<?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-8185194963186027393</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:17:21.529+08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='koyok'/><category term='MRT'/><category term='chocolates'/><category term='bras'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='events'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='exam period'/><category term='tuition'/><category term='baking'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='emo'/><category term='AB213'/><category term='tv'/><category term='cooking adventures'/><category term='london bridge'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='braces'/><category term='deyi'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='cars'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='table'/><category term='project runway'/><category term='BAF'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='guys'/><category term='filing'/><category term='going out'/><category term='bitch.'/><category term='war zone'/><category term='rants.'/><category term='album'/><category term='milk'/><category term='interview'/><category term='baking.'/><category term='buffet'/><category term='besties'/><category term='view'/><category term='quirkology'/><category term='reality tv shows'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='fling'/><category term='it shouldn&apos;t be here'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Primary 6 maths'/><category term='bakerzin'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='PA'/><category term='myspace secrets'/><category term='juniors'/><category term='media'/><category term='SMU'/><category term='education'/><category term='old blog'/><category term='songs'/><category term='Lost'/><category term='deviantart'/><category term='random.'/><category term='bimbotic moments.'/><category term='career directions'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='memories'/><category term='msn'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='services'/><category term='britney'/><category term='lappy'/><category term='interesting fact'/><category term='little problem'/><category term='meepok post'/><category term='lower-income group'/><category term='celebrity apprentice'/><category term='presentations'/><category term='friends'/><category term='s'/><category term='muffins'/><category term='housewife-y.'/><category term='ktv'/><category term='studying habit'/><category term='sampat'/><category term='random'/><category term='the other me here'/><category term='91.3'/><category term='council board'/><category term='ANTM'/><category term='fyp'/><category term='parents'/><category term='this is me'/><category term='working style'/><category term='plurk'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='social media'/><category term='birthday wishes'/><category term='NTU'/><title type='text'>the sociable anti-social(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>263</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-438193591176894752</id><published>2009-07-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:02:29.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; ...I personally am very thankful to be able to go through interview on campus because it really saved me the hassle and a lot of waiting / procedures. This means a lot to me given that I was having my exams. Reply was fast and the date of interview was given almost immediately...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-438193591176894752?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/438193591176894752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=438193591176894752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/438193591176894752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/438193591176894752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-934038214637633395</id><published>2008-07-19T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T15:46:17.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey folks, i may be moving to wordpress.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evil people from Plurksville have convinced me over the past week that it is superior to Blogger. so i am trying it out for now (you know, i love you guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new address is - http://leeminencegrise.wordpress.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my posts from here has been imported and transported over so yups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;le eminence grise. that's what i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-934038214637633395?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/934038214637633395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=934038214637633395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/934038214637633395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/934038214637633395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-folks-i-may-be-moving-to-wordpress.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-9221584517484080185</id><published>2008-07-16T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:19.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>About....*shrugs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am just blogging for myself this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I got so pissed with my brother's comment over my appetite that I yelled at him. He said some really stuff but in short, he said that I am just making it up to gain my parents' attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pissed and hurt that I just told him that I wish he will have the same problem as me so that he will know how awful it actually feels. That it's not just an act. And, well. The brother went mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started hitting me again. Nothing new eh. My mum had to hug me and shield me from him. But even then, he keep hitting. Sometimes, missing me and hitting my mum instead. Even though my mum shielded me, she still blame me. She said I shouldn't have provoked my brother*sigh* What's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at times like this that I just want to drop dead. When horrible thoughts crawl into my head. I just want to crawl into bed and sleep. To not give a damn. And to not pretend that I am okay. But, I can't, can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the scars from where my brother grabbed me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SH4X9E4GFZI/AAAAAAAABjE/9aVlIOcnbiw/s1600-h/P1080158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SH4X9E4GFZI/AAAAAAAABjE/9aVlIOcnbiw/s320/P1080158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223638955844834706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holes/punctures created by his nails. I had to leave the house with plasters all over the arm. Yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to the doctor, but the appetite is not getting better. And now, I think I have an ear infection. BEH! I am tired. So tired this week.&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/8185194963186027393-9221584517484080185?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/9221584517484080185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=9221584517484080185&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/9221584517484080185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/9221584517484080185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/aboutshrugs.html' title='About....*shrugs*'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SH4X9E4GFZI/AAAAAAAABjE/9aVlIOcnbiw/s72-c/P1080158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-3332818348489821695</id><published>2008-07-15T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:19.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Prata Date.</title><content type='html'>One of the Fridays (4th July), some of us met up for Prata at The Prata House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, the prata there is not fantabulous. But...but...I don't know. I guess we just like it there? Especially since it's middle distance to all our house (except for bestie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is PACKED! And it was so noisy! We tried to have one united conversation but! Saran can't hear me from his end and I can't hear him at my end that we just gave up and had 2 separate conversation with Juan (sitting in the middle) switching channels once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice enough gathering(: It was the first time in 1.5weeks that I actually feel hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are the pictures (Saran finally sent it to me!) -&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHbKIkOd1bI/AAAAAAAABic/G4w85aFKx4g/s1600-h/prata1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHbKIkOd1bI/AAAAAAAABic/G4w85aFKx4g/s320/prata1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221583066494784946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(L-R): me, bestie, sivan, saran, kelvin, joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHbKzCoC9cI/AAAAAAAABik/Cve_bs3K-Yc/s1600-h/prata2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHbKzCoC9cI/AAAAAAAABik/Cve_bs3K-Yc/s320/prata2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221583796209644994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(L-R): bestie, sivan, saran, juan, kelvin, joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHbLIgzB1nI/AAAAAAAABis/FWPfXZt3Y2w/s1600-h/prata3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHbLIgzB1nI/AAAAAAAABis/FWPfXZt3Y2w/s320/prata3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221584165086025330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the girls(:&lt;br /&gt;(taken by Saran. Please don't tell anyone he's the President of Photography!