkL9zlI/AAAAAAAABkU/-3SVPOgo1Mw/s512/DSCF2249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the reception counter. I have this dejavu feeling that I actually came here before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/jO8AoG1gFr" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vwu8caAj6fY/Tvvw1nN-RuI/AAAAAAAABkk/VyU027T93Ng/s512/DSCF2253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB looking like a small boyboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/rDFtYBceb5" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kv87zMo4jwI/Tvvw0pzPGPI/AAAAAAAABkc/LqhrkLNyHFs/s512/DSCF2256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner in SG! Nothing beats botak jones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/qJB1tc2fFn" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3z-L6Ba_O6o/TvvxUQXDlFI/AAAAAAAABks/ilv7sWMq8GI/s512/DSCF2264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/5eFJSQJxWs" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TcpC5D0Buc4/TvvxaleldOI/AAAAAAAABk0/Es-cpDkEX1I/s512/DSCF2265.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-5143105543148053408?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5143105543148053408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/12/genting-kl-trip-also-some-random-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5143105543148053408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5143105543148053408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/12/genting-kl-trip-also-some-random-outing.html' title='Genting/ KL trip &amp; also some random outing events'/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UwcboEK38I4/TvvqTa52hsI/AAAAAAAABik/EZXK2HfQSxw/s72-c/DSCF2142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-7387240122959672078</id><published>2011-12-23T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T01:43:57.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I realize I have nobody to turn to when I'm feeling so bored and alone.....lonely post on a lonely night=forever alone    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-7387240122959672078?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7387240122959672078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-realize-i-have-nobody-to-turn-to-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7387240122959672078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7387240122959672078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-realize-i-have-nobody-to-turn-to-when.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-5909877043603600312</id><published>2011-12-20T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T02:30:34.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night post</title><content type='html'>Have the sudden urge to post on my blog. I know right, it's like 1.56AM in da morning. By right I should be sleeping. Ya, by right. HAHA but by left I'm blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19.12.1o&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw&amp;nbsp;Kah Fong&amp;nbsp;bought goodies for me in Taiwan! Happy!! Includes some &lt;i&gt;tu chan&lt;/i&gt; and a pair of yellow earrings. Not bad hor know I likez yellow colour. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job interview! Haha. Went to recruit express @ JE with kf.Wellz, sadly they didn't offer us any job with good prospects. Maybe we have rather high expectations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took shuttle bus to IMM. After walking 'round the mall (yes we went to GIANT gai gai also, problem? xD), kf bought stuffs meant for gift exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt, we visited Cotton On. HAHA! We both tried on a black maxi dress which cost around $40. We came out of the dressing room and show each other how we look in those dresses. I find the armpit hole a lil too huge, and I find it a lil not worth it. One can easily get similar dresses at Bugis Street for a mere $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled our lunch at Fish &amp;amp; Co. Had the student meal which cost $6.95 nett, the best part is it comes with a free drink! We both had passion fruit drink. Hee. Talking of which the fish &amp;amp; chips' serving was rather small but filling. Perhaps it's the fries,&amp;nbsp;carbohydrate&amp;nbsp;and stuff, you know...The waiter was a lil&amp;nbsp;exaggerated. He served us with 6 different types of sauces when I ask him what kind of sauce he have to offer. ~.~ Seriously 6 types of sauces for two small serving of fish &amp;amp; chips? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Daiso, walked around and forgotten about the timing. Bought a Lady gaga inspired bow wig hair accessory. I find myself super picky. For something that cost only $2 I must inspect the item for a bloody long time and make sure it's in perfect condition. Lol, I'll make sure I'm getting the nicest bow from the shelves. Kf bought a piggy lunch box which I think it's meant for gift exchange. Anw I don't think any of her clique mates will check out my blog so I guess it's kinda safe to post it here. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the basement hoping to grab a bite. Walao, no more EAT. laksa. I was like "WHAT? Now what time only no more laksa." Okay I told you we lost track of time liao ma, didn't realise people are already getting ready to knock off from work liao. But it's quite&amp;nbsp;disappointing&amp;nbsp;I didn't get to eat my laksa!! Kf wanted to order the economic beehoon oh my gosh. So&amp;nbsp;skinny&amp;nbsp;liao still eat no nutrition de food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the free shuttle bus to JE and board onto the train towards CCK. Only upon reaching Lot 1 then I realised it's already 9.40PM! Went to the basement hoping that there's still laksa. Sadly there isn't. So we decided to visit the toilet first before deciding what to do. On our way to the toilet, we saw tokshirul and gang at Long John Silver. Lol, quite surprised because to us they don't seem to be the type who will hang out and keep in touch after&amp;nbsp;curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&amp;nbsp;visiting&amp;nbsp;that smelly as usual basement toilet, we decided to buy some discounted sushi! Bought quite alot of sushi for $3+. Didn't have much of a choice though. My share was&amp;nbsp;predominately&amp;nbsp;tuna rolls. Lol. It's okay, I love tuna anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home feeling tired and tangoed with BB. BB went Bali this morning, noOO without me ): Happy to hear BB's voice, though the network is kinda weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took out the goodies kf bought for me from Taiwan and took a few pictures. Logon to MS and tried the Ice Knight thingy for the first time. Lol it was quite awesome.&amp;nbsp;After all&amp;nbsp;maple isn't totally just about hitting mushrooms and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog about the genting trip in my next post. Stay tuned. Love you guys. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-5909877043603600312?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5909877043603600312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/12/late-night-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5909877043603600312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5909877043603600312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/12/late-night-post.html' title='Late night post'/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-3859550811456551643</id><published>2011-12-09T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T01:14:40.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I need a new place where I can find happiness, perhaps temporarily.    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-3859550811456551643?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3859550811456551643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-need-new-place-where-i-can-find.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3859550811456551643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3859550811456551643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-need-new-place-where-i-can-find.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4466496690149812014</id><published>2011-11-19T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T01:10:27.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Hello it's me again. Just wondering if anyone is still watching this space. Time check: 1.04AM. I can't fall asleep. I feel like crap. Sucks to be me.    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4466496690149812014?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4466496690149812014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-its-me-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4466496690149812014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4466496690149812014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-its-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-8258073724144083528</id><published>2011-10-23T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:49:43.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luckiest gal on earth</title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I'm the luckiest gal on earth because I have a lovely bibi. Earlier I was having a bad cramp and was stuck at je. It was so bad that every single step I took I felt nauseous. Bibi rush all the way down to je within 15 minutes and took me home. No one has every treated me in such a manner before. My mom even said I deserve the cramps because I didn't heed her advice and eat the bai feng wan. Lol it's not as if I don't wana eat them, it's actually because I couldn't find them.and most probably my sista finished them alr. I'm Feelin so weak nao. Bibi heading off for a dinner at CC. Couldn't Join them for obvious reasons. Can't Wait till after a lvls.     &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-8258073724144083528?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8258073724144083528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/10/luckiest-gal-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8258073724144083528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8258073724144083528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/10/luckiest-gal-on-earth.html' title='Luckiest gal on earth'/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4409262909634492872</id><published>2011-10-07T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T17:32:53.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time since we last took a picture tgt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;RANDOM POST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2xPyTyr7Jk/To7HC6vi6kI/AAAAAAAABh8/w8UtUUdxZQw/s1600/309450_10150331199568604_581158603_8053806_948959495_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2xPyTyr7Jk/To7HC6vi6kI/AAAAAAAABh8/w8UtUUdxZQw/s320/309450_10150331199568604_581158603_8053806_948959495_n.jpg" width="320" /&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/26037370-4409262909634492872?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4409262909634492872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-been-long-time-since-we-last-took.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4409262909634492872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4409262909634492872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-been-long-time-since-we-last-took.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time since we last took a picture tgt'/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k2xPyTyr7Jk/To7HC6vi6kI/AAAAAAAABh8/w8UtUUdxZQw/s72-c/309450_10150331199568604_581158603_8053806_948959495_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2310338446137598777</id><published>2011-09-24T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T13:41:11.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding dinner at intercontinental hotel tmr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;So looking forward to it....but I'm having cramps now. Super afraid  that I might not be able to make it tomorrow. Argh cramps will be the most unbearable on the first n second day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;I love baby's company. Had four rounds of monopoly deal with him. No definite winner cause its a draw. Lol. Bibi bully me de...always dealbreak me n play cheat. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;The day before I was at his house eating lunch. His mom prepared chicken rice. Super nice!! Haha super blessed to have a mil who can cook a variety of dishes and takes pretty good care of me. A few days ago I was waiting for bibi to release from school at his house, bibi mommy bought me roasted chicken rice and added an egg for me. Aww..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;P.s I really despise this cousin of mine. She thinks so highly of herself and always bao to to my mommy saying that she see me n this guy, which is obviously bibi, on many occasions. Lol srsly, she's just like some of my friends whose so insecure and having that old fashioned way of thinking. They think that one can only have boyfriend when she's around 20, only can hold hands or exchange kisses when one gets married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Lol srsly..in anyway I think r/s isn't as scary as seen on fml or those r/s quotes please..I learn a lot of things from bibi and I feel that people talking behind our back are just a piece of jealous turd. Lolz. I wonder how they can pass their gp essay if it was a topic about marriage.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-2310338446137598777?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2310338446137598777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/09/wedding-dinner-at-intercontinental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2310338446137598777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2310338446137598777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/09/wedding-dinner-at-intercontinental.html' title='Wedding dinner at intercontinental hotel tmr'/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-6956577927732855664</id><published>2011-09-15T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T09:42:43.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I really undeserving of a properly breakfast? How come my mom can spend the whole morning at the coffeeshop enjoying her breakfast, whereby I have to stay at home to eat yesterday's night leftover bun? Nevermind about the fly in my milo, but I just want some proper breakfast. That's all I ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-6956577927732855664?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6956577927732855664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/09/am-i-really-undeserving-of-properly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6956577927732855664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6956577927732855664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/09/am-i-really-undeserving-of-properly.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-6605252867821649132</id><published>2011-09-07T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:01:04.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a chore</title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I find it so hard to please anyone..even myself..I'm having so much negative thoughts..everyday..when i see people complaining how misetable their life is I feel like slapping them in the face..and the first thing i got to know after a long n tiring day at school is about some other gals period not coming for 6mths...thats the last thing I wana know..cant some people be nicer and ask about my day in school? I know its boring and my life isn't as interesting than that of yours. I know I ain't that smart to score straight As like you in a lvls..i know lifes a breeze for u during ur jc days..I know you have great friends.. I don't..ok? I feel so stressed up when I'm on phone with you..afraid that im not as interesting as all of ur frenz in sch..or perhaps afraid that I might disrupt ur hubit game...    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-6605252867821649132?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6605252867821649132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-chore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6605252867821649132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6605252867821649132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-chore.html' title='Life is a chore'/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-3168349406856207597</id><published>2011-09-05T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T14:31:22.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I think facebook don't need me anymore. I don't know what to do there, not even posting comments on peoples wall liao. I feel so redundant for others alr had so much comments on their wall. Twitter is a much friendlier place to be in. Maybe I will visit it sometimes to post some photos? Haha..    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-3168349406856207597?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3168349406856207597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-think-facebook-dont-need-me-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3168349406856207597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3168349406856207597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-think-facebook-dont-need-me-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-680825888387224951</id><published>2011-09-02T07:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T13:40:38.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing out with my windows phone blogger app hohoho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;It's teachers day! Strangely it falls on 2nd September this year. I'm currently sitting on my bed contemplating if I should go school..there's economics lesson today, don't think ita compulsory but i think i should be responsible for my own studies? Doudou came in and lay flat on the floor. Lol damn cute. Only less than 70 days to a lvls and prelims next next week. Jiayouu    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-680825888387224951?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/680825888387224951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/09/testing-out-with-my-windiws-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/680825888387224951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/680825888387224951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/09/testing-out-with-my-windiws-phone.html' title='Testing out with my windows phone blogger app hohoho'/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1101746252934788973</id><published>2011-07-04T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T14:16:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bibi away for army. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-1101746252934788973?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1101746252934788973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/07/bibi-away-for-army.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1101746252934788973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1101746252934788973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/07/bibi-away-for-army.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4965815040740837364</id><published>2011-05-27T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:11:09.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feelings..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a week of battle with the fever devil..................I'VE RECOVERED! Somehow or rather. Besides recovering, I've also know more about people around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, my BIBI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicest guy around. He's the one who will fetch me from school everyday without fail during that terrible 1 week. And also buy me lunch + dinner just to make sure I take my medicine. Bibi very shag, he say now he finally understand why his mom look so tired when he fall sick. He said taking care of a person isn't as easy as he thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bibi's MOMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sort of took care of me by providing my my meals and allowing me to bath at her house. Hee, always asking me how's her cooking and I always give standard reply. Because seriously I'm not a picky eater. Not trained to be one. My mommy's fried beehoon's standard is just to low to be compared with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My DADDY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up 4AM in the morning just to go around finding medicine for my fever. Didn't really work though, I vomited it all out. But I still appreciated it. He's also the guy who wakes up every morning just to do laundry. Urm partly because my mom don't do housework (at all)? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My MOMMY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although she's pretty mean at times, I believe she cares about me. She's a workaholic and loves $$. Haha Who doesn't? She brings me to doctor twice. I guess it's a way of expressing her love through $. I think that's the only nice thing she did to me this whole month. I really hate the idea of her working non stop for the whole day and reaching home only after 11PM. No dinner no nothing. Every morning breakfast will be the same kind of $1 leftover bread Yew Tee Bakery is trying to clear off every 7PM. On weekends, not working? Take away. I'm really sick of take away food and I love home cooked food. But all she can cook is fried beehoon with canned duck meat (eww I hate those tough disgusting things), and I'm SICK OF IT. I guess Bibi's mommy set the standard liao. Hehe. She don't do laundry, don't do housework. And the only thing I remember about her for the year is that she'll visit Sakura for sushi during breaks. Wow. Lol always talking about us wasting money. Every friday she will say "I think tmr we will be going to Sakura, I got voucher leh." Ended up also eating fried beehoon at home. *Yawnz*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My BROTHER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had sore eyez, prolly got it from my mom and I. Stayed at home but didn't help to do housework either. Everything in the house is oblivious to him. It just feels like a hotel to him I guess. What a disappointment. He's confused about his relationships and always complaining about features of her girlfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My SISTER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standard one la every night will forget to brush teeth. Will sleep in a brand new set of uniform too. According to her she's lazy to change out for school the next day. Still don't know how to manage her mens blood mess. Tsk tsk tsk. Started to buy 1 bottle of drink home and keeping it in fridge everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My FRIENDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All exam siao already cannot be bothered about me. Some always so paranoid, keep saying stress stress stress when they are already doing so well. Teach wrong things to confused others. To eliminate competition? Just like what Ms Lee always said, perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S I really hate chemistry lessons, being in that kind of fearful and stressful environment..It's really kinda tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha have this sudden feeling to change my blog link and let only a few know, because I feel weird for people to know about my updates online and faking that they know me real life 100%. I should stop hanging out with people who makes me and the people whom I love feel lousy. They are just living in denial and jealousy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tata for noww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4965815040740837364?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4965815040740837364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/05/feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4965815040740837364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4965815040740837364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/05/feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-704783637749075662</id><published>2011-04-26T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:23:09.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so weak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;"So little time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to understand that I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try to make a move just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to staying the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I try to stay awake and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But everybody's changing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I don't feel the same"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx4Hjq6KwO0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx4Hjq6KwO0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/26037370-704783637749075662?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/704783637749075662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-feel-so-weak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/704783637749075662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/704783637749075662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-feel-so-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-3387074170522607134</id><published>2011-04-05T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:01:05.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What makes me so special when everyone else's receive the same treatment from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something's not right, I can feel it. I just chose to keep quiet about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I find myself talking to Dou Dou about the problems I faced (at times), that's bad. Well, haha, at least she listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so mundane, I wish someone could make my life more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through Shang Hai's picture. Omg I miss those days......): I wana go overseas with my friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You can tell me there's nobody else,&lt;br /&gt;(but I feel it)&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me you're home by yourself,&lt;br /&gt;(but I see it)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your love is a lie- Simple Plan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/26037370-3387074170522607134?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3387074170522607134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-makes-me-so-special-when-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3387074170522607134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3387074170522607134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-makes-me-so-special-when-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-917204804998812178</id><published>2011-03-25T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T10:51:07.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking a short break! Haha, since its like after CT and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after our last paper, Dian, Hui Ying, Florence, Hanna and I went Far East for pasta mania! Florence went to join her friends, so there's only 4 of us. There's 30% student off, like finally? We went there a few times but always dam suay...they always ask us to come back after 2PM, cause the discount starts at 2? Can't they be more flexible? Had basil chicken aglio. TOTAL DISAPPOINTMENT! It just tasted like linguine sir fried with oil. That's about it. I still gei kiang go up size. Hoho.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dian went home after the meal, she need to help her mom with some stuff. Sianz. So, there's now the 3 of us left. But it's not that bad la. HAHA! I realised there's 5 talisman store in Far East. Why do they need so many talisman for? Monopolize? I saw this super chio Juicy inspired bracelet. OMG I'm so gona get it the next time I see it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 190 home together with Hanna and Hui Ying. Talked about random stuffs. Haha including "gold chain" Lim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home and decided to be nice and bring Dou Dou down for a stroll. Very notti gal, she tried to pick up a longan seed from the floor and almost swallowed it. Brought her to the canal pathway. Quite shiok, not much people is hanging around that area, so practically I own the area for that moment. Hahaaa. Silly girl run and run and run. Pant and pant and pant. In the end tired until don't want to climb stairs (and I had to carry her, she's 5KG mind you!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, she's lying flat on the ground nao. Sound asleep. Such a baby...And yet I don't understand why &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people hate JRTs that much. I don't think the breed itself is bad. If problem arises it's prolly due to the owner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visited Niu Niu and Rachel (both JRT) @ BB's cousin's house. BB went to teach his cuz tuition. Niu Niu very poor thing. He contracted cataract due to constant exposure to direct sunlight. Silly boy, the moment I called out his name and sayang him, he started wagging his tail non stop. Like seriously, non stop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After BB's tuition session, we headed to The Coffee Bean @ railway mall. Had white coffee (I guess?) Got this ACJC guy bio at my direction. Very uncomfortable. Didn't tell B but he realized it soon enough. Left shortly after and took 67 to Lot 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home sweet home! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw the other day I bought a M size clothes for Dou Dou, very kawaiineh. Guess what? She can't fit into M size clothes anymore. -_- I tried to fit her into the clothes, The movement of her shoulders super 'compromised' la. BTH. She's walking in very small steps cause of the constrain. Lol, Decided to give the clothes away if anybody needs it. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a Sporn harness for Dou Dou also. She looks super funny in it. Go out sure kena teased. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rw9LmY0h1w/TYzBCH5FFzI/AAAAAAAABfw/Wp9vCTK8SOA/s1600/23-130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rw9LmY0h1w/TYzBCH5FFzI/AAAAAAAABfw/Wp9vCTK8SOA/s320/23-130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588053479882299186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it looked something like this..Silly girl wearing silly harness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am wondering, how come there's so many cases of natural disasters occurring? Is the world really coming to an end? Now Myanmar tio earthquake. I don't want the world to end yet! I still haven't get my A lvl cert nor entered my university! NOoo. I still have a lot of places I want to go.. LIKE VENICE OMFG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture to end my post. Bouquet of flowers from BB! It's our 1st year anniversary! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--keG5lMl_mo/TY1UAjDPA5I/AAAAAAAABf4/qml_j5Jt2u0/s1600/DSCF1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--keG5lMl_mo/TY1UAjDPA5I/AAAAAAAABf4/qml_j5Jt2u0/s320/DSCF1596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588215081022194578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to catch up my sleep. Bai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-917204804998812178?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/917204804998812178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/03/taking-short-break-haha-since-its-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/917204804998812178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/917204804998812178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/03/taking-short-break-haha-since-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rw9LmY0h1w/TYzBCH5FFzI/AAAAAAAABfw/Wp9vCTK8SOA/s72-c/23-130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-6197664927865334021</id><published>2011-03-04T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T18:49:02.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freaking cramps. killing me so bad! AHHHHHH!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Release of A level results today, hmm a lot of thoughts. Am starting to think what will happen to me on the same day next year already. Will I be invited to come school early and advise to dress nice nice? or will I be the one crying upon receiving my results? So so so worried. B always tell me not to worry, cause he will always be by my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh dou dou is breaking my train of thoughts. She's eye-ing on my sister's hamster for hours already! Whining and whining away cause she couldn't get her hands(perhaps mouth?) on the hamster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago I remembered trying  the shoes for fun. B was with me. I told him it was nice fitting. Lol and guess what? B bought new look boots for me as birthday present. YAYNESS! Heeee. But BB a bit fail lor, where got people buy shoe as present keep asking people's shoe size one. Like dam obvious. BUT STILL I LOVE THE SHOES! HEE. EVEN THOUGH I LOVE YOU MORE. HEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QBEB4n7UKyQ/TXEBs5_UfZI/AAAAAAAABfo/ZxiUYMXuxXk/s1600/Untitled56464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QBEB4n7UKyQ/TXEBs5_UfZI/AAAAAAAABfo/ZxiUYMXuxXk/s320/Untitled56464.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580243284281032082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this from the newlook web. Hee. Chio right..but the actual one is brownish in colour, not blackish. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee...Went to B's house earlier for dinner. BB mommy cooked fried rice. Very nice. Heee. Wish my mom could cook like that for me everyday. I prefer eating home cook over eating take away food. It's been quite awhile since my mom last cook a proper meal for everybody. This morning, my mom attempted to cook egg for me, the egg was out of shape and yolk was so so so messy. Spoil my appetite. It's like zero effort put in. I buy from school also better lor. Zzz. Shall not comment further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overdue photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1439.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1444.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a pretty rose for my V day, of course its from my BB xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1450.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went cine and lunched at Saporro ramen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1453.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1455.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1456.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1460.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1465.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1466.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1467.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lava egg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1471.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1473.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1475.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner @ Botak Jones! The cheese mash potato super tasty! B knows me best!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1476.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1478.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dog biscuits we got for Dou Dou the other day at PLC. Look at that silly dog in the background&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/DSCF1479.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-6197664927865334021?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6197664927865334021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/03/freaking-cramps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6197664927865334021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6197664927865334021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/03/freaking-cramps.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QBEB4n7UKyQ/TXEBs5_UfZI/AAAAAAAABfo/ZxiUYMXuxXk/s72-c/Untitled56464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-6528704623599299870</id><published>2011-02-04T00:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T01:08:27.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random post. Hee.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS CNY! Visited most of my relative's house today. Some of them haven't change much. Some looked really different from the last time I saw them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Irene and Zhi Wei for instance. Haven't seen Zhi Wei for years. He was also under my aunty's care when he's young. My bro and I used to play with him everyday. Haha. I almost couldn't recognize him. His mom still look as good. And he's like in NUS alr. Time flies. Next year my turn liao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irene became prettier in one way or another. She wore yellow today. My favourite colour. She's carrying a Chanel bag at the age of 22. Envy envy. Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate a lot of ferro rochers and drank a lot of chrysanthemum tea today. Ate dinner at my aunty's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Jiejie' keep requesting me to bring my bi to her house and introduce him to her. She insisted he's my bf and she saw everything on FB. Gahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daddy's side cuz also ask about my bibi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see this as a form of acceptance. Super happy. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly I'm like listening to all those fergie songs. Superb!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm so glad &lt;i&gt;'You found me'&lt;/i&gt; is inside the top 25 songs of 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-6528704623599299870?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6528704623599299870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6528704623599299870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6528704623599299870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-post.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-947135716168348773</id><published>2011-01-28T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T23:50:24.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been 3 weeks. 3 full weeks. Though tiring but I feel that it's rather fulfilling. Next week gona gong xi gong xi le. Excited! It will be a 4 days off for us. Very lazy to post. No motivation. Busy with work also. Plus the topics I blog about all very repetitive. School, CO, complains. All the same thing. Right now I just feel like...lying on bed. I want to fall asleep while staring at the ceiling. Don't want to think of anything. ): Yesterday before I fell asleep, I was thinking about all the chemistry equations. Silly much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw I met Mr Kat on bus today. Chatted for a bit and he alighted at KSS stop. He said I was so laxing about my studies. Gahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my KSS teachers so so so much...): but I'm not saying my PJC teacher suck or what okay, they rock...equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S I love &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 22px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; line-height: 25px; "&gt;Nick Lachey TTM!