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yups(: It was a nice ending to an otherwise dull week! Meeting up with them are always nice and wonky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-3332818348489821695?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/3332818348489821695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=3332818348489821695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3332818348489821695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3332818348489821695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/prata-date.html' title='The Prata Date.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHbKIkOd1bI/AAAAAAAABic/G4w85aFKx4g/s72-c/prata1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1069835955801064578</id><published>2008-07-14T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:39:25.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 200px; line-height: 1px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/personality_portrait.swf" flashvars="clickstream=322090c422e889be3479d20e97f2e171" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="389" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youniverse.com/personality/feedback/322090c422e889be3479d20e97f2e171" style="padding: 0; margin: 0; width: 200px; height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none !important; padding: 0; margin: 0;" border="0" src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/bottom_links_tall_top.gif" alt="Youniverse Personality Test" width="200" height="21" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youniverse.com/personality/" style="padding: 0; margin: 0;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none !important; padding: 0; margin: 0;" border="0" src="http://widgets.youniverse.com/bottom_links_tall_bottom.gif" alt="Youniverse Personality Test" width="200" height="36" /&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/8185194963186027393-1069835955801064578?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1069835955801064578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1069835955801064578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1069835955801064578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1069835955801064578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/youniverse-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-8064055523124487479</id><published>2008-07-14T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:20.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fling'/><title type='text'>About flings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHsSf23ruNI/AAAAAAAABi8/UA2dnwOuxQ8/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHsSf23ruNI/AAAAAAAABi8/UA2dnwOuxQ8/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222788531380533458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This entry has been delayed for one too many times. Heh. Procrastination anyone? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know some of you are going to judge after reading what I am going to say or write but do I care? No. You choose to read it so you handle the consequence *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flings. One night stand. Booty calls. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's wrong to have flings. Because just like any other things, as long as you know what you are doing and you don't regret later, then it's okay. I mean, what is the difference between doing it with the boyfriend and doing with anyone else? It's just the stupid name/labels! It's the same. At the end of the day, you are still not married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my funny world, there's 2 types of flings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 1: The Once-Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type is the typical one night stand. They see someone in the club/pub/wherever that tickles their fancy, have their fun and then it's so-long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will never see each other again. Easy-peasy-breezey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, "We have our fun. Let's leave each other alone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Type 2: The "Friends-with-Benefit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little tricky. It kinda break the rule of, "Don't shit where you eat". Unlike Type 1, there can be repeats for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't necessary have to be friend-friends. But they are on each other MSN list and have a few common friends/acquaintance. The occasional chat online (both clean and dirty) and the once in a blue moon fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They function normally and civilly with/towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this takes a certain degree of maturity to "do". If not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like...Come on lah! We had our fun, so move on! Let's go back to being friends! It's really immature for you to purposely ignore me. What?! Are you scared that I will spill the beans? And tell people? What/Who do you think I am? Dumb? Idiot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you think all the ignoring will go un-notice? That you are doing it tactfully? People are starting to notice, buddy! How does that reflect on/about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake, GROW UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess this abuse will have an advantage in the future/the next time they meet up.*poof* Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's provided there will be a next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoherent. Blame it on the TV.&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/8185194963186027393-8064055523124487479?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8064055523124487479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=8064055523124487479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8064055523124487479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8064055523124487479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-flings.html' title='About flings.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHsSf23ruNI/AAAAAAAABi8/UA2dnwOuxQ8/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5145505677308417575</id><published>2008-07-13T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:11:43.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop.</title><content type='html'>my appetite has not been good. i feel hungry once a day and that's about it? one meal per day would probably be enough. and i don't necessary eat at meal times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have been forcing myself to eat at every meal time. even though it might mean that i will feel like puking afterwards. you know how you feel when you are stuffed to the point where you want to puke? that's how i feel. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the family don't get it. yesterday, throughout the 8 course meal, they keep nagging me and nagging me. can you imagine having 5 people nagging at you throughout a 1.5 hour meal? non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Sunday is spoilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-5145505677308417575?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5145505677308417575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5145505677308417575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5145505677308417575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5145505677308417575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/stop.html' title='stop.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5237185557793350968</id><published>2008-07-13T05:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T05:29:04.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plurk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Saturday(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a nice Saturday. When Friday rolled about, I thought this was just going to be another Saturday with me lazing around at home. But nopes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news on Friday! Braces gone! Pictures up soon! Had a dental appointment today as well. Kind of sad to say bye to my dentist who is ever so nice and brotherly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met up with cyn and mabel. Walked around Ang Mo Kio looking for cyn's perfect bed! Tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the sister called and we went to Tao's for dinner. 8 course dinner! *faints* But, they have the most excellent service! Post up soon (i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then! Ling messaged me and asked if I wanted to chill tonight. Since I was in shorts and slippers, we couldn't go to a pub or club. So we went to Pitstop with the guys. After that, we drifted from Pitstop to Starbucks to McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun talking to them(: We should have more nights like this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost did something I shouldn't. Bestie is going to be so disappointed (?). But, I've gone from being tempted to being irritated. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks @Janelle for listening to me rant on Plurk (:&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/8185194963186027393-5237185557793350968?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5237185557793350968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5237185557793350968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5237185557793350968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5237185557793350968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday.html' title='Saturday(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7048823938140760578</id><published>2008-07-12T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:20.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besties'/><title type='text'>lovelove(:</title><content type='html'>Right after my braces were removed, I sms-ed bestie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she replied, "Woah! Can't wait to see our pretty gurl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so loved right then and there! (: I think it's because of the word "our" (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I love my bestie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHkjDsLt6yI/AAAAAAAABi0/X9k_FI-Gb5I/s1600-h/SP_A1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHkjDsLt6yI/AAAAAAAABi0/X9k_FI-Gb5I/s320/SP_A1755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222243789219687202" 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/8185194963186027393-7048823938140760578?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7048823938140760578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7048823938140760578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7048823938140760578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7048823938140760578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/lovelove.html' title='lovelove(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHkjDsLt6yI/AAAAAAAABi0/X9k_FI-Gb5I/s72-c/SP_A1755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7039745898826615467</id><published>2008-07-11T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:20.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plurk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>About common sense manners on social network.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHMZf2IPqyI/AAAAAAAABf0/zj27pvDXNZs/s1600-h/Outcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHMZf2IPqyI/AAAAAAAABf0/zj27pvDXNZs/s320/Outcast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220544427949271842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know how in real life, you can just choose to avoid someone you don't really like without appearing rude/mean and the likes? You can choose to tell some people some stuff and the other "group" will have no clue? You can be exclusive AND not be rude? You can ignore a person's comment in a group discussion and go un-noticed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's not just because you can. But you actually restrict yourself or you have some common sense/manners/considerations in real life. So why can't we carry that over to social networks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an exclusive list or cliques, do not go around announcing that you have revised your little list and that you will be using that list more often. It's just &lt;s&gt;rude&lt;/s&gt; insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's almost like you are saying, "Hahaha. You are not in the list. Not in my list. Nanny nanny poo poo!". I'm sorry, but seriously, that's the image that pops up in my head every time I see such a thing happening. And that image comes with butt shaking and tongue dangling out of mouth. Cute t-shirt and shorts sold separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand (but don't really agree) the need to have cliques and segregate your friends in social networks. So, just do it quietly and *pause and thinks* you know, "talk" to these people. You don't have to announce it to the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, you don't go around telling people that you have told Group A certain stuff and that you are not going to tell them, right? Right? *suspicious eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the thing about ignoring comments. Let's say you have posted something really interesting and then it generates quite a bit of discussion. Some comments are really interesting and then there's those that are really DUH! But need some replying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is in real life, you can just *pause* I don't know, smile and laugh at the person's comment and just let it pass. But if it's on things like blogs/plurk/Facebook, there's no way you can just let it pass. Especially since you are/will be replying all the other comments. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it will be rude to just ignore the comment and the poor guy will be highlighted! People will be reading the discussion and then they will go, "Eh! XX didn't reply this person's comment. This person must be pathetic/clingy to XX/whatnot." Basically, it will look like you are blocking off that person. Like how Cynthia blocked Renu, Sivan's friend and me in the photo (I had to leech onto her to make the photo look continuous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHMuPBdXuGI/AAAAAAAABf8/kRssdtvA1Mo/s1600-h/sivan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHMuPBdXuGI/AAAAAAAABf8/kRssdtvA1Mo/s320/sivan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220567228677077090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ANYWAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. If you ignore the person, the person may &lt;s&gt;not&lt;/s&gt; be discouraged from commenting on your stuff in the future. That's not good, right? Because you never know! Someday, somehow, this person might just leave a comment that will enlighten you or enhance your stand or..you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, unless you have the intention to make the person look/feel bad, I suggest that you make some sort of reply. Be it a simple, "haha" or a Q&amp;amp;A classic, "I'll keep that in mind". Whatever! Just you know reply something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing! Remember how I say sometimes &lt;a href="http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/sm-is-like-high-school.html"&gt; social media can be like high school&lt;/a&gt; ? Well, there's another way of putting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how some kids in school will only answer/be active in some teachers class? Always the first to raise their hands? And how people like to call them teacher's pets/bootlickers and all sort of nasty names?Well, THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a person &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; answers or comment on certain people's post (even though it's not something with discussion value), isn't he/she a "teacher's pet"? Eager to show that they are in the "in" crowd (whoo..sensitive word here) and that they are special, yada yada yada yada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, that's my 2-cents worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that even though you may not see people around you in social networks, it does not mean that they are not around. And hence, you have to be CIVIL to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote this a few days ago. But now I'm just feeling a little jaded and tired of &lt;s&gt;Plurk&lt;/s&gt; social networks. It's like everyone already knows everyone from somewhere else. So it's just hard? And with all the "high school" stuff, it's just tiring? Oh wells. Don't mind me. Just tired and grumpy and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in need of a hug.&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/8185194963186027393-7039745898826615467?