&lt;/span&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/26037370-947135716168348773?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/947135716168348773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-3-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/947135716168348773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/947135716168348773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-3-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-8360580981548474250</id><published>2011-01-09T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T22:22:33.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Year 2010 IN A NUTSHELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go all the way back to Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 2010, pretty bad start for a year. Initially I decided to keep &lt;a href="http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/httpwww.html"&gt;Kira&lt;/a&gt; but I didn't managed to. Boi boi (back then I called him that :P) tried his best but decided that its best for Kira to return to her 'owner'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered &lt;a href="http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/haha-first-day-of-school-in-pjc.html"&gt;PJC&lt;/a&gt;. Yes I still have that message MOE sent me on the 27/1/10. My first friend was actually Matthew if I'm not wrong, and I was pretty mean to him. Gahh, he happens to be Shun Jie's friend. Isn't totally a bad thing. Plus I'm in the same school as B. Hee. I remember telling him it would be cool if I could enter the same school as him. A con about entering a JC: you will have to buy a graphic calculator which cost $175 if you took H1 or H2 Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined CO. A new experience for me. Previously I was in the ME club. I have totally no music background and 0 performing experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17TH birthday. &lt;a href="http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/03/mad-cute-picture-credits-to-jimz-xx.html"&gt;Surprise visit&lt;/a&gt; by JIMZ BILLYZ AND XX @ my house! I miss them so much. But we rarely meetup. Maybe after A levels. Everybody seems so busy and have their own life. ): BB baked muffins for me! He even got me a Chopper and send me to school on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B and I got tgt officially. ❥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S94k8BQ24HI/AAAAAAAABUc/yfD6nNjbzlc/s1600/tumblr_ktndqtVReM1qzal4bo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466847611224252530" style="width: 320px; height: 198px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S94k8BQ24HI/AAAAAAAABUc/yfD6nNjbzlc/s320/tumblr_ktndqtVReM1qzal4bo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow my friends were disapproving at first. Hmm, but nevermind. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW OVERSEAS TRIP TO SHANG HAI DURING JUNE HOLS! BEST EVER! HAHA I get to travel with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW. Grr I hate PW. I hope our efforts will pay off. I find it hard to work as a team with some people but at times its fun. We will go off topic and sb will start gossiping about people in class. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got promoted to JC2. This year is gona be tough. ): Some of my friends didn't make it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adopted our first 'child', &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001811653596"&gt;Dou Dou&lt;/a&gt;. Well I didn't knew JRT can be THAT active. But she's a ball of fun, literally! Mom and dad love her a lot. Dou Dou loves belly rub and is very sticky to humans. She can get serious and show you some attitude at times. She loves lying on my bed, that's why we decided to buy her her own pillow @ IKEA. Through Dou Dou, I learn to be a more responsible pet owner and  be more patient. She needs us to repeat the trick over and over again before it gets embedded in her head.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year's eve at Marina Square. Sat on plastic bag, together with many other Singaporeans around. There's alot of smokers lor. Fucking irritating. We &lt;i&gt;sha sha&lt;/i&gt; de sat there and waited for 1-2 hours for the fireworks. Imagine the amount of smoke we inhaled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, 2011 will definitely be a better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="author3" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; margin-left: 5em; float: left; padding-top: 1em; "&gt;~ Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="product-links" style="float: right; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE WILL PULL THIS THROUGH TGT; JC2s !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-8360580981548474250?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8360580981548474250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-2010-in-nutshell-lets-go-all-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8360580981548474250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8360580981548474250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-2010-in-nutshell-lets-go-all-way.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S94k8BQ24HI/AAAAAAAABUc/yfD6nNjbzlc/s72-c/tumblr_ktndqtVReM1qzal4bo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-5029924921483023968</id><published>2010-12-29T09:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:54:42.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time check &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.30AM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B is still sleeping. Meeting him for brunch later. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this Japanese Spitz for adoption. Very tempted...She's such a baby. Gahh. *Drools* Unfortunately the Spitz was adopted 1 day after the posting. The owner didn't do screening one lor. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway Dou Dou is rather picky on her food recently. She refuse to eat that brandless dog food. Even when I feed her Tribute, she didn't finish her share! I'm suspecting my dad or mom fed her a lot in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dou Dou seeking shelter under her Alleby snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMQbLc9zI/AAAAAAAABew/1lxkpV455tQ/s1600/DSCF1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMQbLc9zI/AAAAAAAABew/1lxkpV455tQ/s320/DSCF1217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556118410349049650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMQbLc9zI/AAAAAAAABew/1lxkpV455tQ/s1600/DSCF1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afraid of heights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMQO6F2wI/AAAAAAAABeo/kZRXiPndxfI/s1600/DSCF1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMQO6F2wI/AAAAAAAABeo/kZRXiPndxfI/s320/DSCF1211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556118407055006466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMQO6F2wI/AAAAAAAABeo/kZRXiPndxfI/s1600/DSCF1211.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lazing on sofa when nobody's looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMPVq8epI/AAAAAAAABeg/QTW9cfK3NCM/s1600/DSCF1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMPVq8epI/AAAAAAAABeg/QTW9cfK3NCM/s320/DSCF1206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556118391690656402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staring at my camera from underneath the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMPBApGAI/AAAAAAAABeY/XWMcwLLQAT0/s1600/DSCF1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMPBApGAI/AAAAAAAABeY/XWMcwLLQAT0/s320/DSCF1204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556118386144516098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMPBApGAI/AAAAAAAABeY/XWMcwLLQAT0/s1600/DSCF1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meoww, how can your heart not melt when you see her innocent eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMO2Aj2BI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Ej5l5rAOBxw/s1600/DSCF1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMO2Aj2BI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Ej5l5rAOBxw/s320/DSCF1202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556118383191382034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw a few days back; on Xmas day and post Xmas day itself, Bi and I went to the flea! Gahh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bi set up store to help his friends to sell UFO toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHOW YOUR SUPPORT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheaparcadesofttoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cheaparcadesofttoy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi bought a Christmas ticket from the RC, we wanted to try our luck for the lucky draw. The prize isn't as good though. When we were about to pack up and leave the area, our no. was called!! 2nd last to be called. I was like..."WHAT?" literally. LOL. We won a $10 NTUC voucher. Not too bad for a $3 ticket. Hee. Bi insisted that I bring him good luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw B gave me a huge XXL &lt;a href="http://www.thedog-clubs.com/"&gt;The Dog&lt;/a&gt; and xmas hamster plush for Christmas. So sweet...He said he caught them for me @ arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is similar to this, just that it's a brown terrier instead of a brown lab dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtUjIu-ZDI/AAAAAAAABe4/x6z9Glw1kdo/s1600/THE%2BDOG%2BXL%2BRetriever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtUjIu-ZDI/AAAAAAAABe4/x6z9Glw1kdo/s320/THE%2BDOG%2BXL%2BRetriever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556127527908303922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;27.12.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to PLC and bought Avoderm kookies @ $9 for Dou Dou. The kookie seriously resembles a piece of cork. Lol, the colour and all. Dou Dou loves them ttm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtYVxqN4RI/AAAAAAAABfY/3EY4liim-0E/s1600/DSCF1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtYVxqN4RI/AAAAAAAABfY/3EY4liim-0E/s320/DSCF1221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556131696422543634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtYVfb_dCI/AAAAAAAABfQ/O442B3HgszE/s1600/DSCF1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtYVfb_dCI/AAAAAAAABfQ/O442B3HgszE/s320/DSCF1220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556131691531039778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtYVfb_dCI/AAAAAAAABfQ/O442B3HgszE/s1600/DSCF1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dine at Ajisen with B and meimei. Mei never tried Aijsen before, so I decided to be nice and brought her there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mei had the kids meal which is very small portion nia. But it comes with 2 fried shrimps and Ice lemon tea, so I thought it was reasonable. I had Aso ramen, bi had the spicy Ajisen ramen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtYVF5Eb-I/AAAAAAAABfI/dPr-2qnBocE/s1600/DSCF1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtYVF5Eb-I/AAAAAAAABfI/dPr-2qnBocE/s320/DSCF1219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556131684673679330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtYVF5Eb-I/AAAAAAAABfI/dPr-2qnBocE/s1600/DSCF1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtYU3ePrbI/AAAAAAAABfA/HgKlAFBqn30/s1600/DSCF1218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtYU3ePrbI/AAAAAAAABfA/HgKlAFBqn30/s320/DSCF1218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556131680803073458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-5029924921483023968?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5029924921483023968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-check-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5029924921483023968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5029924921483023968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-check-9.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TRtMQbLc9zI/AAAAAAAABew/1lxkpV455tQ/s72-c/DSCF1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1367117921792708875</id><published>2010-12-20T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:49:03.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So soon, school is reopening already. Wonder how's everybody doing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much happened during the holidays. Just taught Dou Dou a new trick - "down". Well she obeys it 90% of the time (with treats of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gahhh. That's not the main point of my post. I really wana hang out with my friends, but most of them just chose to exclude me. I'm actually suspecting that maybe because they feel that I'm spending more time with my B and Dou Dou, and so didn't have time for them (or perhaps I will turn them down each time they ask me out). Haha. Just wanted to sound nice. In fact they didn't even bother to ask out of politeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe there's sometime going on. Maybe I'm not fun enough in groups? Some people are just so weird, they are nice to you individually, but when the group comes together they become like a sheep and the herd mentality takes over. I'm the sheep, they belong to the herd. Gahhh. I'm sure some of my friends feel the same way to. They just chose not to voice it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found out my greatest pet peeves. I super hate people who feign somewhat righteous. I think you get what I mean. Haa. Let me illustrate you an example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A: Hey look there's free goodies out there! Let's go grab one or two!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B: Don't want la, we should let those people need more items more than us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: But there's plenty out there leh. Enough for the whole singapore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B: You go take lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A AND B: That ugly girl so WTFomgBBAZEWQ!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(a few seconds later)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;B: STOP IT EH! I don't allow you guys to say that of her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gahh..Be it intentionally or not. :/ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went Iluma with B yesterday. Caught Sammy's adventure. The movie was a lil disappointing. It didn't have a clear plot. Very hazy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.5/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The characters in the story IISH CUTE THOUGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B bought a pair of Everlast shoes. Got 40% off. He randomly asked 2 other kids who are interested to chip in and make it 3 pairs. $15 bucks off. Woo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DIDN'T BUY ANYTHING FROM BUGIS STREET! COOL OR WHAT? Budget constrain. ): But its okay. I bought a shorts and cropped tee from Cotton On today. SUPER HAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured out why I was so unhappy yesterday liao. I think it's largely because I went home empty handed. Gahh. I saw this lippy shirt which I really like, but it's going for $20. Not very worth it. Heee. But I will still be more than happy to have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B still tried to ci ji me by adding:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; "at least I went home with a pair of shoes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHOULD I NOT BE ANGRY OR WHAT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is getting very very weird recently. She hor...tsk tsk tsk.. When I'm like busy typing my blog post, she asked if I wanted honey. I nodded and agreed. Then she insisted me to come to the kitchen, for one lame purpose. WATCH HOW SHE PREPARE HONEY. Who doesn't know how? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"OI YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO PREPARE HONEY FOR YOURSELF AH? COME TAKE A LOOK LA. WILL TASTE NICER RIGHT? " (screaming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Nevermind I don't want to drink already. You ask me want or not then I say yes de, never ask you specially prepare for me right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yada yada, from honey she can go about complaining I didn't do housework, slack at home during holis, never go work etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*end of post will update some day*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-1367117921792708875?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1367117921792708875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-soon-school-is-reopening-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1367117921792708875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1367117921792708875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-soon-school-is-reopening-already.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-3308956423271468878</id><published>2010-12-04T00:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:26:24.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Do we share the same core values and beliefs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Am I aware of your good and bad traits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel as if what you've said doesn't truly reflect on what is going on inside your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I hate it lor, some girls makes me feel inferior and ugly. For example, girls with big BOOBS. Most guys just can't seem to take their eyes off those boobies. From my observation, when guys talk to girls with ginormous boobs, they tend to be staring at the melons half of the time (even when their gf is beside them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like what?!&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine I'm jealous of people with huge boobs. You're right. I did my &lt;a href="http://www.ivillage.com/men-confess-why-theyre-breast-obsessed-0/4-a-283769"&gt;own research&lt;/a&gt; and found out that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men find breasts calming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a linear world full of hard edges and harder realities, breasts are soft, welcoming and nonthreatening (kind of like Al Roker). With their obvious connection to breastfeeding, and by extension childhood, breasts remind us of our halcyon days when our mothers protected us from all the world's evils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breasts are a symbol of fertility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-cup or Z-cup, breasts define femininity in the same way that channel surfing and participating in fantasy sports leagues define masculinity. Breasts hint at a woman's ability to nurture and sustain life. They also point to a woman's capacity to breed, as they signal the onset of puberty. It's for this reason that we can find Pamela Anderson's breasts alluring while we can be disgusted by Ned Beatty's floppy man tits in Deliverance (sorry Ned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a matter of natural selection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Charles Darwin and his theory of evolution, we subconsciously select partners who are healthy and appear capable of reproduction ‑- all of which explains why the frail Darwin had so much time to write books rather than go out on dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to his research, men are attracted to bazooms (especially the more shapely variety) because they are indicative of a strong constitution and an ability to further propagate the species. Although reproduction is no longer our top priority, this instinct remains despite centuries of evolution (much like our own nipples).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breasts are key in arousing women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any good lover knows that a woman's breasts are closely connected to her primary libidinal zone. Therefore, another reason we like breasts is that we know if we handle these bikini stuffers properly, we can bring women to a state of heightened sexual arousal. Failing that, we can at least tell our friends we managed to get to second base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breasts are a home entertainment center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who among us hasn't used a woman's breasts to play an engaging game of "Tune In to Tokyo"? More than just a milk delivery system, breasts are also a world of entertainment right at your fingertips. Let's face it: There's a reason why they're commonly known as "fun bags."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men are stimulated visually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike women, who can be aroused by reading a single passage in a Harlequin romance novel, men require visual stimulation. It's hardly surprising then that breasts, raised and perky as they often are, receive our obsessive attention. After all, apart from genitalia, breasts are a woman's most well-defined physical feature ‑- just ask Dolly Parton. Better yet, ask her bra salesman.&lt;br /&gt;Societal pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, it's not all a matter of biology, particularly when you consider that humans are the only animals who include breast fondling as part of the mating process. Then again, we're also the only animals who use nipple clamps and sex swings, so perhaps comparing ourselves to other species is a bit rash. Therefore, let's turn our attention to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the primary reasons we're breast obsessed is because society, and in particular Madison Avenue, encourages our fixation. Pick up any magazine, from Shape to even YM, and you're bound to see more cleavage than in the Grand Canyon. The same is true of bus ads, fashion catalogs and every other manner of marketing material.&lt;br /&gt;Breasts have spawned not only their own film and plastic surgery industries, but also their own restaurant chain (take that, testicles!). If advertising is powerful enough to make millions of people buy Pet Rocks, it's little wonder that it has the ability to keep knockers in our thoughts 24 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;Breasts have the allure of taboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The erotic allure of breasts is further heightened by the fact these "glands for the hands" are supposed to be kept under wraps and away from view. As Jerry Seinfeld so adroitly pointed out, if women kept their heads covered instead of their breasts, we'd all be heading down to the corner store to pick up the latest copy of Heads Illustrated. We always want that which we cannot have, and in that regard, breasts are the ultimate forbidden fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keeping abreast of the issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are often accused of speaking to a woman's chest rather than her face, but are we really to blame? Our attraction to these "prisoners of the Playtex penitentiary" is simultaneously physical, psychological and societal. Therefore, go out and celebrate the breast. In fact, go out and celebrate a pair of them. You'd be a boob not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....Forgive me my weakness and imperfections, that I'm not born with a pair of big boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh, anyway what's so good about big boobs? *roll eyes* They increase your chance of getting &lt;a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2474642/"&gt;breast cancer.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some feel that money isn't everything in the world. Maybe it's because they haven't seen the real world yet. I used to tell my mom money isn't everything, cause I still have her and daddy. My mom literally rolled on floor laughing. Now I understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree its a controversial topic. Recently, I'm starting to think money is everything. Without money, you can't survive. You can't buy all the clothes in the world. You can't afford a tutor to aid you in your studies. You can't pay for your own phone bills. And when you can't even feud for yourself, forget about your pet dog. You can't afford greenies oral chew for your pet dog. No dog food. No money to visit a vet. No money send the dog for vaccinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B once ask me if I will abandon him if he didn't have any money to satisfy my material wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't and I don't have a lot of material wants. Yes, I'm trying to tell you I'm not a materialistic person. I don't demand for Nandos grilled chicken every single day (even though I love them ttm). I don't make a big fuss when you said we're having instant noodles for breakfast, lunch or dinner. My point is, it upsets me when you even thought of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. But ironically I feel that money isn't everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqYOYJXysB0"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make a million dollars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; you might &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lose yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't even text any of my guy friends.....talking about trust. I know, it makes you mad or jealous, even when you never told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like some things, it makes me mad, I know you knew it. We just chose to keep quiet about it. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-3308956423271468878?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3308956423271468878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-we-share-same-core-values-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3308956423271468878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3308956423271468878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-we-share-same-core-values-and.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-7931227289536496649</id><published>2010-12-01T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:26:24.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, I miss my B..He's doing his work nao so I'll have to entertain myself for the moment. Heeee...Can't wait for 3rd Dec. Hopefully we can catch "Rapunzel". Looked through his past photos randomly on FB(nao I feel like a stalker) and realized he have grown quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be bringing Dou Dou for her 3rd shot this coming month. She's really afraid of injections. That silly little brat..Hahaha! She's sleeping beside me now. So unglam lor! She looks just like a  chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean? Haha CHICKEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TPUiDYTIBPI/AAAAAAAABeE/sOxSxpJXE68/s1600/chicken-ready-to-go-in-the-oven1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TPUiDYTIBPI/AAAAAAAABeE/sOxSxpJXE68/s320/chicken-ready-to-go-in-the-oven1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545375957634254066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so smelly lor, prolly because I forgot to dig her ears. Anw she's super sensitive to smell of blood. During THAT period of the month, she has been following me throughout the house as if I will steal her treats or what lor. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That patch on her butt area is so worrying. Dr Bernice suspect that she's having a flea allergy, however she couldn't find any fleas on her. B and I went down to Pets gantry at TPY and bought her Frontline plus to apply, hopefully there's a change in her current conditon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy applied some herbs on her without my acknowledgment. -_- But Dou Dou doesn't seem to hate it or what. My daddy even told me she's a clever dog, cause she knows what's good for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B's calling me on  the phone..gtg cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-7931227289536496649?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7931227289536496649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-my-gosh-i-miss-my-b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7931227289536496649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7931227289536496649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-my-gosh-i-miss-my-b.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TPUiDYTIBPI/AAAAAAAABeE/sOxSxpJXE68/s72-c/chicken-ready-to-go-in-the-oven1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2835114658043305300</id><published>2010-11-29T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:20:53.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pisces VS Scorpio &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be a love at first sight combination. There is a strong mutual  attraction between them. Pisces are ready to rely on Scorpio to  compensate their indecision, and will agree with the Scorpio's  aspiration to dominate. Scorpio's jealousy and possessiveness won't  bother Pisces-in fact, it makes Pisces feel loved. Pisces's dependency  is just what Scorpio is looking for. These two share a special  communion, much of it on a sensual, unspoken level. Both have intense  feelings, are loyal, intuitive, interested in the mystical and the  unusual. Their sexual life should be delightful. The Pisces are  inventive. The Scorpio is persevering. Both - affair and marriage are  successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is so true..Im so impressed! Like WOW. HAHAHAHAHAA! That's all. Cya people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotohoroscope.com/compatibility.html"&gt;http://www.gotohoroscope.com/compatibility.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do list for holiday:&lt;br /&gt;Bowling&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating&lt;br /&gt;Sing K&lt;br /&gt;Buy new shoe&lt;br /&gt;Buy new clothes&lt;br /&gt;Go universal studio&lt;br /&gt;Go escape&lt;br /&gt;Tonning with B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-2835114658043305300?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2835114658043305300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/pisces-vs-scorpio-this-may-be-love-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2835114658043305300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2835114658043305300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/pisces-vs-scorpio-this-may-be-love-at.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-8977432136599401310</id><published>2010-11-24T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T13:03:21.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Paranoid? Recently I've been feeling rather inferior, over certain things. I've also grown to be protective. Maybe due to some things..and the people around me..Blah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, Xin Xian came to PJC to look for her friends. Met up with her after my GP lecture and we went to Lot 1 for some bo liao shopping. Wanted to buy something from the pasar malam but the stall was closed. No luck. We proceeded to the chocolate booth. OMFGBBZX So many sinful chocolates for sale. I bet my mom will buy one lor. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this craving for KOI bubble tea. Headed to AMK hub. Bought hazelnut milk tea medium@ $2.90. The pearls are like free flow lor. No matter how I adjust my straw to avoid the pearls, they still enter my mouth. It's super tiring to chew them ok! Now I understand why the cashier asked if I want pearls or not. Previously, I was thinking "No pearls I buy bubble tea for what?". I think I should take back my words now. Hee. It's my fourth(?) time drinking KOI. The first few times was with my BB. We had the normal milk tea large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to drop by Serangoon North to take a look at Dou Dou's Orijen pet food and her choker chain. After the trip, I realised XX is THAT scared of cat. We went to this shop and there was this very huge tabby cat at the door. She literally screamed and avoided the shop. Lol. -_- OFF TOPIC: BTW, anyone knows where to get cheap Frontline plus for dogs below 10KG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the bus trip back to AMK, I couldn't stop chatting with XX. She's trying very hard to catch some sleep. Lol. I think it's because we haven't seen each other for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;XX: "You know you are the first friend to persistently disturb me from my beauty sleep though I warn them not to!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a train home. XX was supposed to meet her mom at 7.30PM. The meeting postponed to 8.30PM instead. XX borrowed a buck from me to settle her dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-8977432136599401310?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8977432136599401310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/paranoid-recently-ive-been-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8977432136599401310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8977432136599401310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/paranoid-recently-ive-been-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2047813175659226679</id><published>2010-11-15T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:53:54.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ESCAPE THEME PARK!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-2047813175659226679?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2047813175659226679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/escape-theme-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2047813175659226679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2047813175659226679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/escape-theme-park.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-5792672252103150554</id><published>2010-11-13T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:32:11.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PW IS FINALLY OVER! Went to school early in the morning just to arrange the group project file. Okay fine I admit I was late, and wasn't properly dressed. Got a stern warning from DM about my attire. How the heck I know I'm not suppose to wear PE to arrange the stupid file?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the biggest shock of our lives when Xue Qian told us that he have forgotten to print our group's GPP. Mr Chan refused to hand us the copy he had with him. He was saying that we didn't listen to instructions carefully and that he already reminded us 2-3 times about printing the GPP again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zz...The day before our final submission Xue Qian was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;'Okay no problem la, 6 pages only, I print lor.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response, I replied&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; 'Wa so steady, I like you man (as a friend la duh)!'&lt;/span&gt;  Now I shall take back my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantically, I  B called up to seek for help since he's staying nearby. Without hesitation he agreed to help me print. He drove his dad's car and reached school within seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, afterall it's over and I shouldn't be talking about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dian said that PW and gossips are something which bonds our class together. To some extent, yes I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-5792672252103150554?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5792672252103150554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/pw-is-finally-over-went-to-school-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5792672252103150554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5792672252103150554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/pw-is-finally-over-went-to-school-early.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1248784864544061351</id><published>2010-11-12T00:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T13:19:38.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;05.11.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTW to FEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwaayMGogI/AAAAAAAABdU/rQFZ8SaIgkM/s1600/DSCF0865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwaayMGogI/AAAAAAAABdU/rQFZ8SaIgkM/s320/DSCF0865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538330689210327554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya my bro's face got cut off. My face looks rather weird in this picture. Macham distorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwabK3RgoI/AAAAAAAABdc/0HCLKr8zyaI/s1600/DSCF0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwabK3RgoI/AAAAAAAABdc/0HCLKr8zyaI/s320/DSCF0868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538330695833846402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to FEP the other day with B and my bro. Bought a cute dress and a bucket bag. B found some defects when checking the bag at FEP. The saleswoman doesn't seem really happy, for which she said something like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'zhen hui cha'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(check until so detailed ah!)&lt;/span&gt; She was like rolling her eyes at some point of time. Lol. Can sense her frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loots of the day! YAY HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwcNn702yI/AAAAAAAABd8/EeoRfIkZCaY/s1600/DSCF0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwcNn702yI/AAAAAAAABd8/EeoRfIkZCaY/s320/DSCF0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538332662142655266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the sudden urge to watch midnight movies. Decided to watch Megamind. Amazing movie, I think it's better than Despicable me. Worth your money. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took random pictures of my kor. He very unglam in public sia. He was lying on the sofa of Hotdog cafe beside the theater, making himself feel at home. Lol. Legs open until so wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had KFC's zinger burger after the movie. B had oyster mee sua from shi lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually I was a little angry on that day. No it's not about the me paying for my own stuff part, money doesn't matter, remember? I'm mad because I hate people using the word 'owe'. You owe me I owe you, when are we ever gona finish paying off those debts we owe each other? Haha, prolly I'm just having PMS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEGAMIND! Better than Despicable me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwabe8KDgI/AAAAAAAABdk/GfBP8zrig8Y/s1600/DSCF0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwabe8KDgI/AAAAAAAABdk/GfBP8zrig8Y/s320/DSCF0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538330701223038466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unglamness. Lul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwab6aqT9I/AAAAAAAABds/OdYZDVypheM/s1600/DSCF0873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwab6aqT9I/AAAAAAAABds/OdYZDVypheM/s320/DSCF0873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538330708598738898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside triple one somerset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwacLUZwyI/AAAAAAAABd0/UHsKduSvM40/s1600/DSCF0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwacLUZwyI/AAAAAAAABd0/UHsKduSvM40/s320/DSCF0877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538330713135891234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the nightrider home and alighted a stop before our stop. It was rather scary as the street's pretty dark and quiet. Luckily I have my bro with me. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-1248784864544061351?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1248784864544061351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1248784864544061351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1248784864544061351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/05.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwaayMGogI/AAAAAAAABdU/rQFZ8SaIgkM/s72-c/DSCF0865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-8601552177539707069</id><published>2010-11-07T14:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:13:36.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;03.11.11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WENDY'S &lt;/strong&gt;with B @ Yishun outlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st time trying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't recommend it though. Long queues + average food. The fries suck big time. The only thing worth trying is the rootbeer float. They used A&amp;amp;W rootbeer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZAeW3uZRI/AAAAAAAABck/xawDne6Lhcc/s1600/DSCF0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536683682178163986" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZAeW3uZRI/AAAAAAAABck/xawDne6Lhcc/s320/DSCF0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese and cheese baked potato. Apx $3.30 ea. I still prefer Aston's baked potato though. The cheese they use wasn't even cheddar cheese lor. It tasted like those cheapskate cheese they used for cheeseball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZDKrLRpRI/AAAAAAAABcs/qZxZNTCPZwk/s1600/DSCF0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536686642566374674" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZDKrLRpRI/AAAAAAAABcs/qZxZNTCPZwk/s320/DSCF0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish burger! Mc still taste better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZFxvaXXKI/AAAAAAAABdE/QnXkuWc8YAI/s1600/DSCF0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536689512741559458" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZFxvaXXKI/AAAAAAAABdE/QnXkuWc8YAI/s320/DSCF0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZDKxKWdLI/AAAAAAAABc0/p4JsnqhBVQU/s1600/DSCF0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536686644173108402" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZDKxKWdLI/AAAAAAAABc0/p4JsnqhBVQU/s320/DSCF0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peekture with KFC's wifey-WENDY!. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwVwUu-phI/AAAAAAAABdM/tqSsv1gAnMc/s1600/DSCF0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNwVwUu-phI/AAAAAAAABdM/tqSsv1gAnMc/s320/DSCF0864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538325561702524434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-8601552177539707069?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8601552177539707069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8601552177539707069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8601552177539707069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/03.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZAeW3uZRI/AAAAAAAABck/xawDne6Lhcc/s72-c/DSCF0858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2770570411817888921</id><published>2010-11-05T16:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T14:05:23.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;31.10.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained to Tiong Baruh MRT to meet a fellow DS member, kelly. Collected an extra bottle for Dou Dou, so when she's roaming in the house she can drink from water instead of bowl ma. I think if she dirnk from bowl she will fall sick lor. Imagine those dust settling in the water..Yer yer...Hee, anyway Dou Dou is growing up already. The first time I saw her she's like so small size only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottle. As good as new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNWMOMGegaI/AAAAAAAABak/kcsJkyGooKU/s1600/DSCF0775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536485492316340642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNWMOMGegaI/AAAAAAAABak/kcsJkyGooKU/s320/DSCF0775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at the bottle and didn't realise B took my picture secretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYpZ4EAvyI/AAAAAAAABas/HNcs5kEsyyc/s1600/DSCF0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536658316421283618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYpZ4EAvyI/AAAAAAAABas/HNcs5kEsyyc/s320/DSCF0776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee that's me touching the huge Hershey's cushion! :P Retailing at apx 50bux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYrYEy7hOI/AAAAAAAABa8/3rU9u-janHk/s1600/DSCF0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536660484502815970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYrYEy7hOI/AAAAAAAABa8/3rU9u-janHk/s320/DSCF0780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hershey's at citylink mall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYrXoYA0NI/AAAAAAAABa0/FBp-uWG5Rng/s1600/DSCF0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536660476873724114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYrXoYA0NI/AAAAAAAABa0/FBp-uWG5Rng/s320/DSCF0779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought NUM flops at the City link mall. B chose the metallic limegreen pair. I picked the rose pink pair. We both bought the same size. We spent 1-2 hours in the NUM shop. I think the guy serving us is getting frustrated loh. Hee. B loh bully him, continuously ask him to remove the slippers from the rack for him to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B wearing his NUM flops. Ewww hairy legs. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNY3szAs1nI/AAAAAAAABcM/_UzYodvQNt4/s1600/DSCF0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536674034645522034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNY3szAs1nI/AAAAAAAABcM/_UzYodvQNt4/s320/DSCF0803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rose pink flops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZAdtlPc_I/AAAAAAAABcU/xXtHqeuYi7s/s1600/DSCF0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536683671094785010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZAdtlPc_I/AAAAAAAABcU/xXtHqeuYi7s/s320/DSCF0854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYwqgTSx8I/AAAAAAAABbE/JKXFWrXucd4/s1600/DSCF0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536666298682099650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYwqgTSx8I/AAAAAAAABbE/JKXFWrXucd4/s320/DSCF0781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLOWEEN 1 FOR 1 DEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZAd7L1jkI/AAAAAAAABcc/2BRgP8D9us0/s1600/DSCF0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536683674746326594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNZAd7L1jkI/AAAAAAAABcc/2BRgP8D9us0/s320/DSCF0856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled our dinner at Carls Jr. There's this weird guy sitting opposite us. He was reading papers, and ocasionally he would stare at us and make weird noises. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYwrXqITyI/AAAAAAAABbU/gXMux9zBj0A/s1600/DSCF0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536666313541832482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYwrXqITyI/AAAAAAAABbU/gXMux9zBj0A/s320/DSCF0785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYwqyP7srI/AAAAAAAABbM/DvrOc-ozLRU/s1600/DSCF0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536666303499842226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYwqyP7srI/AAAAAAAABbM/DvrOc-ozLRU/s320/DSCF0783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE SPAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYy7qcSRgI/AAAAAAAABbs/nYmFkxN9bks/s1600/DSCF0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536668792485201410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYy7qcSRgI/AAAAAAAABbs/nYmFkxN9bks/s320/DSCF0792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee pig face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYy7a9D4TI/AAAAAAAABbk/wMo_J3pkwNc/s1600/DSCF0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536668788327702834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYy7a9D4TI/AAAAAAAABbk/wMo_J3pkwNc/s320/DSCF0788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CARL'S JR FRIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYy7CXKesI/AAAAAAAABbc/DSRwdFPK7fY/s1600/DSCF0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536668781726300866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNYy7CXKesI/AAAAAAAABbc/DSRwdFPK7fY/s320/DSCF0787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! It's like I finally get to spend the Swensen's sundae voucher my mommy gave me. We ordered sticky chewy chocolate. Heeee. B like it a lot I guess. Keke. Very very full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNY3soBMEGI/AAAAAAAABcE/Hof_-iAt968/s1600/DSCF0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536674031694778466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNY3soBMEGI/AAAAAAAABcE/Hof_-iAt968/s320/DSCF0800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting cute :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNY3ry4Y8xI/AAAAAAAABb8/v2Xp7QO2X50/s1600/DSCF0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536674017430795026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNY3ry4Y8xI/AAAAAAAABb8/v2Xp7QO2X50/s320/DSCF0798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera shy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNY3rfDGtAI/AAAAAAAABb0/tmS8Fmb7Nkg/s1600/DSCF0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536674012107027458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNY3rfDGtAI/AAAAAAAABb0/tmS8Fmb7Nkg/s320/DSCF0796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update until here first. More post coming up :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STAY TUNED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-2770570411817888921?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2770570411817888921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2770570411817888921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2770570411817888921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/31.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNWMOMGegaI/AAAAAAAABak/kcsJkyGooKU/s72-c/DSCF0775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-7046666603732346390</id><published>2010-11-05T15:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T16:11:58.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;30.10.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO3bI7tAII/AAAAAAAABaU/yW0UbXYebUA/s1600/59470959t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 224px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535970043850719362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO3bI7tAII/AAAAAAAABaU/yW0UbXYebUA/s320/59470959t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed town to catch &lt;strong&gt;'I give my first love to you'; 'Boku no hatsukoi wo kimi ni sasagu'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As a child Takuma is diagnosed with a heart condition that requires care from a cardiologist. He soon becomes friends with his doctors young daughter Mayu while being treated at the hospital. One day Mayu overhears her father saying that Takumas condition is serious enough that he most likely wont live beyond the age of 20. Takuma isn't aware of this himself, however, so at 8-years-old he makes a promise to marry Mayu when they turn 20. Later in life, Takuma becomes aware that he wont be able to keep this promise and he begins distancing himself from Mayu in hopes of protecting her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rate it 4 out of 5 stars. It's a truly touching story. I love the Mayu's(female lead) personality. She worked so hard just to enter the same prestigious high school as her childhood lover.): Furthermore she's that kind of girl who hates studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find my movie tix, I think B kept for me. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO8A8ji_iI/AAAAAAAABac/d5CiwOCrfWs/s1600/DSCF0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535975091409714722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO8A8ji_iI/AAAAAAAABac/d5CiwOCrfWs/s320/DSCF0764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture we took on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, right beside the movie theatre there's a huge brithday bash. They were making a lot of noises lor. -.- Buay tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, my cousin celebrated her birthday on the same day as well. They both have the same name, Jacelyn. I skipped her birthday party just to watch the movie sia, the movie came out for quite some time already. Didn't want to miss the good show. It had good reviews on The Newpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO24TRU_KI/AAAAAAAABaM/ERXjB-ryEmU/s1600/DSCF0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535969445330353314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO24TRU_KI/AAAAAAAABaM/ERXjB-ryEmU/s320/DSCF0773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Taka to shop for daddy's belated birthday present. Decided on a Goldlion wallet. Shared the cost with my bro. My lil sister forked out 2 bucks. Lol, so cute of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO24NDAzeI/AAAAAAAABaE/e37FWfqimWg/s1600/DSCF0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535969443659697634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO24NDAzeI/AAAAAAAABaE/e37FWfqimWg/s320/DSCF0772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO23k7fkVI/AAAAAAAABZ8/OEBzCfPIAlc/s1600/DSCF0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535969432890741074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO23k7fkVI/AAAAAAAABZ8/OEBzCfPIAlc/s320/DSCF0771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO23KZGwhI/AAAAAAAABZ0/QzOIQ_y1v1E/s1600/DSCF0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535969425767186962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO23KZGwhI/AAAAAAAABZ0/QzOIQ_y1v1E/s320/DSCF0768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present was nicely wrapped up, you wouldn't believe it's done by a salesman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO226aM8oI/AAAAAAAABZs/QOpV56qkQkI/s1600/DSCF0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535969421476819586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO226aM8oI/AAAAAAAABZs/QOpV56qkQkI/s320/DSCF0766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at around 12AM. Dead tired. Took pictures of the present and went straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My daddy kept complaining that the wallet is too big sia, then I was like&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'where got, kor's wallet also bigger than this lor...'&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/26037370-7046666603732346390?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7046666603732346390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7046666603732346390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7046666603732346390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/30.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TNO3bI7tAII/AAAAAAAABaU/yW0UbXYebUA/s72-c/59470959t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4220885381391742749</id><published>2010-11-03T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T13:42:39.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BB I DON'T LIKE YOU LOH. YOU PROMISED THAT I WILL BE YOUR LAST FEMALE TUTEE! HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, I'm selfish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4220885381391742749?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4220885381391742749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/bb-i-dont-like-you-loh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4220885381391742749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4220885381391742749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/11/bb-i-dont-like-you-loh.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2566529700101832331</id><published>2010-10-30T10:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T13:18:57.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh...finally WR final copy is submitted. 40% more to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think OP is pretty tough. I have this major major problem which I find it very hard to change. ): I mispronounce words when I'm nervous and lack hand movements. Yes I should learn to speak less like an AH LIAN. HAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW HOW HOW?! 2 more weeks to go and my group's group presentation still isn't ready yet. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou dou is teething! Her first tooth dropped this morning!! Haha! She was chewing my hands this morning...There were traces of blood on my hand. Initially I thought I was bleeding. HAHA! Her tooth is so CUTE! I've decided to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TMuiUIRxabI/AAAAAAAABZk/B51gUh6HXxA/s1600/a_nightmare_on_elm_street_movie_image_2010-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TMuiUIRxabI/AAAAAAAABZk/B51gUh6HXxA/s320/a_nightmare_on_elm_street_movie_image_2010-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533695033857894834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One, two, Freddy's coming for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three, four, better lock your door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Five, six, grab your crucifix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven, eight, gonna stay up late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nine, ten, never sleep again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! BEWARE, because Freddy is coming for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to B's house to watch Nightmare On Elm Street. HAHA! The ending was sort of unexpected (Nancy's mom got killed by Freddy). I'm still confused. Is Freddy a pedophile or what? I especially like the part whereby Nancy tries to confront Freddy in her dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nancy: FUCK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Freddy: Aww, that's a lil too fast for me, how about we hang up(out) first? *shows Nancy her dead friends' carcass*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound effect is very scary, it made me went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKKKKKK! &lt;/span&gt;each time a loud boom comes by. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out to collect Dou Dou's stuff from a fellow DS member later, hopefully. Heee..Then I'll head on to buy my dad's belated birthday gift. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya guys ard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-2566529700101832331?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2566529700101832331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2566529700101832331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2566529700101832331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/10/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TMuiUIRxabI/AAAAAAAABZk/B51gUh6HXxA/s72-c/a_nightmare_on_elm_street_movie_image_2010-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1318803551287718720</id><published>2010-10-13T10:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:09:05.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't own a car, a condominium, a landed property, can't afford many branded stuff, don't have the money to go do manicure, pedicure, treat my hair, don't have a lot of money in my bank account, but I'm blessed with families and friends who genuinely cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my B who rushed down straight away from school after receiving my SMS saying that I'm having a fever. He skipped his lunch just to find Redoxon vitamins for me. He accompanied me until my fever went away. Silly B even asked me if I'm willing to marry him simply because he felt that he could take good care of me. He even offered to foster Dou Dou for a week or so until I recover fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dad who cares for me. He's always asking if I have enough money to spend when I'm out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: You got enough money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: If you have enough money can lend me $200?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't have it leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: Neh you still say you have enough money, lie to me..*stuff $20 into my pocket*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows that I'm fond of dogs. Even though my mom sort of dislike dogs, he's been asking around to see if anyone is giving up their dog for adoption, JUST FOR ME. Omg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who take notice of little details about me on my Facebook, or do you call it stalking? Haha, in any case I won't mind. As long as he or she is not like some Johnstern or HYC guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the best on earth and they make me feel so blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-1318803551287718720?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1318803551287718720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-own-car-condominium-landed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1318803551287718720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1318803551287718720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-own-car-condominium-landed.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-8738966262038703929</id><published>2010-10-10T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T11:07:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go out with my BB. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very long never go out with you proper liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday B and I went Pasir Ris farmway to look at dogs. We saw this mini pinscher 2 months old only. OMG THOSE EYES! So innocent! Initially we inteded to get that as a family dog, heaven knows why it was sold out so quickly the very next day, what the...Not fated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we cab down Changi Village to eat nasi lemak. Queued for more than 40 minutes. The queue wasn't even moving please. We settled for ayam penet(or how do you spell that) instead. Then I don't know why I got mad when B bought the drinks I say I didn't want. HAHA! I mean he could like have it for himself, there's no reason for me to be angry at him. I guess it's just me. IM SO HARD TO PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a freaking long ride to Bugis. B bought tix for Chen Zhen. Before the movie start, we walked around. I was looking at the floor 99% of the time. I think that made him very sad and angry. I ignored him after we ate our dinner sia. Only during the movie I started discussing with him about the movie. I don't know why I'm like that. I just dislike the fact that I'm walking around town area in my school uniform late at night. Some more I cried in the cinema even before the show started. Perhaps I'm just tired...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took 960 home and alighted 3 stops before my stop. Had to take a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering why I'm in my school U when it's supposed to be a Saturday right? HAHA! I went flyer and Singapore river with Hanna earlier during the morning with school. The Singapore river trip was so boring! We traveled one big round around Singapore river with a samsung omnia. We are supposed to answer quizzes and solve puzzles with the phone, it's sort of an interactive learning lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flyer was quite sian leh. After flyer we went to Popey's for lunch. Shared a 2 pc chicken meal with Hanna. Two of her korean friends joined us. It was a pretty awkward experience for I couldn't understand a single word they are saying. They conversed in Korea lor! So insensitive one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw talking about dogs, last week B and I went to view Baileys and another JRT puppy. The jrt puppy was in bad health sia. Her saliva sinks and there's pimple like spots on her belly, which I don't think it's normal for a puppy. I feel that the owner is trying to get rid of that puppy lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baileys is an adult mini pin. Super adorable and well maintained, just that it's a lil too skinny for his age. According to Ivy, the owner of the dog, she told me the dog was previously with this old uncle. The old uncle used to chain and leash him up when he jumps around non stop, even till the extend of hitting it with a cane. Unbelievable. Baileys' been through a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy kept two other boston terrier in her house. Both terrier, toufu and pickles, have 'dao' eyes. HAHA! Baileys was so excited when someone came to visit him. He was jumping with his four legs, it looks as if he's on a bungee jumping thingy set up lah. SO CUTE! Ivy and her husband invited us into him house and we chatted for about 1 hour. They are determined to find Baileys a good home. Haha, can tell when they started asking if we are working for studying and if we have any income. When we left, he jumped again. Perhaps it's a way for him to say goodbye and hello?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-8738966262038703929?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8738966262038703929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-to-go-out-with-my-bb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8738966262038703929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8738966262038703929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-to-go-out-with-my-bb.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-457429121818963475</id><published>2010-10-01T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:45:36.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I should just give up on Chemistry and focus more on Physics + Maths instead.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Dou Dou's arrival next week though. Heeee! Pooi Dou Dou xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-457429121818963475?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/457429121818963475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-should-just-give-up-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/457429121818963475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/457429121818963475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-should-just-give-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1367282894420563522</id><published>2010-09-18T00:21:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T01:31:07.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sometimes, some people just don't know their limits and cont climbing over the head of others. Yes I'm talking about you. Stop wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Friday! Supposedly I should be feeling happy. In fact I'm not. So many things to do over the weekends. ): Next next week promos liao..Now cannot say thank god it's Friday le. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a damn sian day in school. No not because of Kah Fong sick then never come school hor, is because..I don't know, it's just a very sian day in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During PE, we practiced for the 21 legged race. Eh by right it should be 11 legged race lor..10 people only how to have 21 legged race? We paced ourselves by marching on the spot first and then proceeded on to the real thing. Super fun. It's also rather hard to coordinate when we tried walking together for the first time. As we practice, we gain more confidence and started walking faster. Hee. Then I was like "Confident seh we..". Mr Yaw was actually laughing at us while we practiced. Students whom passed by the area gave us that..&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"please give way and stop blocking our way"&lt;/span&gt; look. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, I'm so angry with Mr Chan lah, where got people do things so slow one. We submitted a new WR to him like 2 weeks ago liao, he came in class with a OLD written report that is nearly 1 month old, and wanted to go through slowly with us. He absent himself that day, that's why Mdm Selvi went through with us instead. He seemed quite unaware of it. When he went through the old WR with us, we were like, eh this looks familiar, I think we made MAJOR changes to this 2 weeks ago. He was like "O RLY?". Super blur. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la actually I'm starting to like my PW group, though they love to irritate me by not completing their task on time, sometimes not at all. At times,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; some &lt;/span&gt;love to digress and start to gossip about people without realization. That's bad, but it tends to be interesting, surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Physics, Hanna and Dian came over to my bench to accompany me. So Hanna was redoing her kinematic question about a boat moving across the sea. She drew a boat, that looked rather weird to me. I commented "Your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;boat&lt;/span&gt; weird weird one..". She actually thought I was referring to her &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;boobs&lt;/span&gt; and got stunned for a few seconds. Epic moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MATHS LECTURES! Maybe it's just the lecturer. He always have that stern look on his face when he's trying to crack a joke. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, Dian and I tried muslim food from the muslim stall for the first time. It was quite value for money. A real fish fried coated in breadcrumbs + drumstick + rice cost us only $2.40 each. Better than Bryani rice set lor. We sat in the canteen for an hour. It's more of a rant and rave session with her lah. We were talking about how we are unhappy in or about school and a lot of things. She asked me a question which got me into thinking "I ask you ah, answer me frankly, do you all treat me like a competitor or something? Because sometimes I feel that way.." ACTUALLY I FEEL THAT WAY TOO. Some of you are treating me more like your rival(in test and exams) as compared to your friend la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Dian, Hanna and I were walking towards the bus stop, we saw a black cat. Dian claimed that she's afraid of cats, so she stood like so far away from us. I went to the cat under the car and did a "Meow!" HAHA! The cat meowed back. Damn cute. I love furkids, especially my hamsters. Heeeee. After I came home from dinner, I took a bath and went to feed my hamsters. That mother-daughter pair was waiting for me by the door and staring at me. HAHA! Obviously they knew I was coming. So I opened the cage and took them out to sayang. Super cute and innocent. Love their eyes, better than megan fox's lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asking Dian and Hanna how they pur like a cat in Malay and Korea respectively. The malay version sounds like gucci. The korea version was somewhat similar to chinese. And then we went to to imitating the cow's moo. -.- We were laughing so loudly. It was that loud lor, my B in the car could hear us from some distance leh, zai or not? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee. Went for dinner at Bt Panjang, Cafe cartel. B's treat. :p We shared the st louis pork rib set. I didn't know we can actually eat the soft bone sia. Damn kuku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually you know, at times I feel bad for continuously ranting to B about how bad and tough my life in school is. etc etc blah blah blah. I'm afraid he'll get sick and tired of my rantings after awhile lor. Sometimes I also feel a lil...I don't know, it's like..something lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I was feeling damn frustrated and about to fall sick already. Then, I received some SMS from this guy lor...And that message wasn't even to be meant for me de. It's like fueling my bad mood lah. SO MAD ALREADY STILL SEND WRONG SMS TO ME. I was like "My name sound like hers meh? Or you save her name under my name?" I was so angry that I started venting anger on that guy, telling him a lot of weird stuff lor. Okay lah, that's about it. Just want to type this out, never type it out will feel very uncomfortable. It's my blog after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-1367282894420563522?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1367282894420563522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-some-people-just-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1367282894420563522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1367282894420563522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-some-people-just-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1622884942473572949</id><published>2010-09-04T23:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T00:20:08.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sian arh sian arh sian arh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been blogshopping too much recently...teeeheeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the previous post about Ajisen? I think Kah Fong and I got xin ling gan ying (telepathy) sia. We ate the exact same thing on the same day! Cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was doing PW presentation in school. Being the first speaker, I was mad nervous. I couldn't even project my voice clearly. I was being forced to be the first speaker okay? Like hello? My group mates thought I have that fierce and firm look, (they meant confident, I guess *crossfingers*), so I should go first. What the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our presentation slides were unevenly allocated. It was quite dumb I must say. I went through the slides the day before and I found out that on average each of us should be presenting about 4-5 slides. I did 8-9 slides lor. So, I allocated a slide or two to another group mate and wanted him to present on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao, he kpkb, and insisted that I should do the slides instead since he was 'unprepared'. Hello? You call this teamwork? You are in the group and you don't know your stuff? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, 95% of the presentation slides were done by my female group mate and I lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the presentation, there was a peer evaluation session. One of my friend thought that I presented too many slides while that guy presented too little. I must thank her for that comment sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was staring at my groupmate and giving him that &lt;em&gt;"AH? SEE? PEOPLE ALSO FEEL THAT WAY"&lt;/em&gt; look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;witness an car accident. A woman in white jacket was jaywalking haughtily, she wasn't looking out for traffic. It's like suddenly, a taxi approached her in high speed and jerk on time, less an arm's length away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost slipped and fell on the floor at Bi's lobby sia. Lol, super embarrasing. I was actually laughing all the way. I guess I should get myself a better pair of slippers. Hee. Bata's slipper cannot trust one sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B's sister was fascinated by my wavy hair. B's father very bad one lor, he was saying wavy hair= fierce and it's just that now I'm not showing my fierceness. I think I'm pretty sensitive to the word 'firece' sia..X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a little bit of Expendables at B's house with his daddy. The beginning was...boring. We had Wall's rocky road chocolate icecream. I thought that the peanut in the icecream was too chunky. The marshmallows were superb, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TIJoizzfuRI/AAAAAAAABXg/pnruIjP6G04/s1600/CAMEFAW5CA72C3CGCAEPGULBCATNQRB8CAED88ONCA6UB8S1CAU3QD3DCAKD6AZ2CAZSWX30CA4LGWQVCA53SBE6CAQT0RE7CA3PBCQQCA3UYVKBCANE1WWKCA86MJGICAKEJKEGCAEQQOXQCAVNY0SL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513083841085946130" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TIJoizzfuRI/AAAAAAAABXg/pnruIjP6G04/s320/CAMEFAW5CA72C3CGCAEPGULBCATNQRB8CAED88ONCA6UB8S1CAU3QD3DCAKD6AZ2CAZSWX30CA4LGWQVCA53SBE6CAQT0RE7CA3PBCQQCA3UYVKBCANE1WWKCA86MJGICAKEJKEGCAEQQOXQCAVNY0SL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCITED DOG!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and YAY! Shu Qin asked me out on Wednesday, together with Hwee Jie and Yue Feng. I am super excited and looking forward to the outing, for since I haven't seen them for a long time already, especially hj and yf. Say nearly half a year or so? Planning to watch Vampire Sucks. Nothing's confirmed yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TIJxW4bkMwI/AAAAAAAABYg/czy_PCllMl8/s1600/pembroke_welsh_corgi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513093531773973250" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TIJxW4bkMwI/AAAAAAAABYg/czy_PCllMl8/s320/pembroke_welsh_corgi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TIJxWdG_15I/AAAAAAAABYY/WXFSNnUvDp0/s1600/corgi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513093524439947154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TIJxWdG_15I/AAAAAAAABYY/WXFSNnUvDp0/s320/corgi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO SO SO TEMPTED TO GET A CORGI! OR JRT PUPPY! OR WHATEVER DOG IT IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK THIS CORGI FLOP VIDEO OUT! TOTALY CUTENESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glii-kazad8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glii-kazad8&lt;/a&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/26037370-1622884942473572949?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1622884942473572949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/09/sian-arh-sian-arh-sian-arh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1622884942473572949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1622884942473572949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/09/sian-arh-sian-arh-sian-arh.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TIJoizzfuRI/AAAAAAAABXg/pnruIjP6G04/s72-c/CAMEFAW5CA72C3CGCAEPGULBCATNQRB8CAED88ONCA6UB8S1CAU3QD3DCAKD6AZ2CAZSWX30CA4LGWQVCA53SBE6CAQT0RE7CA3PBCQQCA3UYVKBCANE1WWKCA86MJGICAKEJKEGCAEQQOXQCAVNY0SL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2328648921482827501</id><published>2010-09-01T00:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T23:03:05.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crashed lecture today. 3 hours long. First hour was about physics and the next two hours was about mathematics. I wasn't really listening, but was rather distracted I must say. Hmm, feels kinda awkward, like a fish outta water. Hee. Nevermind, there's always the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Ajisen ramen for lunch/dinner. The ramen had only 1 piece of thin char siew. -_- Damn stingy. What to do? Afterall, it's student meal. Side dish was california rolls. The sushi wasn't as good as I expected. Rice was too sticky, it makes the sushi tasted like some malay kuey kuey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Grown Ups later on in the evening at Tiong Baruh. I thought the scene when the little boy said ''Mommy can I have her milk? *looking at the woman's boobs*"was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/5 stars for the movie. It is still not comparable to movies like Aftershock and Step up 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Bi on phone yesterday. I was semi dozing off. And when he asked a random question..I actually replied &lt;strong&gt;AH LOE EH&lt;/strong&gt;! Which means aloe vera. My Korea friend mispronounced the word and I often tease her lah. Haa. She calls me amoeba. Her reason? I like to oscillate my hands in school. LOL! Funny much, I became so addicted to the wave motion hand movement thingy, all thanks to HANNA!! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day she was asking me why I didn't talk about my B in school. Lol. I find it kinda weird to discuss such topics with them openly. I just feel that some of my friends still don't have that ''acceptance'' of him yet. It's also kinda hard to continue a conversation if the topic as such because it dies of easily. Somehow or rather they will bring in the term 'zhong she qing you' as defense.. Hmm... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting late oready..update again tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, CO performance is yet over....from afternoon till night, when it's supposed to be a holiday for us? GOSHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-2328648921482827501?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2328648921482827501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/09/crashed-lecture-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2328648921482827501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2328648921482827501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/09/crashed-lecture-today.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-3234021345320482523</id><published>2010-08-22T10:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T10:45:03.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOG yesterday. S26 got to Bishan Stadium via shuttle bus to watch gymnasium finals. Awesome. I LOVE CUBA! There are quite a number of cute guys. Heeh. However I think their muscles looked fake. Hell a lot of test next week. SPA, Maths, Economics. Sad sad life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the competition yesterday, I thought those athletes had a rather sad childhood, having to train from as young as 3 years old. Now, I think we are comparable to them. Having to spend more than  15 years or so in school before we go out to work, get married and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know I can never rant enough. Sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is wrong with everybody? Like seriously. Mom is always talking about money money money. Money is all that shit she cares about. She don't even care about us at all. She's always working all day long. Even on Sundays? She hardly have any time for us at all. I mean so what if she had more money? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it logical to be polite if you wana ask someone to do you a favor? A few days back she was screaming and shouting at me, demanding me to help her to create a new email, just before I was about to go to bed. Naturally I will be very very frustrated right? If you can't even converse politely then no negotiations for you. She wanted a change of job, sending a lot of resumes, trying her luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she gets home from work, she's always complaining about how her leg aches, venting her anger at my sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a minute ago she was complaining to my brother how BAD I was, refusing to help her to create a email account. Am surprised why she didn't mention the part where she raised her voice at me, demanding me to create an account for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I refused to help her out because she raised her voice and me. Besides, I taught her how to create an email account before, CAN'T SHE BE MORE RECEPTIVE? CAN'T SHE LEARN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So fucked up man, the best part is, she said something like this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"YOU ALSO NEED _____ HELP YOU WITH YOUR WORK WHAT?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shut the fuck up man, you are just like any of my friends. When people do well for exams, do you actually acknowledge it? No, instead, you will say something like &lt;b&gt;it's the credit of someone else.&lt;/b&gt; When people fail their exams badly, you actually scolded me for not working hard enough. Now why don't you say others aren't helping me enough?I mean, that's not my whole point. I just don't understand what's going on in her mind. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since working is that tough, why not stay at home and help out with the housework? Sigh. I dread coming home after school everyday, with a house so dirty, full of ants..Gross, I hate ants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave up helping with housework because each time I tried to clean the house, it will get dirty the very next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I declare this an angry post. Skip this post if you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-3234021345320482523?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3234021345320482523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/08/short-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3234021345320482523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3234021345320482523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/08/short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1729386894418906595</id><published>2010-08-05T20:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:52:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o1.08.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo, went Bugis with B on Sunday. Mad happy, because we finally got the opportunity to try Nando's chicken for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqr-ta-7_I/AAAAAAAABVQ/bg02dPz9iu8/s1600/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501898988619493362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqr-ta-7_I/AAAAAAAABVQ/bg02dPz9iu8/s320/DSCF0034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqr_diVB2I/AAAAAAAABVg/ZnAzhwRbII0/s1600/DSCF0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501899001535203170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqr_diVB2I/AAAAAAAABVg/ZnAzhwRbII0/s320/DSCF0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqr_OGNK8I/AAAAAAAABVY/CT4fmGtYzns/s1600/DSCF0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501898997390715842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqr_OGNK8I/AAAAAAAABVY/CT4fmGtYzns/s320/DSCF0036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee totally random, B's mickey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqwIgJtt6I/AAAAAAAABV4/j5KRl9oGSnE/s1600/DSCF0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501903554902603682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqwIgJtt6I/AAAAAAAABV4/j5KRl9oGSnE/s320/DSCF0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqsAbjjqUI/AAAAAAAABVw/OtEeqRfXvQU/s1600/DSCF0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501899018183354690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqsAbjjqUI/AAAAAAAABVw/OtEeqRfXvQU/s320/DSCF0061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nando’s was heavily advertised and recommended on 987FM. Besides, there’s only 1 outlet in Singapore at the moment. The next one is opening very soon at Tanglin Mall. Queued for around 20 minutes or so and finally got a table. Nando’s was so packed that day. They had 4 different types of sauces. The garlic one tasted a little sour. Tomato was great. We ordered a mild spicy ¼ grilled chicken set with two side dishes (baby potato skewer + peri chips) each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqr_47yBHI/AAAAAAAABVo/4x6yVPmNCCI/s1600/DSCF0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501899008889717874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqr_47yBHI/AAAAAAAABVo/4x6yVPmNCCI/s320/DSCF0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 chicken + grilled vege salad (eww) and baby potato skewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqwJs3bv1I/AAAAAAAABWI/uvrILMaMgng/s1600/DSCF0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501903575495458642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqwJs3bv1I/AAAAAAAABWI/uvrILMaMgng/s320/DSCF0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 chicken + baby potato skewer and peri chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqwJG8zWiI/AAAAAAAABWA/8snmAF_8soA/s1600/DSCF0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501903565317429794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqwJG8zWiI/AAAAAAAABWA/8snmAF_8soA/s320/DSCF0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftermaths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqwKbyOesI/AAAAAAAABWY/BExUSF53fWw/s1600/DSCF0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501903588090084034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqwKbyOesI/AAAAAAAABWY/BExUSF53fWw/s320/DSCF0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFq0wlu7feI/AAAAAAAABWg/J16MdtLEM1s/s1600/DSCF0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501908641642151394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFq0wlu7feI/AAAAAAAABWg/J16MdtLEM1s/s320/DSCF0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqwKDBGPBI/AAAAAAAABWQ/IIGM2yH_iC0/s1600/DSCF0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501903581441571858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqwKDBGPBI/AAAAAAAABWQ/IIGM2yH_iC0/s320/DSCF0078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFq0xPvtEgI/AAAAAAAABWo/57iNkKf8LwA/s1600/DSCF0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501908652919689730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFq0xPvtEgI/AAAAAAAABWo/57iNkKf8LwA/s320/DSCF0089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bill. Chor sia, $32.70 after 17%. The best part is they don't serve icewater. How clever! 10% service charge + spicy food and yet they don't serve water. Eh, this reminds me of last last week's 1 for 1 dining experience at Shin Toyko sia. Shin Toyko at Yew Tee also don't serve icewater leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFq0xywj1wI/AAAAAAAABWw/RcvsuuB2Z-E/s1600/DSCF0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501908662318520066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFq0xywj1wI/AAAAAAAABWw/RcvsuuB2Z-E/s320/DSCF0092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels fairly weird having to sit near to the long queue. People were sort of watching us eat. I was taking pictures of him. Somehow, people just glare at me occasionally, thinking I was taking photos of them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The queue outside wasn’t progressing at all. It’s still the same old people queuing infront of us after say 15 minutes? People got frustrated and decided to ‘cut queue’. Some actually entered the restaurant themselves and sat on empty tables, demanding for the menu. Seriously, the situation reminded me of experiences with Chinese national back in Shang Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the chicken tasted superb! I would rate it 8.5/10! The chicken breast doesn’t taste like any other chicken breast you eat outside. From what I heard from the radio, it was marinated for 24 hours before it was grilled. Indeed. Taste it to believe it. Hoho. But be prepared to queue up lahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to Bugis Street to shop after our dinner. B got me a neon pink wallet. Super love it. Hee. After walking a few rounds around the street, I decided to buy a top and a bottom. Heeee. The top is damn cute I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFq0yLzKKjI/AAAAAAAABW4/jPrdcWOliBg/s1600/DSCF0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501908669040306738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFq0yLzKKjI/AAAAAAAABW4/jPrdcWOliBg/s320/DSCF0093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFq0yhEV_0I/AAAAAAAABXA/-1Gpo6DFtT4/s1600/DSCF0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501908674749529922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFq0yhEV_0I/AAAAAAAABXA/-1Gpo6DFtT4/s320/DSCF0094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B sent me home after that. Took a train and arrived home at around 11PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFrBcnlDnUI/AAAAAAAABXI/Qt8rQysblYM/s1600/DSCF0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501922592191388994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFrBcnlDnUI/AAAAAAAABXI/Qt8rQysblYM/s320/DSCF0082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeee, a picture of me (taken by b) before I sign off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-1729386894418906595?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1729386894418906595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/08/o1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1729386894418906595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1729386894418906595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/08/o1.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFqr-ta-7_I/AAAAAAAABVQ/bg02dPz9iu8/s72-c/DSCF0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2711953397968773351</id><published>2010-07-31T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T16:43:39.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last week passed by rather fast. Prolly beacuse there's a lot of tests and such. Plus, not forgetting that a sports carnival was held last wednesday. CO was cancelled on wednesday and resumed on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SPORTS CARNIVAL! Well at least to some extent? I remember how I used to hate school events like this, for since I knew I won't have the opportunity to be selected to represent my house for any of competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despited the effort to set up a shelter to shelter us from the blazing sun, I still feel much of the heat. There were events like pushball, interhouse relays, tug-of-war and not forgetting inter cca relays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one part where teachers represented houses for the relay run. Obviously those houses with teachers who appears to be in their 20's ran extremely fast and managed to clinch the top 3 positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, LCM was selected to participate in the race too. He was in all smiles when he reached the finishing line 2nd- counting from the back. I couldn't control my laughter and burst out laughing. Ok fine, I know I shouln't be laughing at him for since me myself couldn't even pass 2.4KM run well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push ball event was mad exciting. People actually got rolled over by the air filled huge ball and fainted, like literally. There's this girl who got so excited over the game that she actually slipped and fell even before reaching the ball. Epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramly and wall's vendor came to my school to sell their foodstuffs. According to the principal, such arrangements were made to celebrate racial harmony day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi had stomach flu last week. He told me he vomitted a lot a lot of times.*heartpain leh* ): Sayang bibi. Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA ended quite late yesterday. HP went flat. B waited for me at the gate for nearing 20 minutes. Anyway, the temporary CO conductor is super rude man! He ask if I'm the kind who always scold people because I have that fierce look on my face. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at b's house. His mom cooked this vegetable soup which somewhat tasted like colgate toothpaste. But the rest of the dishes tasted quite nice.Heeee. B only had a piece of bland looking piece of fish+rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTM today. Woke up at 9AM and reached school at around 10AM. Father took a day off just to attend the PTM. Awww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim shook hands with my father and started talking about my results. He said my results wasn't that bad as compared to others. He kept emphasizing that I need to work doubly hard to improve on my GP. And that I'm far too quiet during GP class, so much so that I don't even converse with my classmates. Like really meh? Anyhow only. Heeh. Mr Lim was sort of staring/ looking straight into my eyes and I started to giggle. My father and Mr Lim started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr Lim: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Aiyo, Li Hui keep sha xiao.(you keep giggle in a silly manner)"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a few pamplets from the uni exhibition. DENTISTRY HERE I COME! Woo. AIM HIGH AND FALL AMONG THE CLOUDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFPVy6zefPI/AAAAAAAABU8/hbJtH2luMbo/s1600/DSCF0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499974640704847090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFPVy6zefPI/AAAAAAAABU8/hbJtH2luMbo/s320/DSCF0027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFPVycTsu-I/AAAAAAAABU0/R95huP4HdBQ/s1600/DSCF0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499974632518499298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFPVycTsu-I/AAAAAAAABU0/R95huP4HdBQ/s320/DSCF0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering why I'm interested in taking up denstistry. Reason being- I'm inspired by this poly guy who worked very hard and eventually got into NUS dentistry course. He was inspired by his grandfather who is toothless to pursue the dentistry course. Furthermore, I have this fetish for people with braces. HAHA! Just kidding. Basically, I like to see people with neat, white teeth.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFPVyEhfcsI/AAAAAAAABUs/h3GMmSMdnZg/s1600/DSCF0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499974626133897922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFPVyEhfcsI/AAAAAAAABUs/h3GMmSMdnZg/s320/DSCF0024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIRGIN TRY ON KFC'S EGG TART! WOO. Sweet tasting. Crispy crust. Maybe it's just him lah.:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-2711953397968773351?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2711953397968773351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-week-passed-by-rather-fast_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2711953397968773351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2711953397968773351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-week-passed-by-rather-fast_31.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TFPVy6zefPI/AAAAAAAABU8/hbJtH2luMbo/s72-c/DSCF0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-6073227800143986061</id><published>2010-06-12T20:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:58:13.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TBOSPZTlB2I/AAAAAAAABUk/ueSJqupU9eM/s1600/30263_396531729526_719784526_4152076_2411171_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TBOSPZTlB2I/AAAAAAAABUk/ueSJqupU9eM/s320/30263_396531729526_719784526_4152076_2411171_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481885964628723554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi wanted me to take a break so I decided to update about my trip last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.6.10-8.6.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHANG HAI PW STUDY TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome I must say, for its the first far away overseas trip I embarked on with my friends+classmates! It was my classmates and friends whom made the whole trip so enjoyable and memorable, not the pavilions, the people there. The tour guide and teachers were awesome too. They took super good care of us and made sure we hydrate ourselves in the Expo(since we weren't allowed to bring liquids into the Expo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, Shang Hai China is nothing as compared to Singapore. I LOVE SINGAPORE! You know back in Shang Hai, there were so many inconsiderate people around. Smokers in air-conditioned restaurant, stained sanitary pads in uncovered dustbins beside the toilet bowl. The food there sucked to the max, ok fine not all, well at least what we had last day wasn't too bad. It was just that on the last day we had our breakfast at 7.30AM and lunch at 10.30AM(since we need to rush for our 2.30PM flight back to Singapore). Lol. That explains why some felt that the food wasn't so good and only had like a spoonful of rice for 'lunch'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is good. Just a day before my departure, she passed me a digital camera, which is like 6MP. Fine, having a camera is better than having nothing. It runs by batteries, so I thought it was quite convenient. I tested a few shots. It works just fine. Upon reaching the Expo, I changed the batteries to a new set and tired to switch on the camera. TO MY HORROR, the camera died on me. LIKE WOW. How did it even happen?! So freaking mad. I came home complaining about the camera. My mom was saying it was working very well when she used it in Shang Hai LAST YEAR. No luck I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately Kah Fong saved me. She brought two cameras along and help me take pictures during the trip. Hee. THANKS AND LOVE YOU KAH FONG!!! Not forgetting Dian. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't manage to visit those popular pavilions such as the European countries pavilions, USA pavilions. We had a reason. Those pavilion require us to queue for a shocking 5 hours or more! How can our legs tahan! Some queuing lane didn't even have shelters nor cooling fan, and yes those people queuing up had no choice but to queue under the blazing hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the trip was while we were queuing up to enter the China pavilion. We queued for 1/2hour or more and managed to get in. While queuing, those cheenas behind us were pushing their way through the crowd, trying to cut our queue. To stop them, we formed a human barrier and stood very close to each other. Those kiasu cheenas were cursing and swearing at us for spoiling their plan. One little cheena ill bred boy even said something like this, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"THIS PAVILION IS NOT BUILT FOR YOU GUYS OKAY? Mom let's cut their queue at the 6th bent."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if the pavilion is going to be taken down tomorrow or whatever right? Furthermore, it's situated in their OWN COUNTRY, they can visit the pavilion anytime they like. Must they be THAT KIASU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were extra careful at every bent, for it's easy for them to bypass us there. At one of the bent, we could feel people behind forcing their way through. Feeling frustrated, I turned around and shouted, &lt;i&gt;"KE YI BU YAO TUI MA? TUI TUI TUI(Can you stop forcing your way through? Only know how to push push push?). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mother no teach ah?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited a lot of places of interest, will do a full update once I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also alot of illegal vendors selling imitation of China's expo mascot- Hai Bao. Lol, feels and looks like the real one. A 45CM tall Hai Bao is going off less than $5 each! Mad cheap. However the workmanship isn't as good as the real thing I must say. The real one retails between $10-$20 at the Expo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End off here, update soon! Hee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-6073227800143986061?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6073227800143986061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/06/bi-wanted-me-to-take-break-so-i-decided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6073227800143986061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6073227800143986061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/06/bi-wanted-me-to-take-break-so-i-decided.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/TBOSPZTlB2I/AAAAAAAABUk/ueSJqupU9eM/s72-c/30263_396531729526_719784526_4152076_2411171_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-7114957141346184404</id><published>2010-05-28T11:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T12:33:45.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jimmyz said something which motivated me to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'You know every time I come online I will go visit your blog one leh.' *Touched lah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I took my first ever GP paper, did question 11. Majority of my class did on either the family or the mass communication one. Somehow or rather I got very excited halfway through my paper and started to write without stopping, uncontrollably. Nic was sort of staring at me during the examination as soon as he completed his essay. He asked why I looked so serious and 'hard?!' while I was writing my essay. Dotz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used up 3 pieces of paper and submitted a 5.5 pages long essay. Really pray hard I will pass this paper though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after the paper we had a informal CO meeting. Majority of us were actually inclined to the idea of changing our CO conductor! Like what kf said, the conductor don't have his own opinions and always question us back whenever we ask him which songs are more suitable to play for SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Actually considering if I should join ME, reading club or even choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB picked me up from school and took me along to work. Hah, he got lost while trying to get to Defu lane or whatever you call that. Settled our lunch at Aston and proceeded on to purchase erm bricks? for his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by the 3 shopping malls at Tampiness and B bought me an accessory. Hee. Xie xie. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BHG sell very cute briefs! HAHA! There are cute prints on the briefs seh. Didn't know guys wear such things until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we decide to head home at around 7/8pm plus. Went Teck Whye area to have dinner. Coincidentally, B's mom, sister and brother were there too. Joined them for a steamboat dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I saw this guy resembling HYC. BB thinks only his eyebrowns resembles HYC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home and took a warm bath. Shiokness. My legs are aching like mad straight after the GP paper. Must apply counterpain liao. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to update more liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is..I'M TIRED! A day in JC is like a day taking a O level paper. D: Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this blog post is badly done up. I cannot express myself correctly somehow. Aftermaths of GP paper....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-7114957141346184404?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7114957141346184404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/05/jimmyz-said-something-which-motivated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7114957141346184404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7114957141346184404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/05/jimmyz-said-something-which-motivated.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-7048277364854665005</id><published>2010-05-23T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:15:00.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CO's performance for college day turned out to be pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just not good enough. I knew nothing about music yet I joined CO. I wanted a new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sacrificed our whole Saturday just to perform for the school on that day. Band and dance gets to perform on stage in the hall. What about us? At the concourse while the guests enjoy their buffet dinner? Nobody bothered to clap, well except for the Love Story piece I guess? Besides, we screwed up the third song. Everything was out of tune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conductor told some Cello mates off in front of the masses. I could see most of us getting very upset and frustrated. There's simply no one around who appreciates Chinese pieces. Halfway through our performance, we were told to stop and pack up. According to the teacher, someone complained us for being too noisy and they can't enjoy their food peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess I don't like that conductor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding on, or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-7048277364854665005?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7048277364854665005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/05/cos-performance-for-college-day-turned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7048277364854665005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7048277364854665005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/05/cos-performance-for-college-day-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-6005169803687243914</id><published>2010-05-14T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:36:23.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Worst week ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired, tired, tired, tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do, so little time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limited resources, unlimited wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarcity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-6005169803687243914?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6005169803687243914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/05/worst-week-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6005169803687243914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6005169803687243914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/05/worst-week-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-13884529649068566</id><published>2010-04-27T20:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:29:49.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am rather angry with this one particular guy in my class. I wouldn't even consider him as my classmate/ friend after what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yesterday after GP lecture, Andy wanted to borrow my GP notes to hand copy my notes over since he couldn't catch up with the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without hesitation, I agreed. I mean hey, it's only a few pages, so I guess it's fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want Andy to bring my book home so I suggested him to zap the few pages instead, and transfer the notes over at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this particular guy, conveniently took my book from Andy, he claimed that he only needed a few pages. And I thought he meant he will borrow Andy's book after Andy had transferred my notes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, he indirectly borrowed my book to zap a few pages. But it turned out to be...HORROR OH HORROR! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE FUCKING ZAPPED MY WHOLE BOOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I painstakingly took down what GP tutor/ lecturer had told us to for the past 4 months and he just zap it away, all done in 15 minutes, and cost him $5? This was what I heard from others lah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck man? DID HE EVEN ASK FOR MY PERMISSION TO ZAP THE WHOLE BOOK? FUCK NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a GP essay test on Wednesday. Mother fucker, he thinks he's my MG mate he can take advantage of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very dissatisfied, I complained to hell a lot of people and told everything to our CT today. He merely told me not to lend him my notes next time, since what's done can't be undone. SURELY HE CAN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT RIGHT? Like talking to him or whatever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what's wrong with people these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during lab, that guy still have the cheek to talk to me. Seems like he didn't exactly know what's going on then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-13884529649068566?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/13884529649068566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/04/short-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/13884529649068566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/13884529649068566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/04/short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4548777258646295134</id><published>2010-04-18T09:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:57:24.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p70y4ViZI/AAAAAAAABUE/1V7eI0UaGGA/s1600/25088_384618853603_581158603_3706966_5867412_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p70y4ViZI/AAAAAAAABUE/1V7eI0UaGGA/s320/25088_384618853603_581158603_3706966_5867412_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461313645081627026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p70ewkqlI/AAAAAAAABT8/7pPaifrMP8g/s1600/25088_384618828603_581158603_3706965_1675135_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p70ewkqlI/AAAAAAAABT8/7pPaifrMP8g/s320/25088_384618828603_581158603_3706965_1675135_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461313639680354898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super random photos. MY CHOPPER COLLECTION! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Shutter Island yesterday at Orchard Cineleisure yesterday. Wasn't as scary as I imagined. This is the only scene which I thought it was scary. 2.5/5 stars. Saw The Crazies' trailer. Haha, looks exciting, maybe will catch it when the movie is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p1TZbdOZI/AAAAAAAABTs/DDSaxuz5KIM/s1600/26426_349581803248_349581423248_3500052_6637690_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p1TZbdOZI/AAAAAAAABTs/DDSaxuz5KIM/s320/26426_349581803248_349581423248_3500052_6637690_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461306474244159890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we walked to 313 Somerset basement 3 for a Belgium waffle. Bi brought vouchers along and got $1 off. Heeh. It doesn't taste like those ordinary waffle with that pandan taste/smell at all, in fact it tasted CHEESY! AHA! MY FAVOURTIE! CHEESE! Generous filling. 4 stars! This sinful little thing comes with a price- of $4.80 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p70Jp4LlI/AAAAAAAABT0/sKJ_vEWt6R0/s1600/10301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p70Jp4LlI/AAAAAAAABT0/sKJ_vEWt6R0/s320/10301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461313634015129170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Fish &amp;amp; Co(The Hereen). That outlet wasn't worth patronizing, they only had half of the menu. Ordered Seafood Platter and the prawns tasted horrible, have those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xin wei&lt;/span&gt;, very fishy smell. Bi complained(typical Singaporean, tsk tsk tsk XD) to the manager and he explained that it's normal cause the prawns were caught deep underwater, that's why the smell was as such despite thorough cleaning. Exchanged the left over prawns for a pan of calamari(sotong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p71kz7b2I/AAAAAAAABUU/LB9R_Yo8YFY/s1600/26849_359724152613_500302613_3216964_7696852_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p71kz7b2I/AAAAAAAABUU/LB9R_Yo8YFY/s320/26849_359724152613_500302613_3216964_7696852_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461313658484911970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Heaven's Loft. Bought Ben and Jerry's chocolate milkshake @ $11.90+service charge+GST. Despite that $5 off, it's still SHOCKINGLY EXPENSIVE. Hahaha. It's delicious though, very rich and thick chocolate taste. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p71NfTDiI/AAAAAAAABUM/H_CWHPq-lrg/s1600/26849_359723922613_500302613_3216951_5925952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p71NfTDiI/AAAAAAAABUM/H_CWHPq-lrg/s320/26849_359723922613_500302613_3216951_5925952_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461313652224364066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the abrupt way of ending this post, but ya got to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4548777258646295134?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4548777258646295134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/04/super-random-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4548777258646295134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4548777258646295134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/04/super-random-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S8p70y4ViZI/AAAAAAAABUE/1V7eI0UaGGA/s72-c/25088_384618853603_581158603_3706966_5867412_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-3965805672375518841</id><published>2010-04-05T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:24:49.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite sometime since I last blog. JC's life is needless to say tough. Am I not working enough or what? Perhaps I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU LI HUI! YOU WILL PULL IT THROUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a lot of things happened for the past few weeks/ months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I just came out from bathroom and I felt super refreshed. Just realised what I typed previously didn't really made any sense and it's sort of random. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aftermaths of P.E perhaps? Heck, we actually ran 5 rounds today! Give only approximately 2 minutes and 15 seconds per round. I felt seriously terrible after the run, on verge of throwing up. I was desperately looking for a cubicle to recover from P.E and in preparation for the worst scenario- that is if anything was to come out from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror the only cubical near the grand stand was occupied! Walao, I paced up and down in the toilet while waiting for that slow poke to finish her turn. Alas! She came out of the toilet and her whole face was red. I chionged into the toilet and just sat on the covered toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next second I could actually hear the same girl vomiting lah (there's only us two in the toilet, so it's kinda obvious it was her). What the, it's like so infectious and contagious, I almost threw up too -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi walked me to school today. Hee, he baked mini blueberry muffins for me. Super sweet lah. :3 Ke ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Econs was bad. Got back my assignment and my score was really lousy. It struck me really really hard.): According to Mr Oh, our class underperformed for the assignment with exceptions of 3 people who scored 13, 13, 15 out of 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like after I had my chicken don, I sat there and was caught staring into space. ): Just reflecting on my poor Econs grades lah. I kept thinking about it even til now, which is like pointless, for I should be doing something to salvage the situation. RAWR! I WILL I WILL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my god, I didn't eat waffles today, that was super rare of me. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Sometimes in life, you'll need to find yourself, figure out what you really want to do with your life, and if you 're really meant to be with that person, somehow or rather, fate will lead you back into each other's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FELT &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;INFINITY&lt;/span&gt; HAPPIER WITH EXISTENCE OF SOMEBODY IN MY LIFE&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(although people say I always frown in school)&lt;/span&gt;! Although sometimes he can be pretty annoying at times, thinking I'm not okay when I'm actually fine, I love that feeling. Heeh. HAHA how ironic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-3965805672375518841?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3965805672375518841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-quite-sometime-since-i-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3965805672375518841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3965805672375518841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-quite-sometime-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1938838648256577704</id><published>2010-03-24T17:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:22:19.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;21.03.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;CRAZY SHOPPING DAY WITH SHU QIN @ ION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day we felt like meeting each other at the same thing and tadaaaa, we did. HAHA obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided on ION Orchard. Went F21 and bought a lot of things. I always feel very guilty after spending money. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited the Cotton On at ION, Qin felt super awkward, because everything she wore on that day was from there. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qin should feel even guiltier lah. I believe her damage done that day was over $100+++, exclusive of meals. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;SHOCKING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, dinner time @ Wheelock place- The pasta shop! Can't believe I actually visited there that day. Previously I was telling Bi that shop seems sucky because there's only 1-2 customers dining in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nhOr_sBxI/AAAAAAAABS8/GjXrsL2g77Y/s1600/P21-03-10_18.59%5B01%5D+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452136466352965394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nhOr_sBxI/AAAAAAAABS8/GjXrsL2g77Y/s320/P21-03-10_18.59%5B01%5D+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nnoqLqF0I/AAAAAAAABTU/0egGYO3kQRk/s1600/LGIM0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452143509612664642" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nnoqLqF0I/AAAAAAAABTU/0egGYO3kQRk/s320/LGIM0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nnoL5DLXI/AAAAAAAABTM/ZDhiWndeOX4/s1600/24927_1290251024598_1479908102_30779015_689456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452143501481553266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nnoL5DLXI/AAAAAAAABTM/ZDhiWndeOX4/s320/24927_1290251024598_1479908102_30779015_689456_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nhPJrK7WI/AAAAAAAABTE/P2kfqlVR-4Q/s1600/P21-03-10_19.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452136474319973730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nhPJrK7WI/AAAAAAAABTE/P2kfqlVR-4Q/s320/P21-03-10_19.48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to act as if we're gona vomit anytime soon, but failed. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6ngbgi1ZkI/AAAAAAAABSs/M4UfAEeifhg/s1600/LGIM0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452135587105826370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6ngbgi1ZkI/AAAAAAAABSs/M4UfAEeifhg/s320/LGIM0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the right then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6ngbNgNzmI/AAAAAAAABSk/dIgdidQyvOc/s1600/LGIM0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452135581994569314" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6ngbNgNzmI/AAAAAAAABSk/dIgdidQyvOc/s320/LGIM0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tadaaaa, now left! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nofv5NwZI/AAAAAAAABTk/h_V40hRfFYw/s1600/24927_1290251304605_1479908102_30779022_5360409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452144456038728082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nofv5NwZI/AAAAAAAABTk/h_V40hRfFYw/s320/24927_1290251304605_1479908102_30779022_5360409_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's holding the phone. There I am, looking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6ngZx1g5mI/AAAAAAAABSU/qZ5_hsI2VGU/s1600/LGIM0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452135557387839074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6ngZx1g5mI/AAAAAAAABSU/qZ5_hsI2VGU/s320/LGIM0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy chicken. Such a pity we couldn't finish this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nhONzo-QI/AAAAAAAABS0/ADGnYxc_I5c/s1600/LGIM0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452136458249369858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nhONzo-QI/AAAAAAAABS0/ADGnYxc_I5c/s320/LGIM0088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 1 for 1 side dish! Fish and chips! HAHA! This tasted good. Now why is this photo inverted?! Cost us $9.90 for both fish and chips+cheesy chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6ngZY3OxYI/AAAAAAAABSM/r2KL75kVwWA/s1600/LGIM0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452135550684153218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6ngZY3OxYI/AAAAAAAABSM/r2KL75kVwWA/s320/LGIM0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiok HAHA! Bacon creamy pasta+ice lemon tea+potato salad. The salad tasted like mud. Eww! This set meal cost us $15.90 each, and yes we ordered the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nofc6d_4I/AAAAAAAABTc/nDURig4G2I0/s1600/24927_1290251224603_1479908102_30779020_1038101_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452144450943713154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nofc6d_4I/AAAAAAAABTc/nDURig4G2I0/s320/24927_1290251224603_1479908102_30779020_1038101_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qin tagged me on Facebook and the caption goes like this: "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;OMG she add cheese machiam its free&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey it's free what! I PAID LIKE $21 FOR MY DINNER AND YOU'RE TELLING ME I SHOULDN'T ADD CHEESE AS IF IT'S FREE?! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi offered to send us home that day after our shopping spree. Heeeee. &lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;♥ Crapped a lot on our way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="'{"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;My total damage done for that day: SHOCKING 70 BUCKS OMFG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rawr, I must tone down a little for the month already. Gahh, heck, maybe I should just take this as a belated Birthday treat for myself. HAHA! Ahh, I feel better now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-1938838648256577704?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1938838648256577704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/03/21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1938838648256577704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1938838648256577704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/03/21.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S6nhOr_sBxI/AAAAAAAABS8/GjXrsL2g77Y/s72-c/P21-03-10_18.59%5B01%5D+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2138749162904496768</id><published>2010-03-15T19:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:40:03.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54pQCwcA7I/AAAAAAAABR8/uNHiW7TTLNE/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54pQCwcA7I/AAAAAAAABR8/uNHiW7TTLNE/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448837954759558066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look damn odd in this photo cause my hair wasn't in place, nevertheless I choose to upload cause I wana show the whole world what Billyz was doing. LOL! Billz ♥ BOOBIESS. HAHAHAHAHAHA! Couldn't stop laughing when I saw this photo._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54molx_jUI/AAAAAAAABRs/5v1z_R_Sqcg/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54molx_jUI/AAAAAAAABRs/5v1z_R_Sqcg/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448835077943299394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAD CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54mobxNYlI/AAAAAAAABRk/KllKK4aIwH0/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54mobxNYlI/AAAAAAAABRk/KllKK4aIwH0/s320/006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448835075255657042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54mnxy6B0I/AAAAAAAABRc/QOOyyewh404/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54i3dJyXiI/AAAAAAAABQs/cFRvuvz_eHs/s320/LGIM0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448830935278706210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54i263MJDI/AAAAAAAABQk/BJAKC1qyWS0/s1600-h/LGIM0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54i263MJDI/AAAAAAAABQk/BJAKC1qyWS0/s320/LGIM0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448830926073898034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Picture credits to Jimz, XX, Billyz and ME HAHA. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught in surprised yesterday! HAHA was about to go Yew Tee to meet up with Jimz and Xin Xian then Billyz at town for BFF outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They popped by my house with a Birthday cake instead. HAHA! Super touched. Didn't know how to react then. HAHA! Initially I thought their plan failed cause blur Jimmyz send her surprise plan to the wrong person- me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took darn alot of pictures and ate the Oreo cheese cake. Woo. My mom kept complaining that the cake is highly fattening. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got me a pretty notebook with stuffs written on it. HAHA! PRETTY! LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went 313 without Xin Xian as she got to rush for a camp held @ school. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around 313 and stayed at Diva for a pretty long period of time. We wanted to share earrings, but couldn't decide on which set to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We commented on almost every single pair of earrings and couldn't agree with each other who to take what. The sales person was laughing at us sial. -.- HAHA! In the end, we hastened our steps and walked out of the shop, not having to purchase anything. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super paiseh. Billy was saying she wouldn't dare to step into Diva ever again. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited F21 and coincidentally saw By2. Jimmyz has sharp eyes and spotted them first. We hesitated if we should go up to them for a photo, for we are not fans of By2. They looked quite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhuai&lt;/span&gt; then. So we gave up the idea and continued window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took an escalator down and saw a woman wearing a super low cut red kimono, and it seems as if she wasn't wearing any bra. Being lame and curious, we took the escalator up just to confirm if she's wearing any bra. -.- HAHA! Dang funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time~ We accompanied Jimz to the food court to get her chicken rice. Mad expensive. $4.20 if I'm not wrong. And the serving isn't generous at all. Billy had sushi, while I had tako balls with nacho cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Harris bookstore and randomly look at books and stuffs. Then, we saw this darn epic fail educational toy figurine. A PIG WITH BLOODY HUGE PENIS! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54i46VLSLI/AAAAAAAABRE/nHVu8zmfy9s/s1600-h/LGIM0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54i46VLSLI/AAAAAAAABRE/nHVu8zmfy9s/s320/LGIM0078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448830960290973874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up flipping over other animals to see if their&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ahem &lt;/span&gt;was any bigger. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo. Took a train home, Billyz went separate ways with Jimmyz and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to alight at Yew Tee station de lor. As the train approaches Yew Tee station, Jimz suddenly held on to my bangle and bag tightly, refusing to allow me to alight. RAWR! Having no choice, I ended up alighting at CCK with her, and 'accompanied' her home via bus. See how evil Jimz can get. !@#$%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-2138749162904496768?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2138749162904496768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/03/mad-cute-picture-credits-to-jimz-xx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2138749162904496768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2138749162904496768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/03/mad-cute-picture-credits-to-jimz-xx.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S54pQCwcA7I/AAAAAAAABR8/uNHiW7TTLNE/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4464725248765817714</id><published>2010-03-13T10:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:22:11.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WOO I'm OFFICIALLY 17!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks people for the birthday wishes, presents and stuffs! HAHA. You guys rocked! Even those who rarely spoke to me made an effort to wish me Happy Birthday! HAHA mad happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened on my birthday lah, tabolek tahan. We had PW PI presentation, Economics lecture test, and last but not least...OH HORROR HORROR! P.E!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hate P.E, literally, especially when we have to run. Madness. We ran one round around the school track to warm ourselves up before we headed off for our next activity. This time round we dealt we rubber bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not flicking the rubber bands at each other or anything, we are supposed to tuck jump over a long stretch of rubber band ropes, IN THE CANTEEN. That was so freaking embarrassing, I mean hello? Tuck jumping leh. ): If hopping it's still ain't that bad lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is I fell on my butt while trying out the first jump. Luckily I fell down nicely la, and I stood up almost immediately okay? Basically I'm sort of afraid of falling flat on my face la, that's why I hesitated before I jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia En hurt her foot while jumping, hope she's alright. I wished I was her! After the whole tuck jump thingy, we had to run, again! 4 rounds! Oh my god, the freaking run almost took my life. I must admit my stamina isn't good and I always pass my 2.4KM run by that few seconds. I didn't meet teacher's target for the second round, reluctantly, I had to go for another extra round just because I missed the target by 2-3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao, I sat on a wet patch and realized only after I stood up. I was thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Walao, did I really sweat that much until it soaked my pants or did I pee in my pants accidentally?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that my pants is black in colour lah. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Hui Ying, Hanna, Dian and me ended up walking for that round. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took boi boi's car to IMM for dinner @ a Japanese restaurant. Ahaha! Much thanks for the treat, chopper+muffins. Woo. Their food is good, and, the price is kinda shocking lah. LOL. I went to sleep with 3 muffins, and woke up to find only 1 left. Rawr. Obviously my brother/sister ate them for breakfast without my consent lor. Hmph. And they ate the pretty ones. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerby gave me a tiramisu cake that night. Much thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is mad cute. He went to sleep forgetting it's my Birthday. Woke up from his sleep suddenly and entered my room with an Ang Pao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Happy Birthday darling, paiseh I forgot it's your Birthday, I went to sleep but got this feeling I forgot something, then I woke up and realised it's your Birthday!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is even cutier lah. Ahaha. He didn't get any presents for me and gave me an Ang Pao instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Kor, u married liao meh? When how come I don't know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he replied&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Must get married to give Ang Pao meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night, I lied down on the bed and started thinking about a lot of things. I tossed and turned around, only to realise a resulting bruise on my butt due to the fall during P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, tired? I guessed so. Ahaha. My body was aching all over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANA GET A BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR MYSELF! AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to BFFs outing this coming weekend/holiday. Woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4464725248765817714?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4464725248765817714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/03/woo-im-officially-17-thanks-people-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4464725248765817714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4464725248765817714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/03/woo-im-officially-17-thanks-people-for.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-7854702270750626806</id><published>2010-02-25T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:04:54.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was almost late for school today. Waited 302 for a bloody long time. 15 minutes, 2 bus full with passengers, obviously I couldn't get on board -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got onto the bus and got myself a seat after the Yew Tee MRT stop. Saw Miss Zam on board and she sat beside me. We caught up with each other a little bit and she asked which subject combination I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached CCK interchange at 7.30AM and fortunately the bus came on time. HAHA! And it was filled with PJC+CCKSS students. Feels as if there were 100 over students alighting from the bus and chionging towards the school gate, maybe that's the reason why the gate uncle couldn't lock the late comers outside on time lah. Power of pioneers getting late together. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics practical was such a pain lah. Basically the tutor was standing right infront holding onto a microphone and speaking to himself. He got that lullaby voice that hardly anyone can tahan through without dozing off a little here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my tian,&lt;/span&gt; I hate Thursdays simply because it's 'Science' day. We don't have PW, GP, Econs or whatever on Thursdays. All we had for today was Science Science and more Science. Physics practical, Chemistry tutorial, Chemistry lecture, Physics lecture. Tabolek tahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry lecture was held during the afternoon and I felt super sleepy. Towards the end of the lecture I couldn't get anything into my head at all. She taught us back titration today and I couldn't catch a ball. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was recess time and oh my god I don't know who made such arrangement lah, a fire drill alarm went off during our recess time. MAD! I haven't even step out of the classroom yet okay? X( The drill dragged for half an hour and there goes our recess time. Rushed to the lecture hall straight after the drill for Chemistry lecture.__. Luckily there's another break after the Chemistry lecture sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had salmon and egg don for lunch. Weeheee. Doesn't come cheap though. It cost me $3. But it's super nice lah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school there's this photo taking session for our portfolio. The whole process took less than 2 minutes leh. I think I look very bad in the photo. They took the picture without flash! Which means there's a high possibility of the picture turning out to be blur. I hope they won't force us to buy those pictures lah. Initially I thought it was class photo taking and I was so excited about it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanna and I took a bus to Lot 1 and she headed home via MRT. Got myself a hot fudge sundae treat. Heeee. Mad happy! Was craving for it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common sense tells me that it will be inappropriate if I board the bus with my sundae, so I decided to walk around Lot 1 until I finish my sundae. I was praying so hard that I won't see any of my classmates, schoolmates or even teacher at Lot 1 lah, haha. Cause it's like super weird and awkward to shop around Lot 1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALONE &lt;/span&gt;lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are aching so badly right now, aftermaths of playing too much cello yesterday during Chinese Orchestra? I don't know. The way to hold that bow was super hard. And it took me like an hour to get the hang of it. My god, our sectional instructor is mad fierce and serious lah. But she praised us for being fast learners, since beginners will usually take about 2 weeks just to learn to hold a bow properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was wearing dark blue eyeliner. Very contrasting to her skin tone lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cello is an instrument so not for demure and paiseh paiseh kind of people sia. We have to open our legs so wide just to put the cello in place to play. Heng I got wear shorts sial, if not zao geng. Sat on chair for a pretty long period of time, all sort of symptoms started appearing lah. Butt ache, back ache, arms ache. My god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Chinese Orchestra, I kept pronouncing cello as 'cell-lo', so embarrassing lah, it should be pronounced as 'che-lo'. Heeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so gona to tell you about this don't know if I should deem it as disgusting or cool stuff I saw in school the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this good looking girl in school. She caught my attention because she was carrying a bright red bagpack and wore a lot of fanciful hair accessories. I thought she had fairly nice legs leh, to my horror, I got a shock of my life! Indeed, she has nice legs, BUT with a lot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;curly and black leg hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck. If she an Indian it's still acceptable lah. But she's a Chinese. Imagine fair skin with long and curly leg hair. It's god damn obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god. Why can't she respect herself and others around her and bloody wax her leg hairs away?! This is just so wrong. I cannot accept a good looking female with unsightly body hair lah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liang xin guo yi bu qu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-7854702270750626806?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7854702270750626806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/was-almost-late-for-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7854702270750626806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7854702270750626806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/was-almost-late-for-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-7819075837863224210</id><published>2010-02-20T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:03:11.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My god, my flu, cough and fever didn't recover even after so long. Erm say one week? All those medications didn't help at all lah. MAD!! X( And my parents have been feeding me with all sorts of weird weird stuffs they seen over the internet/ book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel super terrible and didn't have appetite to eat most of the time during recess. I feel cold during tutorials even after when the fan was being adjusted to the smallest power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going toilet all the time. My head will start to spin when it reaches 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those lecturers got problem sia. Go so fast who the hell will be able to absorb everything sia. Fuck them. MAD! Out of so many lectures I enjoyed the Mathematics one most. The lecturer is our tutor and he teach in a step by step manner, easily understandable by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday PJC had this road run event. I wasn't feeling well and I'm sure I was having a high fever at that point of time. AND I AM NOT ALLOWED TO GO HOME. What the fuck? Half of the time we were wasting our time away in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuck during tutorials everybody is like so darn super smart? Any question thrown at them they will be able to complete it within seconds. I felt super inferior because I'm the only combined science student in the class.___. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-7819075837863224210?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7819075837863224210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-god-my-flu-cough-and-fever-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7819075837863224210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7819075837863224210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-god-my-flu-cough-and-fever-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-6139661479010697565</id><published>2010-02-18T18:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:57:25.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I don't say this now I will surely break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm real upset about certain things but I guess I'm in no position to voice it out, after all I have to think of the consequences and know that my blog is a open to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wished certain things didn't had to happen and that you could understand me better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Will you won't you, be the one I always know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;There's some things we don't talk about, rather do without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE PLEASE GET ME OUT OF THIS CRAZILY MAD WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, I should be doing up my tutorials instead of typing one whole chunk of rubbish which hardly anyone will bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-6139661479010697565?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/6139661479010697565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-dont-say-this-now-i-will-surely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6139661479010697565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/6139661479010697565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-dont-say-this-now-i-will-surely.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-7670031457504694755</id><published>2010-02-13T10:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:09:23.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gI7KacOYI/AAAAAAAABPk/rojma855vMA/s1600-h/LGIM0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gI7KacOYI/AAAAAAAABPk/rojma855vMA/s320/LGIM0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438106362550434178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't rotate this picture! HAHA! Our clan identity! MONACO~ KF, me and Hanna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gFznzkU-I/AAAAAAAABOk/TFRKnR3jyks/s1600-h/LGIM0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gFznzkU-I/AAAAAAAABOk/TFRKnR3jyks/s320/LGIM0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438102934466614242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine the stupid cheering contest is held at the grandstand and almost under the hot sun? I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gFzKZUNFI/AAAAAAAABOc/UhUJhT_5978/s1600-h/LGIM0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gFzKZUNFI/AAAAAAAABOc/UhUJhT_5978/s320/LGIM0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438102926571877458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D IS FOR DARWIN! WE LOVE DARWIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gI6WIjvLI/AAAAAAAABPc/nmQUno0xbCs/s1600-h/19055_297710928324_671643324_3556372_6159908_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gI6WIjvLI/AAAAAAAABPc/nmQUno0xbCs/s320/19055_297710928324_671643324_3556372_6159908_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438106348516785330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, KF and I looked god damn stupid. LOL, with those shoelaces tied around our head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gI6OQ-MzI/AAAAAAAABPU/6kE6ZY2T6qM/s1600-h/LGIM0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gI6OQ-MzI/AAAAAAAABPU/6kE6ZY2T6qM/s320/LGIM0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438106346404590386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gK-ldnmAI/AAAAAAAABP0/HUGF8Rs2ZXI/s1600-h/16975_303978546444_626351444_3296107_3222655_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gK-ldnmAI/AAAAAAAABP0/HUGF8Rs2ZXI/s320/16975_303978546444_626351444_3296107_3222655_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438108620374382594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super random and UGLY! Jimz took this. Aww, see Billy had a cut on her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gH4emO64I/AAAAAAAABPM/lyTHuBHhLs4/s1600-h/LGIM0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gH4emO64I/AAAAAAAABPM/lyTHuBHhLs4/s320/LGIM0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438105216917367682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@FEP'S TOILET! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gK-JdwSQI/AAAAAAAABPs/wWAWOS-lg4M/s1600-h/LGIM0041+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gK-JdwSQI/AAAAAAAABPs/wWAWOS-lg4M/s320/LGIM0041+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438108612858759426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gH3xgAx4I/AAAAAAAABPE/rL-xiZxw_DA/s1600-h/LGIM0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gH3xgAx4I/AAAAAAAABPE/rL-xiZxw_DA/s320/LGIM0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438105204811679618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gH3hWccxI/AAAAAAAABO8/nU4MOtgkheI/s1600-h/LGIM0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gH3hWccxI/AAAAAAAABO8/nU4MOtgkheI/s320/LGIM0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438105200476582674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gH3QLFrkI/AAAAAAAABO0/cBEJnwYvBv0/s1600-h/LGIM0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gH3QLFrkI/AAAAAAAABO0/cBEJnwYvBv0/s320/LGIM0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438105195865550402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFF3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gF0J3Sy7I/AAAAAAAABOs/pXcbRhbwMX0/s1600-h/LGIM0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gF0J3Sy7I/AAAAAAAABOs/pXcbRhbwMX0/s320/LGIM0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438102943609047986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimz showing off her school.__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gFy17bHFI/AAAAAAAABOU/PNI5x480Arg/s1600-h/16975_303978536444_626351444_3296105_4603117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gFy17bHFI/AAAAAAAABOU/PNI5x480Arg/s320/16975_303978536444_626351444_3296105_4603117_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438102921077791826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me likez this photo! Thanks to Jimz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gEm9PWaeI/AAAAAAAABOE/gExWRteJ3bM/s1600-h/LGIM0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gEm9PWaeI/AAAAAAAABOE/gExWRteJ3bM/s320/LGIM0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438101617370360290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random picture to share! Truckload full of newspapers/magazines/old electric appliances and LYDIA IN THE BACKGROUND! HAHA! This picture was taken last week I guess, when we were still in our MG groups doing CIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I'M BACK EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIONERO IMPERIOR CAMP WAS A BLAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJC's orientation lasted for 2 weeks. Oh my god. LOL! Nevertheless we had so much fun! The Principal assured us that we will be able to catch up with other schools and not lag behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't actually remember the exact sequence of things we did. So I'll just do a summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a lot of songs and cheers. I like the 'war path' cheer the most. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stomp, clap, stomp, clap....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Monaco left, Monaco right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Monaco center, Monaco fight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Oo! Ah! We're on war path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Oo! Ah! YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;From East to West we'll beat the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;From North to South we'll rock the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Oo! Ah! We're on war path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Oo! Ah! YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;GOOOO MONACO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the clan MONACO! (Though I wished I was in Sprata lah, :3) And from the house DARWIN! Both orange in colour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 6 clan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monaco: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athens:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; Light blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparta: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dark blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corinth: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babylon: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yellow.&lt;/span&gt; OMG I LOVE YELLOW!&lt;br /&gt;Troy: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 6 houses. But I don't exactly remember the names. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also learnt 3-4 mass dances. 2 requires a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE FUN DANCE! HAHAHA! It doesn't requires a partner! And basically as the name suggest, it's FUN! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a preview of it. Got it from Youtube, isn't the latest though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpkzGyK_Ts8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kpkzGyK_Ts8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a lot of icebreakers on the first day and I like the 'super heros' game. Hee. It works like scissors paper stone, however this time round you have to do the super heros action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were gathered in a circle and the first person will act and say out the super hero's name. There's X-man, superman, spider man, batman, and wonder woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder woman's action super epic. It's like you have to do circular motion infront of your chest. As if you have big boobies. HAHA! I sabo-ed Nicolas 4 times. Sorry I didn't mean it. :3 HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food served wasn't too bad. Just that I'm not happy upon knowing that lunch was at our own expense. We paid a good oh $70 for the 2 days 1 night camp okay? I know $70 isn't that great, but can you imagine me eating the chicken pie from good news cafe almost everyday without fail for lunch? Sian leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3f7iyP938I/AAAAAAAABN8/1SeC_ZOmzr8/s1600-h/LGIM0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3f7iyP938I/AAAAAAAABN8/1SeC_ZOmzr8/s320/LGIM0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438091650096029634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supper! Potato puff + kaya and butter bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3f7hyCuUnI/AAAAAAAABNs/ESLIFSgYvcI/s1600-h/LGIM0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3f7hyCuUnI/AAAAAAAABNs/ESLIFSgYvcI/s320/LGIM0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438091632860615282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner/lunch, forgot liao. The vegetable is darn hard to chew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3f7ibDo71I/AAAAAAAABN0/CUMCwaW6ml8/s1600-h/LGIM0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3f7ibDo71I/AAAAAAAABN0/CUMCwaW6ml8/s320/LGIM0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438091643870310226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day's dinner! Sumptuous! They ordered mussels for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our dinner, There was a random fire drill practice. Then, we visited various stations to play games in the dark. Woohoo, super exciting. LOL! I got freaked out at the haunted house station. We're supposed to crawl under a lot of tables and follow the direction of the light sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy tried to scare me but he failed. I saw his shadow from the corner that's why. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Guy: "BOO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: "Oh haha, that was VERY scary."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Guy: "You are supposed to be scared lor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explored further and this OGL hiding behind the black curtains screamed. LOL! In response I screamed back (because I was freaked out). D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finale night we had mass dance! HAHA! And also tonnes of stage games. There was this watermelon eating game whereby contestants have to eat the watermelon in a ugly manner! HAHA! They had their hands tied to the back and their eyes blindfolded. There were 2 girls on stage, they were so violent on the watermelon which made them seem unglam! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE MASS DANCE SESSION! LOL! Although I screw my dance steps, I still enjoyed it. It reminds me of Kranji's mass dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last but not least I would like to thank my OGLS for making the whole orientation a even more enjoyable one. HAHA! Hugs to Naing Oo, Hulda, Pearlyn and Belle Joy! LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and P.S 10S26 FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I WANA COMPLAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, come to think of it, I feel so freaked out right now. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if someone watches you as you sleep? I mean seriously which normal girl will watch and observe another girl sleep sial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just so abnormal lah! You know, during the 2 days 1 night camp, some girl actually told me that I looked cute when I sleep. OMG OMG. And, furthermore she was sleeping beside me lah. I wonder if she did anything funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Monaco was having clan meeting and she sat beside KF. I sat in between KF and Hanna. Since she was so far away from me, I was kinda lazy to talk to her. KF wanted to play my handphone game and I agreed. All of the sudden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Her: "Can I change place with you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me: "Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Her: "Cause you and KF keep talking among yourselves and I feel very left out."  *Raises her voice*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me: "Sorry no, I wana talk to Hanna."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously what the fuck is wrong with her? Who in the world will make such a request? It's just obvious that she don't like me talking to KF loh, and implying that I'm a bad person. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg lah, if she seriously can click with us there's no need for a change of seat, agree? And furthermore Florence was sitting beside her, she didn't even initiate chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once our OGL, Hulda requested to take a look at my phone as it seems cool. I agreed since she only wanted to slide the phone and look at it. There she was trying to make my life difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Her: "Walau, why you let Hulda to look at your phone but not me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: "Hello you wanted to look at my pictures and messages?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Her: *Kept quiet*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, don't ask me who is she, it's for me to know and for you to find out. So long~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-7670031457504694755?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7670031457504694755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-rotate-this-picture-haha-our-clan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7670031457504694755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7670031457504694755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/cant-rotate-this-picture-haha-our-clan.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S3gI7KacOYI/AAAAAAAABPk/rojma855vMA/s72-c/LGIM0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-5383743620976754595</id><published>2010-02-04T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T17:42:29.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this cool stuff over the net. Just to share.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To realize the value of one year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ask a student who has failed a final exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To realize the value of one month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To realize the value of one week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To realize the value of one hour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To realize the value of one minute:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ask the person who has missed the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To realize the value of one second:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ask a person who has survived an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;To realize the value of one millisecond:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-5383743620976754595?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5383743620976754595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/found-this-cool-stuff-over-net.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5383743620976754595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5383743620976754595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/found-this-cool-stuff-over-net.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-8860976463064657598</id><published>2010-02-02T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:26:50.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had mee rebus for lunch in school. Cost me only 80 cents. Quite filling, or should I say too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the trial session after school at the CO room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cello is darn cool I must say! Hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2gn-cTa9fI/AAAAAAAABNk/MFWTOLxddUM/s1600-h/article-1130070-03347EA1000005DC-239_468x558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2gn-cTa9fI/AAAAAAAABNk/MFWTOLxddUM/s320/article-1130070-03347EA1000005DC-239_468x558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433636904125527538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaaa, CELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a so not girlish instrument lah. Have to place the instrument in between of my legs. Awkward position. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Qin for a haircut after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her haircut cost $14, ouch. CNY bo bian. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cut her fringe, mad cute! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Teck Whye Market's spectacles shop for the first time. Their prices are average lor, got&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;cheap meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to NTUC to buy some snacks. Haha. Decided on Richola's Lemon Mint Fresh Pearls. Hee. Qin got the Strawberry flavored one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried Kinder Bueno's white chocolate for the first time and it was average. TOO SWEET LAH! Haha. Qin treated me half of her bar. She dropped 1/4 of it on the floor and I was laughing like mad. I know you are my BFF but I just couldn't control myself lah. Hee. Sorry :D Thanks for accompanying to wait for that 307 bus today wor. LOVE YA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-8860976463064657598?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8860976463064657598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-mee-rebus-for-lunch-in-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8860976463064657598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8860976463064657598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-mee-rebus-for-lunch-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2gn-cTa9fI/AAAAAAAABNk/MFWTOLxddUM/s72-c/article-1130070-03347EA1000005DC-239_468x558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4699819680162678956</id><published>2010-02-02T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:02:37.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really really need advice on what subject combination to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 H2 Physics, Chemistry, Maths; H1 Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 H2 Physics/Chemistry, Maths, Econs; H1 Physics/Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I've submitted the combination form and gotten the result today already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten  H2 Phy, Chem, Maths; H1 Econs, and I don't know if it's really advisable for a sub science student(like me) to take up 2 H2 sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The general office lady of PJC assured me I will be fine with both Physics and Chem if I put in enough hard work, since my combined science was an A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine? ): Life is really all about choices. Which JC/ poly to go to? Which subject combination to take? Choices of friends to make? I hate making choices, for I am indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4699819680162678956?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4699819680162678956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-really-need-advice-on-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4699819680162678956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4699819680162678956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-really-need-advice-on-what.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-344795632681493036</id><published>2010-02-01T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:58:15.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 17th &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MING HAO&lt;/span&gt; BF! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY ALL UR WISHES COME TRUE! :D  &lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;❥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-344795632681493036?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/344795632681493036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-sweet-17th-ming-hao-bf-d-may-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/344795632681493036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/344795632681493036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-sweet-17th-ming-hao-bf-d-may-all.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2848846394121169903</id><published>2010-02-01T19:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:14:28.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Graphic calculators cost $175 OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED Financial Assistance URGENTLY!&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/26037370-2848846394121169903?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2848846394121169903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/graphic-calculators-cost-175-omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2848846394121169903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2848846394121169903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/02/graphic-calculators-cost-175-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-8214513250902750469</id><published>2010-01-31T18:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:40:02.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school in PJC. Overall experience was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess first day of school everyone isn't that warmed up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation group leaders are super friendly and enthusiastic lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary from the student council left a pretty deep impression on me. For one, he looks like someone I've seen some where before(but I can't recall where), two, for his cold jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, no I'm not having a crush on him, though he looks pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any Kranjians in my MG group. ): But I guess it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with the Principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Step out of your comfort zone and start making a lot of new friends, if you keep sticking with your own secondary school clique, nobody will dare to make friends with you, trust me, your JC life will be miserable."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy sitting beside me tried to strike a conversation with me. His name is Matthew. Cool right? Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Matt: "Hey, you from Kranji Secondary ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me: "Then? You cannot see meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  *points at my school uniform*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA, I think I'm super mean lor. Heee. But I totally cannot stand retarded question like that lah. Isn't he asking for the obvious? ._. At least ask for my name what. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He happens to know Shun Jie, I suppose he's from NCC or whatever you call that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those OGL girls in my group dam chio lah, especially the Shi Han, she looks a bit like chinese mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given half and hour to settle our admin stuffs and then we were given the subject combination form. HAHA! I only met like 6-7 combinations' criteria. Not too bad already lah, given that I'm a sub science student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't really remember what actually happened on the 1st day, but 2nd day at PJC was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAA! There was this crazy mass dance whereby everyone is required to have a dance partner of opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald is really lucky to have me lah, I TOTALLY CANNOT DANCE. I'm so super inflexible and Gerald kept laughing at me. And I tell you lah, the experience is totally so awkward and xia suay. My palms couldn't stop sweating. And I'm super afraid that Gerald will be turned off by my sweaty palms. HAHA, surprisingly he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a few new friends. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them kena not so good looking guy partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said(I shall not name her):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Walao, pair also don't give me one handsome one." *roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this songs and cheers session too. HAHA! Super cool lah, those cheers are accompanied by cool 'moves'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also taught the school's anthem. It sounded super like lullaby sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that super tiring and draining mass dance session, we proceeded on to a lot of icebreaker games. I super hate the memorizing names game. Hate it hate it! X( I have short term memory, and when I mean short, it's really SHORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch together as a group, I HAD CHICKEN RICE AGAIN. HAHA! Now then I realise I have to ask for the soup if I want it. I thought the aunty&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; buay song&lt;/span&gt; me that's why I didn't get the soup like others sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, the OGLs taught us a clapping beat thingy, and I guessed I'm the only one who didn't get it. I swear to god I couldn't catch any balls. It's just so complicated lah. Very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, my hands were very sweaty at that point of time and I totally didn't want the table to look as if someone has pee-d on it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst is, they wanted us to clap and bang on the table one by one, to prove that we really know the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it's my turn to prove myself, I just shook my head and stared at my hand phone, hoping someone will send me a message to keep myself busy for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that moment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like everyone's attention is on me. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stupid OGL keep pointing at me and demanded me to be more enthusiastic. I refused. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just damn paiseh lah, I pray the following week I will be spared from such crappy activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes really slow on day 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Xin Xian, Yi Shan and me headed back to KSS to seek help for JC admin matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madam Yong damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dua pai&lt;/span&gt;(big shot), made Xin Xian waited for like 1 hour++. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't changed a bit. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Yi Shan and I decided to head home first cause Xin Xian was taking too long. Went to Limbang for bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went to the new bakery to buy a bread. Something happened. Guess it's my lucky day and their unlucky day. HAHA! Shall not elaborate too much on the incident. You know I know. Sekali some random strangers bloghop and saw the details and post it up on STOMP how? HAHA! You know how boliao some people can get right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. (:~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-8214513250902750469?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8214513250902750469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/haha-first-day-of-school-in-pjc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8214513250902750469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8214513250902750469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/haha-first-day-of-school-in-pjc.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2734559588238409893</id><published>2010-01-28T18:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T13:32:50.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;25.01.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECP WITH &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BERLYN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XIN XIAN&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YISHAN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared 4 egg sandwiches for the picnic before I went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Xian overslept! HAHA! *Laughs at her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took MRT to Bedok with Yi Shan to meet Berlyn first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedok got Pasar malam siol, Bought cheese toufu as part of my breakfast. Yi Shan bought muah chee while Berlyn bought nuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeee. Super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some double decker bus and it took us about 15 minutes to walk to ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each rented bicycle for 3 hours. $6 per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to ask for a super big basket to hold my handbag lah. I should have brought a backpack instead of handbag lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After adjusting ourselves on the bikes, we started to cycle around ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped at KFC for a toilet break. My contacts freaking irritating and uncomfortable lah, so I took it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation damn awkward lah, the basin with mirror is situated outside of the toilet and people are sort of having their breakfast around that area okay? So xia suay. Hee. *Blush blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got hungry and we stopped the physical fitness corner for our mini picnic. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yishan brought seedless grapes and jellies for picnic!❥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that short 15-20 minutes, I kena 2 mosquito bites sia. MAD! I WANA SQUASH THOSE DAMN MOSQUITOES! X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know since when, but Yi Shan and Berlyn are super passionate and enthusiastic towards BIRDS lah. Don't get me wrong, birds as in those you see in Singapore kind of birds. Not normal kind of Singapore birds you see on streets okay, they both go crazy over BOTAK birds. Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2OwR6_axUI/AAAAAAAABM8/HtRrG3bk0a0/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2OwR6_axUI/AAAAAAAABM8/HtRrG3bk0a0/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432379397478466882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2OwRcRzPiI/AAAAAAAABM0/8MiV83fQcZg/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2OwRcRzPiI/AAAAAAAABM0/8MiV83fQcZg/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432379389234069026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botak bird and friend. The 'friend' came to snatch chips. HAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2OwQdvyjfI/AAAAAAAABMs/qL0UyVscERQ/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2OwQdvyjfI/AAAAAAAABMs/qL0UyVscERQ/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432379372448419314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fierce D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2OwPgrbDVI/AAAAAAAABMk/jWfhvoAYX5c/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2OwPgrbDVI/AAAAAAAABMk/jWfhvoAYX5c/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432379356055539026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2OwOp4u6TI/AAAAAAAABMc/sOfXSDpIFfg/s1600-h/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2OwOp4u6TI/AAAAAAAABMc/sOfXSDpIFfg/s320/068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432379341347416370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;撒嬌(sa jiao) act cute face. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes it's called the mynah. I have no idea what happen to it's feather on its neck and head lah. Maybe kena struck by thunder and that bird very &lt;em&gt;'da ming bu si'&lt;/em&gt; lo. Or it's either there are tonnes of people like Berlyn and Yi Shan lah, going around feeding them with potato chips and bread, sodium content too high liao, causing them to lose all their feathers, HAHA. HAHAHA. Ok la, it doesn't look &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Xian was totally turned off by Yi Shan's and Berlyn's behavior, she started complaining non stop. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the sudden urge to have slurpee, we headed to 7-11 and guess who I saw? I saw my primary school BFF WITH HER BOYFRIEND SIAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everybody is like getting in pairs lah. Talking about BGR, my principal darn funny, she said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Teenagers nowadays get into a relationship and it doesn't matter if their are in love or not, it's just a trend. But be reassured parents, we've got professional councillors to handle their emotional needs."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we continued cycling, and Xin Xian started blasting "Replay" on her phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Shawty´s like a melody in my head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; That I can´t keep out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Got me singin´ like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Na na na na everyday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; It´s like my iPod stuck on replay replay-ay-ay-ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao she damn bad lah, keep saying I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lan(lousy)&lt;/span&gt; because I didn't know how to sing any chinese songs. Heeee. But I confess it's true lah. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin Xian saw those bangala road workers and suggest a stupid game. Whoever loses in the scissors, paper, stone game must wave and say 'HI!' at the bangala workers. So dumb la can. HAHAHA! This kind of idea only Xin Xian will come up with lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked towards the neighbourhood area for bubble tea. Their bubble tea darn cheap, $1 nia. Not too bad, except for the pearls, too soft, like jelly babies like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Shan and Berlyn saw a flight of pigeons, and started to feed them again. They tried to snatch Xin Xian's chips. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where this Indian lady started throwing bread crumbs at the pigeons. Xin Xian was cursing her I swear. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 135 to AMK hub. Sit until butt cracks lah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at AMK hub before heading off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berlyn suggested of going K Box the next time we go out together. Yi Shan objected violently. HAHA. I was on Yi Shan's side because I couldn't sing at all. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2PCygkv44I/AAAAAAAABNc/1R1P_iLDd4k/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2PCygkv44I/AAAAAAAABNc/1R1P_iLDd4k/s320/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432399748532265858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2PCxhMXkuI/AAAAAAAABNU/d96w3yyxtoY/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2PCxhMXkuI/AAAAAAAABNU/d96w3yyxtoY/s320/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432399731518575330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this shot. XX looks so CAREFREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2PCxIlJ2lI/AAAAAAAABNM/KY_SbvxXMPQ/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2PCxIlJ2lI/AAAAAAAABNM/KY_SbvxXMPQ/s320/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432399724911647314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2PCwaC42fI/AAAAAAAABNE/FDEkFEQohgU/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2PCwaC42fI/AAAAAAAABNE/FDEkFEQohgU/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432399712419895794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face over over (sm)exposed! My hair also look quite weird la. I LOVE THEM! HEEE. They are a bunch of FUN PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures credit to Berlyn! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next update coming up soon. Stay tuned. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-2734559588238409893?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2734559588238409893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2734559588238409893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2734559588238409893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/25.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S2OwR6_axUI/AAAAAAAABM8/HtRrG3bk0a0/s72-c/072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1689342215902408705</id><published>2010-01-19T19:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T22:31:42.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18.01.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with Berlyn, Yi Shan and Xin Xian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Changing Appetite again! Haha! Don't ask why I always go there, cause me myself also don't know. K la K la, I confess that restaurant is my lao pa open one. Hee. -_- Telling lies without blinking my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I realised the menu on the set lunch for Monday was familiar. Salmon fish in cream pasta. Hey, isn't that what I had with my brother a month ago at the same restaurant? I've yet to try Tuesday's, Thursday's, Friday's, Saturday's, Sunday's dishes yet lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time that Salmon pasta did not improve at all, instead it dropped its standard. The cream sauce was totally bland and tasted like the NTUC fairprice skim milk I have at home. Very very diluted. And I'm not saying NTUC fairprice's skim milk suck k? It's far better than most brands and it's 99.9% fat free! You've got to love it. They they are going for pocket friendly prices kay! Only $1.75 for 1L. Save those moolahs. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S1VyPckfiCI/AAAAAAAABLs/QcP8Xq3TbZo/s1600-h/11898629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S1VyPckfiCI/AAAAAAAABLs/QcP8Xq3TbZo/s320/11898629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428370535557859362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? 99.9% FAT FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering where I got the milk picture form right? I googled for NTUC fairprice skim milk and found the NTUC online website. Darn cool! I was so bored, that I started exploring their website. Okay, I think the website was up for quite sometime already and I admit I'm very wols. Haha! WHAT WHAT? SLOW CANNOT IS IT? *Getting very defensive*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fairprice.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.fairprice.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S &amp;amp; K UHT MILK - LOW FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;&lt; my personal favourite also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la getting off topic already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the crappy dish kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pasta ah, I had to add so much cheese powder just to get to that Pasta Mania'a creamy chicken taste lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I type until here I forgot what to type, cause that fugging blogger didn't save my draft and somehow whatever I typed was deleted after I posted up two pictures. FUCK YOU BLOGGER! -'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and I remembered blogging about the dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dessert was chocolate ice cream with brownie. The brownie was god damn frigging hard. Like that of a rock. It's clearly too tough for my teeth lah. But after awhile, the brownie got soggy due to the ice cream on top and it was still acceptable. Ice cream on top, hmm, sounds wrong. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed off to SPCA later. Took circle line and alighted at Bartley MRT station. Walked for 5 minutes. I got so excited when I hear the dogs barking from distant lah! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached SPCA at 4.30PM or so. And to our dismay, SPCA CLOSES AT 4PM THAT DAY. MAD! Waste my MRT fares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung around outside SPCA for quite sometime and hesitated to take a photo. We couldn't find ourselves a volunteer to help us snap a picture lah. Not that we got nothing better to do kay! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially we wanted to shop at 313 Somerset but Berlyn complained that it's too far for her, thus we decided on Bishan Junction 8 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this QB house's flyer distributer keep giving Yi Shan flyers lor. Cheat some more, 2 flyers at one go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yi Shan very naughty lor, keep stuffing the flyers into my bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must post (sm)expose her on my blog. WAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go I see this mad cute and hilarious shrilling chicken lah! I've got special affinity with those chicken I guess. HAHAHAH! Minitoons, Action City, More Than Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Than Words' version is the shrilling lady. Damn RA lah, the shrilling lady wears bikini without paddings! HAHAHA! And at Minitoons I saw the version without hair. HAHAH. As in hair on the body lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/productimg1252921277197.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrilling chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/shrillinggirl_1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrilling lady! HAHA something like that la, just that the More Than Words' version has fuller bust and buttocks. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANA GO SPCA! HAHAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S It's gona rain soon alr~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-1689342215902408705?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1689342215902408705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1689342215902408705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1689342215902408705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/18.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S1VyPckfiCI/AAAAAAAABLs/QcP8Xq3TbZo/s72-c/11898629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2089078269390745016</id><published>2010-01-14T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:38:16.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S08zNBl2FsI/AAAAAAAABLk/G-4iK932a6o/s1600-h/JAE+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 22px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S08zNBl2FsI/AAAAAAAABLk/G-4iK932a6o/s320/JAE+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426612374863222466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a matter of may or may not, it's a matter of will or will not, everything is a choice, choose wisely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided, and I will not regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, life is about choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-2089078269390745016?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2089078269390745016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-matter-of-may-or-may-not-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2089078269390745016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2089078269390745016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-not-matter-of-may-or-may-not-its.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S08zNBl2FsI/AAAAAAAABLk/G-4iK932a6o/s72-c/JAE+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-5843627467625488189</id><published>2010-01-08T15:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:34:21.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.asdsingapore.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=blogcategory&amp;amp;id=20&amp;amp;Itemid=72"&gt;A Cry For Help&lt;/a&gt; on ASD and uncontrollably, I started to tear. I don't understand how and why mankind could be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandoning pooches on Christmas day by the roadside, breeding pooches for profits, what's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Indeed, people speak sometimes about the "animal" cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to animals, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;— Fyodor Dostoevsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr, cannot stand those muther fuggers la. Just cursing the shit out of them. !@#$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited TP's and SP's open house yesterday with SQ, YF and HJ. Those representatives explaining to us about their course should speak up lah. I could barely hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both goodie bags contain Nescafe ice coffee which is about to expire in a month's time. Those sponsor-ers damn kind sial. Anyway, I saw this cute guy @TP's vet booth. Heeh, love those brown eyes. &lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;♥ . ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Tampiness Mall for lunch. Settled our lunch at this Japanese food court. Their things cannot make it la, it's totally not value for money. Stingy serving portions. Tsk tsk tsk. I spent $7 on a stupid miserably and pathetically small piece of rice cake. It tasted horrid, he added too much cabbage and therefore resulting the cake to have cabbage taste. And it made me waited for 15 minutes okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0bo-ibJPVI/AAAAAAAABLU/OBOV0eU_i78/s1600-h/LGIM0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0bo-ibJPVI/AAAAAAAABLU/OBOV0eU_i78/s320/LGIM0144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424278962304531794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0bo9u829cI/AAAAAAAABK8/jPH_n5DdypU/s1600-h/LGIM0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0bo9u829cI/AAAAAAAABK8/jPH_n5DdypU/s320/LGIM0141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424278948487296450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks can be deceiving. Doesn't taste as good as it looks on pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0bo-Wg-PxI/AAAAAAAABLM/Iizf6SCryAk/s1600-h/LGIM0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0bo-Wg-PxI/AAAAAAAABLM/Iizf6SCryAk/s320/LGIM0143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424278959107751698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HJ, YF and SQ had this. Omelette rice with fried shrimps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0bo-Ed0GgI/AAAAAAAABLE/BQlUJXhoE9M/s1600-h/LGIM0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0bo-Ed0GgI/AAAAAAAABLE/BQlUJXhoE9M/s320/LGIM0142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424278954262665730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to try this mad cute thing next time ley, the sunny side up damn chio. But it doesn't come cheap.__. It's $8 ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The weather is mad hot and I feel like vomiting -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ya, I updated the 28th Dec post, check it out.&lt;br /&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/26037370-5843627467625488189?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5843627467625488189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-reading-cry-for-help-on-asd-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5843627467625488189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5843627467625488189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-reading-cry-for-help-on-asd-and.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0bo-ibJPVI/AAAAAAAABLU/OBOV0eU_i78/s72-c/LGIM0144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-3373900800130052121</id><published>2010-01-04T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:52:20.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uy0HNWto0UY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short film to share with you guys. Lazy to resize the video thingy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for speedy recovery for mom. Love ya.❥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's nice to see that you appreciate the small things in life too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-3373900800130052121?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3373900800130052121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/signs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3373900800130052121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3373900800130052121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/signs.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4260914042836774297</id><published>2010-01-03T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:15:36.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outing with korkor again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Lot 1 to satisfy our urge for pastas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 960 and then 190 and alighted at Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tugged my bro's shirt and held on to his arms while making our way through the crowd. God damn it. I can hardly breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sort of hunting for CNY clothings lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something caught my brother's eye and we went in the shop. And when he turned around, he saw his colleauge/friend. He gave us that classic look, I guess he mistook me as my brother's girlfriend? He's only 17 and he's smoking as if there's no tomorrow. Sigh, what is wrong with teenagers these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought strawberry iceblended and 3 sticks of chicken thingy for 'dinner'. Ahaha. Initially I wanted to buy my Chewy Junior-Cheese lover one lor, my brother say bo hua. Chew a few bites no more liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talking cause I'm kinda lazy. Though there's only like 3 picures la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0C8sMByoOI/AAAAAAAABK0/TDJj68lwkBk/s1600-h/LGIM0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422541418683080930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0C8sMByoOI/AAAAAAAABK0/TDJj68lwkBk/s320/LGIM0131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See my kor so chor lor, he make the cheese powder all over the table. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0C8r5FvnOI/AAAAAAAABKs/e9_jdg14jfs/s1600-h/LGIM0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422541413599386850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0C8r5FvnOI/AAAAAAAABKs/e9_jdg14jfs/s320/LGIM0130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creamy chicken! This seems to have dropped its standard. The cream sauce taste fairly diluted. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0C8rXa8C-I/AAAAAAAABKk/yxBGYiy1xKg/s1600-h/LGIM0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422541404561476578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0C8rXa8C-I/AAAAAAAABKk/yxBGYiy1xKg/s320/LGIM0129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dory fish baked rice. As compared to Swensens, the serving is considered STINGY! Their plate so shallow nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing before I go, I WANT TO COMPLAIN! Walau eh, I have to wake up 6AM in the morning to fetch my sister to school. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;  Oh horror horror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4260914042836774297?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4260914042836774297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/outing-with-korkor-again-d-went-lot-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4260914042836774297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4260914042836774297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/outing-with-korkor-again-d-went-lot-1.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0C8sMByoOI/AAAAAAAABK0/TDJj68lwkBk/s72-c/LGIM0131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4564821531823076729</id><published>2010-01-01T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:53:36.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE! IT'S 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something terrible happened to Kira(and me) on new year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell, she's not beside me sleeping in her basket now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot see her tearing up the cushion liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope those bastards treat her well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just couldn't bear to let her go, I mean seriously, though she's pretty naughty at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update about what actually happened soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SzzUasnqhiI/AAAAAAAABKc/j6PUO0moiew/s1600-h/Indexpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SzzUasnqhiI/AAAAAAAABKc/j6PUO0moiew/s320/Indexpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421441606566446626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/eEM4w7vPGyM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/eEM4w7vPGyM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this for sale on DS forum, I was rolling on floor laughing. It looks really&lt;span class="postbody"&gt; embarrassing. And it also freaking looks like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smex &lt;/span&gt;toy lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine something attaching to you while you do your business. Lazy owners, poor doggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/eEM4w7vPGyM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4564821531823076729?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4564821531823076729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4564821531823076729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4564821531823076729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2010/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SzzUasnqhiI/AAAAAAAABKc/j6PUO0moiew/s72-c/Indexpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4549877861383155835</id><published>2009-12-30T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:20:18.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kira got poor eyesight sia! She sat on the newspaper and pooped on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically I have nothing to blog about, so I decided to heed boi boi's suggestion and blog about my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out in late November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jimmy, I went for interview at Bishan and started working for Minitoons on 12th December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I thought it was a relaxing work. Effortlessly, I can earn quick bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager greeted me with a stern stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"I'm Jessie, your manager. From today onwards you will be part of us and I'll guide you along."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh horror horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to 'pluck' candies that were sticking together one by one. Imagine 'plucking' 2KG worth of those can? Don't laugh, it's a rather tedious task okay. My hands were aching at the end of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jokingly told the manager I could train up my muscles in the meantime.__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After meeting Li Xiang, I thought the manager- Jessie was a pretty nice lady. Li Xiang = the real horror. She's just a pathetic worker and she's acting as if she's the boss. She orders each and everyone of us around. Raise her voice at us like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas season:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau, I only got a pair of hands. Imagine during the Christmas period can? Some customers damn irritating one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were entitled to free gift wrapping service since they are member. Clever them. They bought 20-30 over 80cents erasers and wanted to me wrap it up for them one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make 20-30 bloody paper bags just to wrap it up for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long queue. Lotsa' people did last minute Xmas shopping, and I'm freaking wrapping those presents up like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being impatient, got this bloody aunty yelled at me. Walao, she bought $50 worth of stuffs (big and small) at around 9.55PM and expect me to wrap it up by 10PM (cause Minitoons closes at 10PM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Aunty: "WALAU WRAP SO SLOW, I BOUGHT SO MANY THINGS U CANNOT HELP ME WRAP FIRST ARH?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Li Xiang came into the rescue. *Weehee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told the aunty off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Li Xiang: "If you want fast, I give you wrappers you go home wrap yourself. There are 5 customers in the queue and I don't think it's nice to cut queue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa, she's the best on that day can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to know 3 other ladies. Chek, Jaslyn and Catherina(if I'm not wrong). Unfortunately, Catherina left work soon after. She say she couldn't take the stress there and couldn't stand people ordering her around. Great move. One less buddy to kill time with. ):~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslyn always come and disturb me when she's having off day.___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chek is a Filipino. Fairly nice lady and offers to help me out when she sees that I'm busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working for barely 3 weeks. Can't believe time passes so fast, soon, we will be receiving our O levels results. Another&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Oh horror horror'&lt;/span&gt;.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Something inside this heart has died...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4549877861383155835?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4549877861383155835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/kira-got-poor-eyesight-sia-she-sat-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4549877861383155835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4549877861383155835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/kira-got-poor-eyesight-sia-she-sat-on.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-3016543975447015622</id><published>2009-12-28T11:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:32:02.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JIMMY, BILLY~ When you going out with me? D:D:D: Yes I've only got two friends, that's how pathetic I am. *Roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2009 is coming to an end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I must admit it's like the most happening year ever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before year 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew I could mug so hard for examinations, I always burn midnight oil the night before exams.&lt;br /&gt;No teacher ever remembers my name, some even called me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hui Li&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No teacher ever notices me, until my grades started dropping drastically.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what quality analysis(QA) was.&lt;br /&gt;Never had any private tuition teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best of 2009:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to hang out with pretty good friends at the staircase during recesses.&lt;br /&gt;My class remembers my birthday, literally.&lt;br /&gt;I started working for my own pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;I chat with people who I don't usually hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;I made new friends.&lt;br /&gt;Had unforgettable experiences with (lost) dogs, super epic and drama.&lt;br /&gt;Had my braces removed.&lt;br /&gt;Became very vain.&lt;br /&gt;Bought contact lenses behind my mom's back, and eventually got found out. -__-&lt;br /&gt;Changed my bed sheet to yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;UPDATED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, year 2009 wouldn't be great without great people, great friends. Names not in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shu Qin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFFs for 4 years already. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;I love going out shopping with you MOST,&lt;br /&gt;though I'm always late for meetups,&lt;br /&gt;you are always very patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;I still have you Secondary 1 photos and you looked so cute back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yue Feng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall and fair girl.&lt;br /&gt;Quite pretty also :D&lt;br /&gt;Man, she's pretty smart too.&lt;br /&gt;Her prelims L1R5 was 11 ley!&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll see you on stage on the 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hwee Jie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunny lover!&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of your eyes okay? Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Green is your favourite colour.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to visit you during CNY to take ang pao and see your Fei Fei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yi Shan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smartest girl of 3A '08 4A '09!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how and when we started hiding at staircase during recesses.&lt;br /&gt;I remember you always bring your own bread to school,&lt;br /&gt;you better don't do that for recess when you go to JC kays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funsize! Hee, remember the nick behind your class tee.&lt;br /&gt;Love you without your braces.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kang Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very innocent and sweet looking girl.&lt;br /&gt;Sat beside me during class until the recent swine flu which separated all of us.&lt;br /&gt;We always talk during Mr Malek's class and kena caught. T_T&lt;br /&gt;Then was embarrassed infront of the whole class.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember I always copy your Physics work whenever I forgot to complete mine to avoid punishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know you for 2 years liao.&lt;br /&gt;Met you on bus 302 I guess?&lt;br /&gt;We took bus 302 to school almost everyday, remember?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the culprit to hai you kena detention with me everytime. xD&lt;br /&gt;There's once after night studies I saw you on cab with your friends and I jokingly said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wa, Berlyn so rich arh? Share cab with friends arh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without knowing the driver was your father.&lt;br /&gt;): Really leh, that incident I remember until now.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope that you can forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;P.S Your Socks damn fierce la,&lt;br /&gt;he growled at me when I came your house for group study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ming Hao BF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met you through Maple. I don't remember how actually. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;Called you BF there after and I became your 'GF'.&lt;br /&gt;And it literally meant best friend, not boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Coughs, those anonymous people arh, stalk my blog and gossip about the contents real life (bully my BF), I know who you are hor!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you can always be so cheerful and positive,&lt;br /&gt;and recently you became very naggy :3&lt;br /&gt;Heeh,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for entertaining me on MSN without fail everyday.&lt;br /&gt;(well at least, almost everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ying Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you were kinda pek chek when you first taught me tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't even have my basics and I was very irritating. Heeh.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for bothering you over the MSN whenever I encounter with difficulties with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;I remember you always complain to me about how tough and sucky Uni life was.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm always listening and laughing,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what kind of advice I can offer.&lt;br /&gt;Though you were paid to teach me tuition,&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless I'm still VERY grateful that you helped to improve on my both E-Maths and A-Maths grades.&lt;br /&gt;That was really impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boi boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy was sort of cursing you when you refused to teach me at her rates,&lt;br /&gt;and kept complaining you very expensive sial. Heeh.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I added you on Facebook almost immediately after the first lesson is because I wanted to be a KPO and know more about your private life.&lt;br /&gt;And coincidentally,&lt;br /&gt;you know Ying Hui and I always tease you with her.&lt;br /&gt;(but I will never tease her with you.)&lt;br /&gt;I remember you once said I look very weird without spectacles and I was VERY offended!&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why you called my giraffe a platypus,&lt;br /&gt;and you like to touch(more of molest) her a lot. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kerby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met you at coolie map in Maple 3-4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;For no reasons,&lt;br /&gt;We started to call each other Cheeky.&lt;br /&gt;And you became my maple boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Then my real life friend.&lt;br /&gt;Got married and you quitted Maple. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I even requested Fernz to paint a picture of us and paid a god damn it 5 million mesos for it.&lt;br /&gt;Back then mesos cost $2/mil okay?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if you still keep that picture!&lt;br /&gt;You better be! For my account was hacked because of you.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, am still grateful to you for helping me to train my account at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0cHX170cWI/AAAAAAAABLc/TFsmbV_XCVA/s1600-h/woofgalrequest.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0cHX170cWI/AAAAAAAABLc/TFsmbV_XCVA/s320/woofgalrequest.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424312382387417442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest Chemistry teacher ever.&lt;br /&gt;(You may be thinking 'I thought he is our only Chemistry teacher?'. You are wrong okay, I got two Chemistry teachers, one is my tutor the other one is him!)&lt;br /&gt;He never fails to write us encouraging postcards as motivation before examinations.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to each and everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;He also gave us pens and chocolates on Children's day,&lt;br /&gt;even though we are not children anymore.&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a lot of attention since I was the weakest student then,&lt;br /&gt;can tell he was really worried about my results.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever there's a slight improvement in my results,&lt;br /&gt;he will praise me and motivate me to strive for an A1.&lt;br /&gt;Aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs Ram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always say that I give those 'sad' look during your lessons.&lt;br /&gt;I always look like that and I hope you don't get offended lah. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed your lessons a lot.&lt;br /&gt;You even reassured me that I will not fall beyond a B3 for O levels humans,&lt;br /&gt;that is very encouraging!&lt;br /&gt;I know you spent a lot of time and effort on 4A,&lt;br /&gt;we will not let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Mike Teo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed quizzes,&lt;br /&gt;power naps.&lt;br /&gt;Heeh.&lt;br /&gt;Some called you the nipple guy.&lt;br /&gt;Damn hilarious,&lt;br /&gt;cause you always wear those dry fit tees,&lt;br /&gt;and we can see your nipple impressions on it.&lt;br /&gt;Best Mathematics teacher of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Though you are good,&lt;br /&gt;I still hate you lor.&lt;br /&gt;Hate you for doubting my A-maths abilities.&lt;br /&gt;I remember you asked me if I did the A-Maths june paper before when I scored 96/100 for it.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't know how disappointed I was. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New year resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I will put more effort in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;2)I will cut down my usage of vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I will be more patient with wols people.&lt;br /&gt;4)I will shed some fats.&lt;br /&gt;5)I will cut my nails more often.&lt;br /&gt;6)I will cut down on shopping expenses.&lt;br /&gt;7)I will improve on my English standard.&lt;br /&gt;8)I will not squeeze my pimples with my hands.&lt;br /&gt;9)I will not starve myself to save money.&lt;br /&gt;10)I hope to see tags from people who come to my blog but not leaving a single comment. A simple tag like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hi'&lt;/span&gt; will definitely make my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-3016543975447015622?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3016543975447015622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/jimmy-billy-when-you-going-out-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3016543975447015622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3016543975447015622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/jimmy-billy-when-you-going-out-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/S0cHX170cWI/AAAAAAAABLc/TFsmbV_XCVA/s72-c/woofgalrequest.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4840549254674611939</id><published>2009-12-25T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:21:39.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I'm sort of late, but still, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MERRY XMAS TO ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SzTmHTHGIiI/AAAAAAAABKU/cXGnC1w4_-w/s1600-h/_1244521866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SzTmHTHGIiI/AAAAAAAABKU/cXGnC1w4_-w/s320/_1244521866.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419209264697057826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie at Cathay Cineleisure! Watched Alvin &amp;amp; The Chipmunks 2. Pretty good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round there's the female version of chipmunks- chipettes. Super cute and chio, especially the small and fat one. Ahaha. They have pretty neat teeth. I likezx. Super tiny and white, like that of Kira's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee. Took 175 to Bugis and window shopped. Was getting Christmas presents for people. Nothing fancy me after twirling round Bugis street for 3 times. Gosh. I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramel popcorn + coke = OMG LOVED. Ahahaha. Eat the popcorn till damn full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later = Christmas dinner. Had two slices of pizzas and one slice of Swensens ice cream log cake. The chocolate ice cream inside is superb lahs! It's like sort of covered with a layer of chocolate fudge and topped with mini marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic: Psstt, Kerby don't say I not thankful/grateful or anything okay? I'm in love that present you gave me. Ahahaha. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4840549254674611939?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4840549254674611939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-at-cathay-cineleisure-watched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4840549254674611939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4840549254674611939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-at-cathay-cineleisure-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SzTmHTHGIiI/AAAAAAAABKU/cXGnC1w4_-w/s72-c/_1244521866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-7738784801226342504</id><published>2009-12-16T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:57:10.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jimmy's going to Korea tonight. And for more than a week. T_T Everybody's going overseas, some Korea, some China and  some Malaysia (well at least it's still overseas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not even been to Sentosa this December holidays can? Stuck with hectic work schedule. No life.__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting pretty weird lately, I only go to sleep at around 2AM in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gives me goosebumps when Kira growls in the middle of the night, at the kitchen, or at the door. And she's freaking acting like a boy lately. She often will cling onto my leg and hump on it. -__- Gosh what is wrong with her. The best part is she has razor sharp nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was trying out Audition for the past 2 days. I cannot even complete the finishing move for the slowest song which ever existed. Each time I miss a move, I laughed so badly until I fell off from my chair.___. It's just freaking hilarious and I don't know why. My character have ugly short bob hairstyle. And she's not cute at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize Audition is a place for desperate guys to find girlfriend. So what was on news was actually true. Little girls getting into all sorts of troubles and stuff. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ta bo lek tahan&lt;/span&gt;. Every room I enter, people(despo guys) ask if I'm attached. There's even some asking if I'm horny. Get a life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just being random, what's your definition of ugly? Is ugly being oversize or having acne? Would you still care for someone no matter how they looked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the attractive people will be those in pink of health and with good teeth + symmetrical features, also somebody who smiles a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say. So long people. I'm longing to go out with my friends. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss school.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I miss conducting Chemistry practicals.&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing Mathematics speed quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those power naps.&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing SBQs in class.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mr Malek's Kermit the hermit like funny voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is great. Gawd, I've never felt like this before back then when I completed my PSLE. Oh oh oh, god tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS FREAKING WRONG WITH MY PLAYLIST!@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-7738784801226342504?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7738784801226342504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/jimmys-going-to-korea-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7738784801226342504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7738784801226342504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/jimmys-going-to-korea-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-7780293192493943392</id><published>2009-12-12T11:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T10:19:16.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jimmy at 12.30PM, no 12.45PM actually. I was late because my clothes kena the hair oil. The freaking stain cannot go off. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took MRT to ION Orchard, Jimmy said Uniqlo was having a sale. Unfortunately, the sales items were out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went over to 313 Somerset to try our luck. Unfortunately the items were OOS too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strolled to Orchard Cineleisure and visited their pushcarts. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed over to one of the shop there to purchase candy.❤&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we took the train to Yishun(I almost type Yishan &gt;.&lt;) for my facial apt. Jimmy bought this finger food. She dropped part of the food on the floor and stained her dress. Initially I thought the food only kena the floor, until I saw her dress. I was laughing like mad.__.  Sorry. D:  I bought peach green tea. xD Jimmy said I shouldn't eat pearls because they will cause cancer.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wait me leh, wait I finish my bubble tea then continue walking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;: "Stop eating your pearls la, will cause cancer one leh, don't know how they make the pearls, so chewy and bouncy, sure add a lot of chemicals one, eat too much will tio cancer!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: "I thought pearls tapioca flour make de?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meh? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is pretty hard to locate as it is hidden around the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy waited for me for 2 hours. D: SORRY JIMMY. Haha. I did warned you about it. She was surfing the net to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this aunty rude sial, she criticize my Jimmy. D: Tried shutting her up. So mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, I had to strip and change into this weird and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh biang&lt;/span&gt; tube like robe. The lady in charge said there will be massaging so I had to change into that robe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massaging part was hilarious. Very itchy and unbearable, obviously I started giggling non-stop. My giggles were infectious, the lady started giggling too. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. Now I know why so many uncles and aunties like to sign up for facial and spa liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I flew somebody's airplane to eat with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Jimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;. :/ Sorry, I didn't mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window shopped at North Point and had our dinner there. Ate dinner at the Japanese Foodstreet. Somehow we ate western stuff there. Irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had dory fish spaghetti xD. I used like 4 pieces of tissues to clean my mouth while trying to finish up the dish. Lol, exaggerating. Blame it on the stupid tomato sauce lah, I prefer cream sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this Sesame Street performance. We stood there watching for like 10 minutes. Jimmy was waiting for the Elmo the appear. She took a video with her camera so she could show it to the little baby at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to CCK interchange and took the bus home. Upon reaching the interchange, a HSBC guy approached us and said that we look very matured. I was so offended D: In order to make myself feel better, I convinced myself that that guy was referring to Jimmy all along. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept walking and he followed. He ask for our age and ya da ya da. Fug you little boy. People look mature got wrong ah. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who give unnecessary comments about how me or my friends look. Gosh I'm so petty. D: Ahaha. But that's the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Walau, Kira kept licking my legs sia. Bath her liao she still lick. Feed her liao she still lick. Stroll her liao she still lick. Don't know what she want sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; T_T Jiu jiu wo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-7780293192493943392?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7780293192493943392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/10_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7780293192493943392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7780293192493943392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/10_12.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-7052968146993509282</id><published>2009-12-11T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:42:54.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7.12.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected my retainer at NDC and put it on. It looks funny on me and my mouth look extremely huge lah. Ahaha. Pretty uncomfortable when I speak with my retainers on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that two bloody dentures like thing cost my mommy 300++ bucks in total. =.= I think make dentures also cheaper loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother's birthday celebration @ Marina Square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/LGIM0081.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic sienz look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/07122009437.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken cutlet with mash potato and corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/07122009440.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salmon in cream pasta. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/07122009449.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazelnut cake topped with vanilla icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/07122009439.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring intently at his foodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/07122009436.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/07122009444.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied birthday boy.  HAHAHAHAH! He look so cute in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/07122009447.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, it's me with his corn.___. I'm his rubbish bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/LGIM0091.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/LGIM0095.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took darn a lot of his pictures on our way to MS. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/LGIM0096.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting beng. LOL. He's going for his dental apt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/LGIM0090-Copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Love you! I hope you enjoyed your birthday! :D MUACKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw he went to Toa Payoh later to catch Mulan with his friends. Heard it was a pretty nice show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-7052968146993509282?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/7052968146993509282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7052968146993509282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/7052968146993509282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/7.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/CHANGING%20APPETITE/th_LGIM0081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-497325357366126762</id><published>2009-12-11T20:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:06:30.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kira loves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belly rubs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kira loves to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chase (tennis) ball&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kira loves to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whimper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kira loves &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira loves to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stare at my hamsters. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira hates &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who is Kira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Drumrolls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SyJCf-NSkCI/AAAAAAAABKM/wQlkkA-gEwE/s1600-h/LGIM0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SyJCf-NSkCI/AAAAAAAABKM/wQlkkA-gEwE/s320/LGIM0100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413962819094876194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gosh look at my bro's leg hair. HAHA! Oppsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SyJCfsag3hI/AAAAAAAABKE/yLwYFllMjKs/s1600-h/LGIM0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SyJCfsag3hI/AAAAAAAABKE/yLwYFllMjKs/s320/LGIM0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413962814318501394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SyJCfXLaMcI/AAAAAAAABJ8/p-8aDTYjirc/s1600-h/LGIM0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SyJCfXLaMcI/AAAAAAAABJ8/p-8aDTYjirc/s320/LGIM0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413962808618004930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love this shot especially. Yes Imma sadist, I love huge sexy butts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SyJCe65lulI/AAAAAAAABJ0/OKdGTIR7qfA/s1600-h/LGIM0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SyJCe65lulI/AAAAAAAABJ0/OKdGTIR7qfA/s320/LGIM0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413962801027070546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sienz Kira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest addition to the family. x3&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/26037370-497325357366126762?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/497325357366126762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/kira-loves-belly-rubs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/497325357366126762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/497325357366126762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/kira-loves-belly-rubs.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SyJCf-NSkCI/AAAAAAAABKM/wQlkkA-gEwE/s72-c/LGIM0100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-5833766084422919818</id><published>2009-12-09T12:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:31:39.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movie marathon! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Sx80K89-77I/AAAAAAAABJs/4UuLagh00rk/s1600-h/couples_retreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Sx80K89-77I/AAAAAAAABJs/4UuLagh00rk/s320/couples_retreat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413102639892066226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couples retreat&lt;/span&gt; with Kerby and friends last week. Nice movie, though I find it a little too R(A). Lol. Especially the part when the 'yoga' teacher tried to correct the husband's position. I rated the movie 4/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an idiot simply because I am not familiar with anyone there. So, I acted like a mute that day.__. Speak less in case I offend people unknowingly mah. Hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Sx80Kq1AILI/AAAAAAAABJk/Rwey0WD0y_U/s1600-h/Twilight+New+Moon+teaser+movie+poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Sx80Kq1AILI/AAAAAAAABJk/Rwey0WD0y_U/s320/Twilight+New+Moon+teaser+movie+poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413102635022557362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Sx80KKpytcI/AAAAAAAABJc/1PdrBmae3do/s1600-h/taylor_lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Sx80KKpytcI/AAAAAAAABJc/1PdrBmae3do/s320/taylor_lautner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413102626385606082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND DON'T YOU FREAKING AGREE HE'S BETTER THAN EDWARD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight saga: New moon&lt;/span&gt; with boi boi. Until now, I still feel that the first movie was better. 2.5/5 for this movie, I mean hey at least it's still a pass okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dined at Ajisen Ramen (actually him only la, I watched him eat. Yes actually I'm a sadist in case you don't know). Somehow his cousin and girlfriend joined us for dinner. Damn awkward. -_- For the 2nd time, I acted like a mute again. How pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made a very gentleman move and initiated to sent me home after that. Hoho. Maybe he's afraid that I'll sort of post bad things about him on blog. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH accompanied me to attend my gift wrapping course at Eunos. I couldn't talk the whole journey as I was having my retainers on. So, lame-ly, we communicated via SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called the person in charge 3 times as we couldn't find the place and she sounded very pekcek. LOL, she was like sort of screaming at us. The best part is she couldn't even pronounce 'B' and 'D' correctly. Epic failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Sx80JuZZ6pI/AAAAAAAABJU/0zhzGN-5m3E/s1600-h/case39_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Sx80JuZZ6pI/AAAAAAAABJU/0zhzGN-5m3E/s320/case39_poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413102618800679570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case 39&lt;/span&gt; with MH BF! We planned to watch Mulan but unfortunately the movie starts pretty late, so we decided on Case 39 instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary movie, I took like 15 minutes to recover from the shock when the movie ended. No, really I'm not exaggerating! 4.5/5 stars for the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female lead has got seductive plump lips. LOL. And that little girl Lily is freaking scary.