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7039745898826615467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7039745898826615467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7039745898826615467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7039745898826615467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-common-sense-manners-on-social.html' title='About &lt;s&gt;common sense&lt;/s&gt; manners on social network.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHMZf2IPqyI/AAAAAAAABf0/zj27pvDXNZs/s72-c/Outcast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-2974295059662093219</id><published>2008-07-11T00:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:20.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Wanted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHYz3w1_vTI/AAAAAAAABiU/QMKkeyLKVjo/s1600-h/wantednyccposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHYz3w1_vTI/AAAAAAAABiU/QMKkeyLKVjo/s320/wantednyccposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221417851079867698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I was wow-ed over by the trailer. The scene where Angelina Jolie drove the red sports car, swerved and *boom* the guy is in the car! Wow-wee! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after a little bugging and stuff, Sivan, Saran and I caught the movie &lt;s&gt;today&lt;/s&gt; yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was turned off right from the start. Too much blood (like seriously?! how can a person bleed so much?!) and too unrealistic. For the first half of the show, it feels like some modern-slasher movie. Instead of knives, there's guns and those sort of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline is pretty crap. Fate?! Hello? The only time a movie can use the word, "fate" and not sound lame is if the person who says it is psychotic or if the movie is about some weird cult. Then again, the people in the weird cult are probably psychotic. So, yeah. Fate is only for psychos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but! I love the twist in the movie! After that, the show kind of got better. Except for the exploding rats part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And! I love it when they showed the curved bullets in slow motion. Pwweeetty! Is it possible to make bullets curl in real life? *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take back all the things I've said about Angelina Jolie! She's HOT! The way she smirks and holds a gun is like *fans self* HOT!  I think the movie would have been really been without her. She's like the STAR of the show. Angelina Jolie! YOU'RE MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs and regain composure* So yes, overall, I'll give the movie 2.5 popcorn out of 5. Watch only if you have nothing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: This show is a bad influence! After the show, my sentences are littered with the F-word, shit and stuff like mother of all gastric pain-.- And it makes me want to pick a fight!&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/8185194963186027393-2974295059662093219?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/2974295059662093219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=2974295059662093219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2974295059662093219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2974295059662093219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/wanted.html' title='Wanted.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHYz3w1_vTI/AAAAAAAABiU/QMKkeyLKVjo/s72-c/wantednyccposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5250244177695226057</id><published>2008-07-09T13:00:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T09:27:27.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the other me here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>So this is goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been on myspace for about 4 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things happened there. It was a place that I can blog freely because readers of my blogs either don't know me or live far away from Singapore. I can say I'm horny without being judged (it took me 3 times before I typed that out). I can bitch freely there. And more importantly, I can be wild there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "first" time I met someone from online was a "friend" from myspace. This person was then given the label of "banana ass" and condemned by my friends and later on, by me. Fuck man. You think you are very charming ah? Toying with someone's feelings like that?! You are just a short, insecure guy. BAH. *breathes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident, I swore not to meet anyone online anymore. But then I got to know another guy. No, history did not repeat itself. CHOY! It was pure fun this time. Not in a realtionship kind of way. CHOY! However fun it was *grins*, that was short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 4 months since I last logged in to myspace. I went in today, looked through my pictures and blog. It felt so surreal. What I wrote is still true. The pictures I took and posted there serves to remind me that I am not just a goody goody. I am not some plain jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel that, I should stop with this separating of my personality and just blog. Blog freely here. Post pictures freely here. Then maybe, it won't be so hard on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to transfer the posts out from myspace, save the pictures and then, I am going to close that account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is goodbye.&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/8185194963186027393-5250244177695226057?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5250244177695226057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5250244177695226057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5250244177695226057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5250244177695226057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-this-is-goodbye.html' title='So this is goodbye.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-3637906287035783004</id><published>2008-07-09T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:06:02.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little jaded today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have known. When the father unit was talking to me today, I just ignored him, gulfed down breakfast and ran back to my room to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling anti-social perhaps? Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in a lousy mood. Jaded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-3637906287035783004?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/3637906287035783004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=3637906287035783004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3637906287035783004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3637906287035783004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-2976397335832163918</id><published>2008-07-08T20:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:29:08.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><title type='text'>Flah-Phat-Urgh-Grr-Bah!</title><content type='html'>(saved as draft)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-2976397335832163918?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/2976397335832163918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=2976397335832163918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2976397335832163918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2976397335832163918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/flah-phat-urgh-grr-bah.html' title='Flah-Phat-Urgh-Grr-Bah!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1616639289188182648</id><published>2008-07-08T09:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:22.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Get ready for a tsunami of post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Working is seriously bad for the health of my blog. Not that anyone is actually following it. But you know, just for the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As no life as this sounds (but then, I never said that I have a life), I go home everyday after work. Except for tuition and dental appointments. And the occasional movie with the newly formed movie clique, k-box with the JC guys and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, considering that &lt;s&gt;70%&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;80%&lt;/s&gt; 85% of my friends are attached, I am already making the best of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I reach home, I will plonk in front of the huge ass (or some say) TV and fall asleep before the first commercial comes round. Then it will be dinner, bath-time and then back into my very messy and neglected room. Where I will switch on my laptop, check Plurk/emails/blogs, decide that I will have a little lie-down and then conk out for the rest of night. Waking up for 5 mins to have my glass of milk, brush my teeth and read about a page of whatever book I am reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, I have so many thoughts in my head that they are all clogged now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHLKja-7yvI/AAAAAAAABfk/p5oRlsPZlDk/s1600-h/neglected_thoughts__by_starlight716n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHLKja-7yvI/AAAAAAAABfk/p5oRlsPZlDk/s320/neglected_thoughts__by_starlight716n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220457627963345650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some are gone. Some are stuck but ideas/witty quotes removed from them. So, today, I will do some rescuing and then space the post out over the day(s) or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible posts: On definition of short, on booty calls, on tax evasion, on ERPs, on things people do in relationships and on stalky guys from PA IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say, I am not in the top-of-the-world mood today. BEWARE for sarcastic/mopey post and reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense okays?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHLM5J9ixoI/AAAAAAAABfs/dZqrDfO7qKY/s1600-h/writer__s_dillema_by_ladyorheal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHLM5J9ixoI/AAAAAAAABfs/dZqrDfO7qKY/s320/writer__s_dillema_by_ladyorheal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220460200374486658" 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/8185194963186027393-1616639289188182648?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1616639289188182648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1616639289188182648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1616639289188182648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1616639289188182648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-ready-for-tsunami-of-post.html' title='Get ready for a tsunami of post!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SHLKja-7yvI/AAAAAAAABfk/p5oRlsPZlDk/s72-c/neglected_thoughts__by_starlight716n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-8251586711194881407</id><published>2008-07-08T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:37:19.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not trying to dig shit here but I have witnesses *coughs*high*coughs* school behavior again. Ahh wells *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent my very precious sleeping time reading a book with a good twist but a crappy build-up and ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed for 4 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyasumi~&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/8185194963186027393-8251586711194881407?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8251586711194881407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=8251586711194881407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8251586711194881407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8251586711194881407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-not-trying-to-dig-shit-here-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1495216690213331805</id><published>2008-07-07T08:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:00:54.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>触摸 - 陈迪雅</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up with this song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googled it once I reached the office and yups, I rather like the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have the time (and am in the mood), maybe I'll translate. But for now, I like this phrase -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想看你的笑容，对离开的他说，你心中那份美丽， 怎么找都不会再有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not translate it now because some songs when translated, loses its meaning.&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/8185194963186027393-1495216690213331805?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1495216690213331805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1495216690213331805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1495216690213331805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1495216690213331805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='触摸 - 陈迪雅'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-4349462534292941336</id><published>2008-07-05T23:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:22.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PA'/><title type='text'>Muffin Monday(:</title><content type='html'>On a lighter note, I baked muffins last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I baked -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG-NRA1qTRI/AAAAAAAABfE/HPGdtc3KJik/s1600-h/P1080083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG-NRA1qTRI/AAAAAAAABfE/HPGdtc3KJik/s320/P1080083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219545816568057106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yups, instant mix again. Strictly speaking, it's not baking baking. But hey, it's close enough! While mixing the mix, I saw this (note: only selected people can see it ;p)-&lt;br /&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG-NqEdCY9I/AAAAAAAABfM/cSIUCZ2wIGk/s1600-h/P1080086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG-NqEdCY9I/AAAAAAAABfM/cSIUCZ2wIGk/s320/P1080086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219546247035249618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heart-shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacky! Anyways, the baking went fairly well. I had time to watch Narnia on TV and bake! The only boo-boo is that I got my first baking scar! Heh. Was pushing the batch into the oven and *tada* touched the inside of the oven. !#@!@$!@$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I wrote these while watching Narnia and waiting for the muffins to bake -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG-Ozv1tesI/AAAAAAAABfU/LLclF7eAnFA/s1600-h/P1080089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG-Ozv1tesI/AAAAAAAABfU/LLclF7eAnFA/s320/P1080089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219547512811911874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I've decided to bring muffins to work and leave it on their table before they arrive. It will be a nice start to the morning and might help to chase away the Monday Blues! When I was working in IRAS, the supervisors used to that all the time. It was pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also packed the muffins individually -&lt;br /&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG-PhYGRQaI/AAAAAAAABfc/4687t4TSDP4/s1600-h/P1080093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG-PhYGRQaI/AAAAAAAABfc/4687t4TSDP4/s320/P1080093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219548296712896930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took much longer than expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I went into the office pretty late so I didn't have the chance to leave it on my colleagues' desk. I handed them out instead. Whees~ Gundu me forgot to bring the camera so no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colleagues seem pretty surprised? I don't know. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess they are just not used to people doing these kind of things for them. We are from a different generation anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my supervisor, Veronica and my colleague, LeeLing was thrilled though! Hehes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells! Muffins Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-4349462534292941336?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/4349462534292941336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=4349462534292941336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4349462534292941336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4349462534292941336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/muffin-monday.html' title='Muffin Monday(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG-NRA1qTRI/AAAAAAAABfE/HPGdtc3KJik/s72-c/P1080083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-2076778081490378902</id><published>2008-07-05T21:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:23:18.