__. She's actually a male demon in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I passed the doggy germs to MH BF. Lol, the moment he got home he tio fever. D: Oh dear, drink more water and get well soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-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/26037370-5833766084422919818?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5833766084422919818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-marathon-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5833766084422919818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5833766084422919818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/movie-marathon-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Sx80K89-77I/AAAAAAAABJs/4UuLagh00rk/s72-c/couples_retreat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4405547588747942566</id><published>2009-12-07T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:47:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Scare me to death la, my doggy chionged at my escaped hamster. Now she is staring intently at the hamster cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major updates coming up, stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4405547588747942566?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4405547588747942566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/scare-me-to-death-la-my-doggy-chionged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4405547588747942566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4405547588747942566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/scare-me-to-death-la-my-doggy-chionged.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4257383492825616056</id><published>2009-12-04T11:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:07:29.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HWEE JIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't be seeing this though. Haha. I miss the times we used to hang out together as a clique. Somehow I drifted away from the clique. Maybe I'm too stressed up due to the upcoming O levels and started to skip recesses with Jimmy and Xenia. ): But it wasn't done intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a great friend to me and you will forever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUACKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4257383492825616056?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4257383492825616056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-hwee-jie-love-you-xoxo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4257383492825616056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4257383492825616056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-hwee-jie-love-you-xoxo.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-5533378678576906394</id><published>2009-12-04T11:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:47:06.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SxiFjashCxI/AAAAAAAABJE/3cPC4Gv6nCo/s1600-h/a-bad-dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SxiFjashCxI/AAAAAAAABJE/3cPC4Gv6nCo/s320/a-bad-dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411221795793603346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a terribly bad dream today morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of my O levels results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened in my dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels result day, I went to school to receive my results. I looked at my results slip and got a shock of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored a C5 for my English, and I didn't get any As for both my A-maths and E-maths. Oh horror horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my L1R5/L1R4 could only get me to PJC, RP and EJC. I don't know what the heck is EJC, new JC coming up perhaps? Enderson JC. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird right, results day straight away can know which school I can go to liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember walking home depressingly on verge of tears, others around me have huge smiles plastered on their faces (obviously happy to receive their good results lah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dreamt of Billy. She was complaining to me about her L1R5 results. She scored 31 points for her L1R5, and strangely, 1x points for her L1R4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I woke up, clearly shaken from that bad dream. The next moment, I was looking frantically for something, my results slip! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted for my sister and told her about my bad dream. She was half awake and went back to bed shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30AM, too early for anything. I went back to sleep and decided to fetch my sister to student care centre a little later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that short nap, I had another strange dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of going to the supermarket to buy fish fillet. Oh my god. I think it's due to me staring too much at the discount booklet la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The booklet got this discount coupon which says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fish fillet at $1! While stock last!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping for my fish fillet, I overnight at my aunt's house and slept with the fillet. I guess I'm very obsessed with fish fillet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SxiFj5HUbEI/AAAAAAAABJM/u8tVr9WHigs/s1600-h/dreamcatcher.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SxiFj5HUbEI/AAAAAAAABJM/u8tVr9WHigs/s320/dreamcatcher.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411221803959086146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a dream catcher. T_T Bleah, in New Moon, it says it doesn't work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I feel that I have not gotten out of that O levels mood and trauma yet. Oh my god, what is happening to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-5533378678576906394?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5533378678576906394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-terribly-bad-dream-today-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5533378678576906394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5533378678576906394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-had-terribly-bad-dream-today-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SxiFjashCxI/AAAAAAAABJE/3cPC4Gv6nCo/s72-c/a-bad-dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-5747916079075906407</id><published>2009-12-03T10:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:40:30.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outing at Marina Square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Changing Appetite @ MS with Jimmy and Billy. We took a train there and chatted about random stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why they must always joke about somebody and me. Grrr. Furthermore Jimmy and Billy went asking _____ a stupid question. They always bully me one lor. Hmph. Jimmy sent me some pictures earlier..Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The blogger uploader was SO LAG, I've decided to use photobucket for this post instead.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/IMG_0281.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thick cream mushroom soup. Ahaha! Billy said this looked like phlegm. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/IMG_0282.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dory fish wrapped in bacon. Jimmy and I ordered this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/IMG_0283.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added cheesy powder. Ahahhah. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/IMG_0284.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kept Billy waiting for more than 1/2 hour. I guess the restaurant really changed her appetite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/IMG_0285.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert! Weird tasting brownie with ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really regret though, just that the waiting time is far too overboard. It cost us $8.90 each with free flow of drinks. No service charge nor GST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b251/woofgal/IMG_0289.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Sxc_qwwPvxI/AAAAAAAABIs/6OvvwRg35a4/s1600-h/IMG_0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Sxc_qwwPvxI/AAAAAAAABIs/6OvvwRg35a4/s320/IMG_0290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410863481183256338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited DIVA and bought 3 friendship necklace. Weehehe! Berlyn's neon pink nails! Love it. She said she bought it from facebook, no I mean faceshop. LOL! She very cute sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went Sheng Siong to look for Kang Ling. She was wearing this darn cute Xmas hat and helping out at the cashier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy bought a drink and went to the counter to make payment. Shortly after, don't know what happened, the manager/supervisor was talking to Kang Ling. Jimmy kept saying she felt really sorry towards Kang Ling cause she thought that Kang Ling kena scolding because we said 'Hi' to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to MOS burger to look for Xenia. We couldn't recognize her sial. She looked so different with her braces off and with her uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Billy: "You guys still hiring ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Xenia: "Ya, want to join? Quite fun leh" *Smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Billy: "Pay how much wor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Xenia: "$3 per hour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Me: *Faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao, that's like underpaying can? Even MacDonalds pays higher. !@#$% Bully my Xenia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went NTUC&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; intentionally &lt;/span&gt;to 'buy drinks'. Ahahahahahaha. Somebody blushing like mad. *Opps*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-5747916079075906407?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/5747916079075906407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/outing-at-marina-square-went-changing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5747916079075906407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/5747916079075906407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/outing-at-marina-square-went-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Sxc_qwwPvxI/AAAAAAAABIs/6OvvwRg35a4/s72-c/IMG_0290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4452504565247144856</id><published>2009-12-01T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:38:21.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Post deleted-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall he's still my brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-4452504565247144856?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4452504565247144856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf-am-so-freaking-angry-and-didnt-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4452504565247144856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4452504565247144856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtf-am-so-freaking-angry-and-didnt-know.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-8865491465415019538</id><published>2009-11-29T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:16:28.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and ya one more thing, I'M TAKING OFF MY BRACES TOMORROW! Finally! :D:D:D  HAHAA. I'm being so random. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-8865491465415019538?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8865491465415019538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-ya-one-more-thing-im-taking-off-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8865491465415019538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8865491465415019538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-ya-one-more-thing-im-taking-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-2635423288818467774</id><published>2009-11-29T09:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:00:48.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww, somebody freaking said I look like China mixed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He approached me and asked me for my nationality. I guess he has low EQ and it's a pretty bad way to start-off making friends. Tsk tsk tsk. The best part is, he look more like China mixed. His name is Eugene. If anybody kena the same simliar approach please help me to bite his head off. HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored to death yesterday. I couldn't bring any electronic devices with me during work, which means I cannot sms anybody can? T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it's my first time working. Ahaha! 3 people sharing one pathetic small locker was bad. I couldn't even squeeze my bag into the locker? Oh please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the horror of eating dinner alone. ): I ate wanton noodles by the way. The char siew in it was so juicy! LOL! And it cost only like $3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smsed Berlyn during lunched but she didn't reply. She's working the same thing as me, but in different location. ): Got this botak army boy keep staring at me while I'm eating. Very retarded la, maybe because I'm like sitting directly infront of him. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting off for work in an hours time. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-2635423288818467774?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/2635423288818467774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/aww-somebody-freaking-said-i-look-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2635423288818467774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/2635423288818467774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/aww-somebody-freaking-said-i-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1919769916021743663</id><published>2009-11-24T11:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:52:07.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwtcRytAvpI/AAAAAAAABIU/7TJYoUTO9rU/s1600/paranormal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwtcRytAvpI/AAAAAAAABIU/7TJYoUTO9rU/s320/paranormal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407517238326509202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow MH and me went to catch Paranormal Activity @ Lido. The movie sucked totally. We spent like 6 bucks watching people sleeping while waiting for those paranormal events to occur. The movie ended so suddenly. And the ending was totally crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH ate popcorn for lunch and dinner. Imba. Coincidentally, we saw Laura and her friends. And the best part is they are catching the same movie as us. I think it's a bad thing. D: Lol. Laura has great fashion sense, I must admit. In fact, I think she look good in almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;22.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family day at NYJC. Was involved in games with Primary school kids. Super embarrassing cause I'm like the only overage kid there. Ker's house is directly opposite of the JC. Went to his house and slacked for awhile. His lao pa was at home eating prata with him. Lol. Mao mao is getting so aggressive. But still, he's simply irresistable. x3x3 Will upload pictures of him when my USB cable is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Swtf7L0mtAI/AAAAAAAABIc/eSDDtcTjewY/s1600/royce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Swtf7L0mtAI/AAAAAAAABIc/eSDDtcTjewY/s320/royce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407521247978763266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH bf bought me Royce's Nama chocolates. Weeeeheeeee. x3 Thanks bf. Lol, was totally caught in surprise. He bought bitter Nama. Great choice, for bitter chocolates can make me grow smarter. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He personally sent the chocolates to my house void deck seh, so sweet of him. Bet he's blushing while reading this now. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23.11.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwuSCjJuuUI/AAAAAAAABIk/-mwY6lvWbpM/s1600/LGIM0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwuSCjJuuUI/AAAAAAAABIk/-mwY6lvWbpM/s320/LGIM0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407576350081857858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's graduation night! Wasn't really looking forward to that day, as I was fretting over my makeup and hairstyle. Somehow my dress was VERY lose. My bra strap keep falling off. -.- Am actually considering if I should upload all the prom pictures on my blog. Some of us went home rather early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the selection of prom queen and king contest was crap. Needless to say, it's those few people up on stage again. Shall not elaborate on it futher. Ahaha. I like the host. He's very funny and has the ability to engage us all. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And LOL, to add on, MH bf made my day totally. He represented his class to enter the prom king contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Host: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"If you were to become a fruit, what fruit will you be?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Watermelon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Host: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MH:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Because I love BIG MELONS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Moves his hands infront of his chest in semi circle motion*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Host: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"You guys didn't see what he did towards the end right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; *Laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. SUPER RA. Didn't know MH loves dua neh bu. Tsk tsk tsk. I rolled on the floor and died laughing. TOTALLY WTF. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Somethings are best if you keep them to yourself. Be it intentionally or unintentionally, you are just plain mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-1919769916021743663?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1919769916021743663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1919769916021743663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1919769916021743663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/19.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwtcRytAvpI/AAAAAAAABIU/7TJYoUTO9rU/s72-c/paranormal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1196136416891890458</id><published>2009-11-20T12:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:37:10.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwYc0Gp59OI/AAAAAAAABIM/dGz3Z4rAs54/s1600/LGIM0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406040084170011874" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwYc0Gp59OI/AAAAAAAABIM/dGz3Z4rAs54/s320/LGIM0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;When things get real boring...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, just posting something randomly. Billy and Jimmy made this during Physics lessons (just before Physics O levels paper) using my eraser. Cute hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guys believe Swensens offers a diswasher post for like $4.50/hour? But I think Ming Hao is interested seh. xD Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more about yesterday if I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-1196136416891890458?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1196136416891890458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-things-get-real-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1196136416891890458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1196136416891890458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-things-get-real-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwYc0Gp59OI/AAAAAAAABIM/dGz3Z4rAs54/s72-c/LGIM0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-8185209128055281304</id><published>2009-11-18T00:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:48:48.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLRxXzLPJI/AAAAAAAABIE/9vjxMzjtskY/s1600/LGIM0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405113148930473106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLRxXzLPJI/AAAAAAAABIE/9vjxMzjtskY/s320/LGIM0033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saw this tank top at This Fashion the other day. Was laughing like crazy. POWER OF RAM. xD Maybe I should like get this for Mrs Ram as her birthday/teacher's day present or something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLRDLuJyfI/AAAAAAAABH8/KS4qM53NcrE/s1600/LGIM0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405112355414198770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLRDLuJyfI/AAAAAAAABH8/KS4qM53NcrE/s320/LGIM0044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breakfast for the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLKQkOVNQI/AAAAAAAABHU/Ms5o0nWXbx8/s1600/IMG_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405104888748520706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLKQkOVNQI/AAAAAAAABHU/Ms5o0nWXbx8/s320/IMG_0798.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;BFFs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLKRNbaLxI/AAAAAAAABHk/R3KcCP3VQH8/s1600/LGIM0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405104899809226514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLKRNbaLxI/AAAAAAAABHk/R3KcCP3VQH8/s320/LGIM0037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fox's body FTW! Enjoyed the show though I spent half of the time covering my eyes with my palms. Fox's hot! Especially those pouting lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea, I know some of you have been constantly+faithfully anticipating for updates on my blog eh? There goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 freaking days of shopping, this is what I got for myself, or rather for the upcoming prom night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of heels.&lt;br /&gt;A little black dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A pair of swollen feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe I actually visited Far East Plaza and Bugis so many times that I've lost count of how many? I'm still pretty confused of what to do to my hair and face. I don't want to do the makeup myself and be remembered the wrong way that night. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Jun Hua's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with her hair curler and straightener. Her sister comment that I look like **** with straight hair. Super duper hurt.): But well, I guess I shouldn't take it to heart, since she's only like 13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berlyn had Biology MCQ. She arrived a few hours later and we went to the nearby shop to make contact lens. XD Jun Hua made a pair too. $18 bucks BOOMZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha. Yes, I haven't got enough of Ris Low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took MRT to Far East Plaza and saw Marilyn with Bernice on the way. Window shopped and tried on a few prom dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shun Jie, Jastine and Emily joined us for dinner at Mogu Mogu. Feels kinda awkward since we seldom talk in class. I ordered the Seafood bowl. They serve nice steam eggs. Was wondering how they steam the eggs with styrofoam cups. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Jun Hua: "Eh, that one not &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;water egg&lt;/span&gt; meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow rather they keep teasing me with somebody loh. -.- It's not even the case. But at least now I know who had a crush on BILLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shun Jie couldn't take all that shopping and went eating. He claimed that he was hungry. You see, this is one of the reasons why you shouldn't ask a guy out for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Had breakfast at Yew Tee foodcourt with mummy and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ah mak's death anniversary. Dropped by Ah mak's house to burn incense paper for her. Had vegetarian lunch and head over to Bugis to find Berlyn, Yi Shan and Jun Hua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried wearing contact lens for the first time. Ahaha, fun experience. I was so freaked out when I took the lens out from the packaging. It was so soft and fragile. Macham jelly leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out to town with Berlyn, Yi Shan and Jun Hua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Etude House at ION Orchard. Shan and Ber super hilarious. They went on trying the eyeshadows. Shan tried the nail polishes on my nails. Lol. Love the colours but it cost like $11.80 for a small bottle. It's not really worth the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLKQ4rMExI/AAAAAAAABHc/g4_l2Q-S4A4/s1600/LGIM0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405104894238266130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLKQ4rMExI/AAAAAAAABHc/g4_l2Q-S4A4/s320/LGIM0039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty hor? And no, those reddish patches ain't rashes! They are colourings from incense paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we head back home, we bought heavily discounted sushis from cold storage. Exchanged sushis with each other on Berlyn's dad's car. xD The car super cool sial, got TV one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Ber to buy supper for her sisters at Long John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took MRT to Orchard with Ker Ker. Bought my heels at FEP. ^^ Chio seh, but not used to wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I get to watch Schindler's List and Harry Potter-Half Blood Prince. Ahahaha. Didn't really paid much attention to Harry Potter though. EMMA WATSON IS PRETTY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Out with Shu Qin. :D Took Bus to Vivo City. The french fries sausage($2.80) at basement is superb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this freaking chio faux leather black dress at ZARA. The price super chio also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can actually fit into their S size. Ahahahah. Self high. *Roll eyes* But &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people say I'm overweight sial. nevermind, I've got high self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLKRZJz0zI/AAAAAAAABHs/sY9bsNQ8Ks8/s1600/LGIM0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405104902956634930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLKRZJz0zI/AAAAAAAABHs/sY9bsNQ8Ks8/s320/LGIM0040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLKR7R5zDI/AAAAAAAABH0/lFVnatF10yk/s1600/LGIM0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405104912117386290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLKR7R5zDI/AAAAAAAABH0/lFVnatF10yk/s320/LGIM0041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought our prom dresses. Qin bought her dress at F21. I bought a dress from Love &amp;amp; Bravery. She bought her heels on the same day. And yes, we went FEP &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job hunting day! Went City Hall and took a form to work at Robinson. After careful deliberation, Qin and me decided not to take up the job. Super buay hua. Lunched at BreadTalk. LOL. Ended up going shopping at Bugis Junction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-8185209128055281304?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/8185209128055281304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/saw-this-tank-top-at-this-fashion-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8185209128055281304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/8185209128055281304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/saw-this-tank-top-at-this-fashion-other.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/SwLRxXzLPJI/AAAAAAAABIE/9vjxMzjtskY/s72-c/LGIM0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-3849188314783179929</id><published>2009-11-03T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T14:17:24.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I feel that god's playing a prank on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I feel that god's on my side. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't know why I could be so well the week before, and kena cough fever and flu on the very first week of O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this pretty bad feeling for my A Maths paper. Hopefully it ain't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up exceptionally early in the morning to finish up last bit of my History. Out of nowhere a huge wasp flew into my room to disturb me. !@#$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother didn't knew how to deal with it so ended up calling the police. Yes it was hilarious. But the police didn't know what to do either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commotion woke my brother up. I begged him to help me fetch my History notes from my room. Lol. He hesitated and agreed. Very quickly, he chiong into my room and rushed out with my notes. Hoho. Ended up studying in the living room instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last resort was to wake my neighbour up for help. He was an expert pest catcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a short nap before mugging for my Physics paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long ~&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/26037370-3849188314783179929?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/3849188314783179929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-i-feel-that-gods-playing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3849188314783179929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/3849188314783179929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-i-feel-that-gods-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-1367493835994473606</id><published>2009-10-25T08:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:49:35.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TOMORROW IS THE O LEVELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCITED! JIA YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY 3 MORE WEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG ARHHH!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CL- A2&lt;br /&gt;Phy/ Chem- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maths-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HCL- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will check back when O Levels results are released. See if I have reached my targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song dedication!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fill my little world&lt;/span&gt;. Love you people! MUAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a dream we went away&lt;br /&gt;Left this city for a day&lt;br /&gt;You took me southwards on a plane&lt;br /&gt;And showed me Spain or somewhere&lt;br /&gt;But in reality you're not so keen to show me anything&lt;br /&gt;And I thought you liked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, show some love, you aint so tough&lt;br /&gt;Come fill my little world right up, right up&lt;br /&gt;Someday you're going to realise&lt;br /&gt;(I want you)&lt;br /&gt;To fill my little world right up, right up, right up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so what you gonna do&lt;br /&gt;With all this stuff piling up, filling up and taking up&lt;br /&gt;You misunderstand me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was some evidence&lt;br /&gt;That you really like me&lt;br /&gt;(You really like me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, show some love, you aint so tough&lt;br /&gt;Come fill my little world right up, right up&lt;br /&gt;Someday you're going to realise&lt;br /&gt;(I want you)&lt;br /&gt;To fill my little world right up, right up, right up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's all too much&lt;br /&gt;How come we're so messed up&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not enough&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, show some love, you aint so tough&lt;br /&gt;Come fill my little world right up&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, show some love, you aint so tough&lt;br /&gt;Come fill my little world right up, right up&lt;br /&gt;Someday you're going to realise&lt;br /&gt;(I want you)&lt;br /&gt;To fill my little world right up, right up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, show some love, you aint so tough&lt;br /&gt;Come fill my little world right up, right up&lt;br /&gt;Someday you're going to realise&lt;br /&gt;That I'm passing you by&lt;br /&gt;So fill your little world right up, right up, right up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh&lt;br /&gt;Come on and show me you aint so tough&lt;/span&gt;&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/26037370-1367493835994473606?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/1367493835994473606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow-is-o-levels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1367493835994473606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/1367493835994473606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomorrow-is-o-levels.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-9197199072863612399</id><published>2009-10-12T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:13:04.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Picture credits to respective owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/StMrHqNbfuI/AAAAAAAABHM/gzG2SSubPAI/s1600-h/pink-pringles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391700589482311394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/StMrHqNbfuI/AAAAAAAABHM/gzG2SSubPAI/s320/pink-pringles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 days and counting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some pink Pringles! It's like the hot topic to blog about now since Pringles is like holding up some blogging contest? Every blog I visit, I see pink Pringles. WHERE DO I FIND IT AND WHERE CAN I GET IT? Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my HCL is showing some improvements. ZDL praise me infront of the whole class. *Blush blush* But seriously I think it's purely luck. Even those who failed prelim two passed with flying colours for this paper. If I'm really that good I'd be consistent in my results. Next week block period. Got to mug hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I've got so many undone A-Maths E-Maths papers. This morning, my brain like kena blocked. I took so long to complete a proving question. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know what's worth fighting for,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it's not worth dying for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does it take your breath away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you feel yourself suffocating?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does the pain weigh out the pride?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you look for a place to hide?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did someone break your heart inside?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're in ruins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26037370-9197199072863612399?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/9197199072863612399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/10/picture-credits-to-respective-owner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/9197199072863612399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/9197199072863612399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/10/picture-credits-to-respective-owner.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/StMrHqNbfuI/AAAAAAAABHM/gzG2SSubPAI/s72-c/pink-pringles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-4743996332504539948</id><published>2009-10-08T14:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:35:49.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Currently listening to: Battlefield by Jordin Sparks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-respect is a question of recognizing that anything worth having has a price. Save some respect for yourself, for godness sake. *roll eyes* Until now I still cannot believe you made such crude jokes la ok? I dare you to tell her that 'joke' you told me. Bloody, you better be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had terrible cramp this morning. Thus I've decided to give today SS paper a miss and prehaps take it another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics lessons was bad. I couldn't concentrate at all. Did section A within 20 minutes and stared into space blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why that sad + grumpy face, Li Hui?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 people asked me the same question today. Do I look really grumpy? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really got to thank Jun Hua today. *Winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, anyway I dreamt of Kim Bum this morning. He was fixing my braces. Lul, what a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Ss2Qc_4WGvI/AAAAAAAABHE/HO1Kt4p6Uz4/s1600-h/bof_kimbum1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390123156890852082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Ss2Qc_4WGvI/AAAAAAAABHE/HO1Kt4p6Uz4/s320/bof_kimbum1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such an cute ass right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couting down and only 18 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't wanna fall for it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I never meant to start a war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You know I never wanna hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't even know what we're fighting for..&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/26037370-4743996332504539948?l=woofgal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/feeds/4743996332504539948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/10/currently-listening-to-battlefield-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4743996332504539948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26037370/posts/default/4743996332504539948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woofgal.blogspot.com/2009/10/currently-listening-to-battlefield-by.html' title=''/><author><name>doudou's ma</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P1dSJMA4mj0/Ss2Qc_4WGvI/AAAAAAAABHE/HO1Kt4p6Uz4/s72-c/bof_kimbum1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26037370.post-7492742574336984727</id><published>2009-10-04T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:55:58.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Escaped from parent teacher meeting this time round. My father took leave for nothing =.= He ended up working. Working as in doing house work. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking printer wasted my whole day...PISSED OFF! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbye, no time to blog so much. 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