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>Hurt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is just going to sound so dumb. Especially after my post about &lt;a href="http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/parents-generation.html"&gt;parents&lt;/a&gt; and how they like to scold when they are worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess. Easier said than done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I've been feeling nauseous for the past week or so. Especially when I smell food or stuff, I'll just feel like puking. All appetite killed and everything. Wait, the appetite scale will go into the negative region since my appetite is zero these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time that the puking feeling didn't surface was last night during the supper date with the Deyi gang. I was feeling hungry for once! And after that, I was feeling FULL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was getting better. The whole pukey phase over. But nopes. When the "fragrance" (inverted because it stinks to me) of my mum's cooking floated into my room, it almost made me retched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went out to tell my mum. And she just yelled in my face. In typical parents' manner, she put the blame on me. Like how I've been sleeping late, waking up late and basically, just existing and living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father and sister unit just sit there and pretended that nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. Their indifference. My mum's accusation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this point in time, I'm just tired. Tired of being understanding. Tired of rushing home everyday to make sure that she's not home alone. Tired of being tired. Just tired, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about your impending doctor's appointment but I'm not yelling at you, am I? And to my sister, thanks for not standing up for me. Especially when I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Just fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to stay in my room and skip dinner.&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/8185194963186027393-2076778081490378902?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/2076778081490378902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=2076778081490378902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2076778081490378902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2076778081490378902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/hurt.html' title='Hurt?'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-8750260527737013146</id><published>2008-07-05T03:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:23.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>No, I have not gone all sappy on you guys. Still quirky and random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do think my brain has gone a bit blah and blah. It's kind of like this now -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG53mhlgktI/AAAAAAAABe0/HLk1C_eH1cA/s1600-h/medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG53mhlgktI/AAAAAAAABe0/HLk1C_eH1cA/s320/medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219240521903411922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And some of something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, please say hello to my new "Flower by Kenzo" perfume(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG59hysVnSI/AAAAAAAABe8/vZUIjeVwmVg/s1600-h/kenzo_flower_by_kenzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG59hysVnSI/AAAAAAAABe8/vZUIjeVwmVg/s320/kenzo_flower_by_kenzo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219247037665877282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I smelt 10 over scent behind deciding on the SJP's vanilla ice-cream one. But at the last minute, I got this instead. Pretty nice. But I still like my Anna Sui - Secret Wish. Maybe I'll go back to that after I finish my Kenzo's(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time for bed and I promise to tidy my table tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-8750260527737013146?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8750260527737013146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=8750260527737013146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8750260527737013146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8750260527737013146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG53mhlgktI/AAAAAAAABe0/HLk1C_eH1cA/s72-c/medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-2707364264478432997</id><published>2008-07-04T14:44:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:24.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Hen Chong i-Econ.</title><content type='html'>(insert picture of shop sign)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, that used to be the name of my dad's shop. Well, before that, it was "Hen Chong Econ Mini-mart" and WAY before that, it was just a simple provision shop in a kampung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop is no longer around anymore.  Well, technically it's still ours till 7th July. But the shop is not open anymore and the evil occupiers (that's how I like to think of them) have already started their renovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my childhood is very much tied to the shop.&lt;br /&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3SBNUd8CI/AAAAAAAABdU/bICDJ46dwsk/s1600-h/dad+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3SBNUd8CI/AAAAAAAABdU/bICDJ46dwsk/s320/dad+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219058461389484066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and me(:&lt;br /&gt;(See the bottles of sweet in front? I used to pretend&lt;br /&gt;to talk to my dad and then "steal" the sweets. Heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3S3PtWx7I/AAAAAAAABdc/gRAgscIi-yk/s1600-h/mum+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3S3PtWx7I/AAAAAAAABdc/gRAgscIi-yk/s320/mum+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219059389743679410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum and me next to the star of my favorite instant noodle(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you know that every shop has a second floor? There's a stairs at the back that leads to a flat upstairs. SO! I lived above the shop for 4 years. Since I was a baby actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3T9RliiYI/AAAAAAAABdk/hTZvJ4RD4Kk/s1600-h/Me+in+kitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3T9RliiYI/AAAAAAAABdk/hTZvJ4RD4Kk/s320/Me+in+kitchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219060592838609282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the kitchen(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As the flat above the shop is pretty big and the grandparents are always there, the cousins like to come over to visit.&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3UesBkKnI/AAAAAAAABds/EwNTfyVtkjU/s1600-h/grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3UesBkKnI/AAAAAAAABds/EwNTfyVtkjU/s320/grandpa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219061166871161458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa and a really ugly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3U5M-BTsI/AAAAAAAABd0/_x8q4RK1F5Q/s1600-h/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3U5M-BTsI/AAAAAAAABd0/_x8q4RK1F5Q/s320/cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219061622391262914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two of the cousins and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;(Cousin holding me taught me how to walk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And as the parental unit are always busy, they tend to put the sister unit and I in baskets and put us next to them while they stack goods/work.&lt;br /&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3V5ZAjIkI/AAAAAAAABd8/c0Jab2EmxkA/s1600-h/basket+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3V5ZAjIkI/AAAAAAAABd8/c0Jab2EmxkA/s320/basket+girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219062725134721602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the neighbourhood knows us as the basket girls-.-&lt;br /&gt;(Look at that really ancient ice-cream fridge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very huge group of friends when I was a kid. All kids from the shops surrounding my dad's! We will run around in the neighbourhood, playing block catching, police and thief, badminton, catching ants, hopscotch and etc.&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3WtDUGotI/AAAAAAAABeE/l9BCZf2Nd3Y/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3WtDUGotI/AAAAAAAABeE/l9BCZf2Nd3Y/s320/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219063612664357586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is about 1/3 of my group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;(My 1st best friend was 11 days younger than me! Not in picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when my brother came along, we got a flat 8 floors above. So, for the next 8 years, I lived in the shop above the flat part-time (stay there in the afternoon and go home at night). As I move into the terrible teenage years, I only visit the shop daily after school/work/going out for the next 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am tired or had a bad day, I will just sit in the shop and my dad will try to cheer me up by talking politics. Or I'll just do some solid people-watching there. It's really nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometime, when I come home late, it's always nice to walk past my dad's shop. Somehow, it's comforting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the flat above the shop is also the place where my friends and I spent a considerable amount of time doing our IP Project in Secondary One. I would like to post some pictures of my group mates sitting (very un-glamly) painting cardboard boxes. But I doubt I will make it out alive if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this a few weeks before they started packing -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3fqamLLPI/AAAAAAAABes/h8oxRE5oYWs/s1600-h/P1060942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3fqamLLPI/AAAAAAAABes/h8oxRE5oYWs/s320/P1060942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219073462979210482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups. 21 years. So many (much?) of my memories are (is?) linked to the shop. It's kind of sad to let it go. I almost cried on Monday when I sat in the shop and realised it was the last time I'll be doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I will miss the most is that I won't be able to see my grams everyday anymore.&lt;br /&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3clS-Y_PI/AAAAAAAABeM/ITxdriVnA3c/s1600-h/1_138866659l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3clS-Y_PI/AAAAAAAABeM/ITxdriVnA3c/s320/1_138866659l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219070076499066098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grams and me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm rather worried about her. Without the shop, she has nowhere to go. Which means she will be spending her days at home alone. Sigh. I really should get the key to her house from my dad so I can visit her after work and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a last look at the shop -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3dosRSulI/AAAAAAAABeU/U8QWt7PEh4E/s1600-h/SP_A1735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3dosRSulI/AAAAAAAABeU/U8QWt7PEh4E/s320/SP_A1735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219071234340469330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stairs leading to the shop upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;No more boxes of goods by the side and shoes underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3d9v_dyOI/AAAAAAAABec/_ZBllC4Uz4U/s1600-h/SP_A1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3d9v_dyOI/AAAAAAAABec/_ZBllC4Uz4U/s320/SP_A1736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219071596116691170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The door separating the shop and the back.&lt;br /&gt;Ripped of all the numbers and drawings (from our childhood), it looks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3eT4Thk-I/AAAAAAAABek/blag2TyytnM/s1600-h/SP_A1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3eT4Thk-I/AAAAAAAABek/blag2TyytnM/s320/SP_A1733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219071976305431522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shelves emptied of their goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah. I'll miss the shop:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go now when I am sad? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert picture of shop closed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: The shop was supposed to be called "Heng Chong" but my dad mis-spelt the name during registration-.- So it became Hen Chong. Yes, hen as in the one that lays eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-2707364264478432997?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/2707364264478432997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=2707364264478432997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2707364264478432997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2707364264478432997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/hen-chong-i-econ.html' title='Hen Chong i-Econ.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SG3SBNUd8CI/AAAAAAAABdU/bICDJ46dwsk/s72-c/dad+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-3909711608281523262</id><published>2008-07-04T09:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:24:52.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one colleague pretended that he was going to the washroom. but when i looked up, he braked and started talking to me. after that, he went back to his desk. nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another colleague just gave me Taiwan goodies! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have sesame stuck in my braces. darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-3909711608281523262?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/3909711608281523262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=3909711608281523262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3909711608281523262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3909711608281523262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-colleague-pretended-that-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-964474692071451130</id><published>2008-07-03T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:35:33.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something is up with &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 weeks, I have no idea when I am full or when I am hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'll just eat whatever amount that you put in front of me during meal time. 2 plates of chicken rice? No problem. 3 plates of fries? No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's total crap. I have to control the amount I eat consciously! If that makes sense. BEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like puking all the time. Especially around meal times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is, my weight has gone slightly up but I am not getting any fatter *touch wood* It really doesn't make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. I look so pale these days that everyone has been asking if I am okay. But I feel pretty much the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that I am getting dizzy spells again whenever I stand up (just like 2 years ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just really tired more than usual. And you know, more frisky(more cachondo/pohoten) than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Maybe I just need sleep? And no, I'm not pregnant. Keep those stupid thoughts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oei! Summer fun roll along already! Solve me cachondo/pohoten problem. Yeah right.&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/8185194963186027393-964474692071451130?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/964474692071451130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=964474692071451130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/964474692071451130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/964474692071451130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-6023150018302447500</id><published>2008-07-02T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:25.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>The Golden Compass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGuo7GIXasI/AAAAAAAABdM/B1rQLDuK2zw/s1600-h/goldencompass-posterfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGuo7GIXasI/AAAAAAAABdM/B1rQLDuK2zw/s320/goldencompass-posterfinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218450326450301634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the Golden Compass was just a rip (ripped) off of Narnia so I didn't catch it in the cinemas when it came out last year. Boy, was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented the DVD from VideoEzy last week and just watched it today. I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOWN.AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am. I love the way there's witches, gyptians, the polar bears and the daemon. omg. THE DAEMON! Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, not very good with words when I see something I love. But yes! I want to read the book! I want to watch the sequel! I want to buy that DVD!! I heart heart it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is so so so so much better than HP or Narnia! Oh man. Oh man. Ohman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time for bed! It's been a nice Wednesday (: Thankful(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's my daemon!&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/8185194963186027393-6023150018302447500?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/6023150018302447500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=6023150018302447500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/6023150018302447500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/6023150018302447500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/golden-compass.html' title='The Golden Compass'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGuo7GIXasI/AAAAAAAABdM/B1rQLDuK2zw/s72-c/goldencompass-posterfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1006635941788960000</id><published>2008-07-02T09:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:25.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NTU'/><title type='text'>Dumb dumb NTU!</title><content type='html'>Subject registration. Ahhhhh...The time when all NTU students will be jittery and scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the old-fashioned school Pulau NTU is, students add subjects for their next semester via "Fastest Fingers First"! Nooo..We do not use the bidding system like all the other civilised and modern school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, whether you get the subjects you want will depend on a) your internet connection and b) how fast you finger is. Oh and!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! They actually restrict the core subjects that you can do! This means that, they only allow certain people to add some subjects per semester. And if you do not belong to the group of certain people, you can't add!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I wanted to add AB311 this semester! But I can't! Why? Because AB311 is only for people in HRC, THM and Marketing! Erm...Dumb?! There's more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I got -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGtstYPndxI/AAAAAAAABdE/7TIMq1FiCl8/s1600-h/not+allowed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGtstYPndxI/AAAAAAAABdE/7TIMq1FiCl8/s320/not+allowed.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218384120096716562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The game of fastest fingers and "chosen one" is only applicable for core subjects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For electives, you have to be on the waitlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the electives you want to take next semester, rank them according to preference and then &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;START PRAYING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! Because electives will be allocated to you based on balloting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are really really really (x mazillion) lucky, you might get your first choice! If you are &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/shan/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/shan/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;(only) really really lucky, you might not get your first choice but &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; of the other 4 choices. Well, if you are unlucky (like I am last semester), you don't get any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my waitlist -&lt;br /&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGroKmZuaSI/AAAAAAAABc0/ay0Pyaz97mI/s1600-h/waitlist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGroKmZuaSI/AAAAAAAABc0/ay0Pyaz97mI/s320/waitlist.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218238387066923298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Personality Psychology and Abnormal Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester (my 2nd last one before graduation), I have to take 3 electives! 2 to clear my Psychology minor and 1 to satisfy the AUs system. So, everyone! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; Please. Pray. For. Me.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I don't get any electives this coming semester, I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, send lucky charms this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really crappy. What happened to, "You can plan your own timetable" ? And especially since we are final year students, you thought they will cut us some slack and just take away the rules and stuff. I mean, we ARE final year students, so we need to clear all our electives and cores before we graduate! So hello?! A little help here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While SMU students are complaining about turning into a mugger school, here in Pulau NTU, we are just unhappy about our crappy school system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't even get me started about NTU's internship allocation system. That will be another story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP, NTU! What the hell are you doing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes in deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all you undergraduates-to-be, don't come to NTU unless you think you have exceptional luck.&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/8185194963186027393-1006635941788960000?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1006635941788960000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1006635941788960000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1006635941788960000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1006635941788960000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/dumb-dumb-ntu.html' title='Dumb dumb NTU!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGtstYPndxI/AAAAAAAABdE/7TIMq1FiCl8/s72-c/not+allowed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-712011891781361681</id><published>2008-07-02T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:12:25.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's one of those nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling anti-social now. can't help thinking it will be nice to have someone to snuggle up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, snuggling does not equate to relationship. it will be nice to have snuggle buddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. shut up, woman. go to bed. you are making things worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-712011891781361681?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/712011891781361681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=712011891781361681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/712011891781361681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/712011891781361681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-one-of-those-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-293625501099785711</id><published>2008-07-01T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:04:17.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight for TODAY!</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to work this morning and hey hey hey! TODAY newspaper was being distributed (which means I'm late for work)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I joined the queue and grabbed one. BUT! This uncle in shorts and singlet (who was not in the queue) grabbed the same newspaper I had my hands on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tugged at the newspaper and I moved abit. I was shocked and didn't let go. He tugged again (harder) and I moved abit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I regained my composure, glared at him and let go of the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the uncle distributing the newspaper and those behind me saw the incident and they criticised the newspaper-tugger pretty loudly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-293625501099785711?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/293625501099785711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=293625501099785711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/293625501099785711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/293625501099785711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/fight-for-today.html' title='Fight for TODAY!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1896231632755659812</id><published>2008-07-01T09:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:13:31.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Like building sandcastle.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, friendship is like building sandcastle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together with your friends, you build a sandcastle. Firm, strong and pretty. As waves lap at it, you take turns to repair and patch up the sandcastle. It remains strong and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as time goes by, you just let the waves erode the sandcastle. Only repairing it once in a while. Allowing the castle to be eroded pretty badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like in life, there are always free-riders. They realized that their friends will always take the initiative to repair the sandcastle. So why bother? The friends will always be there. Always hanging around. So they just sit back and watch. When the friends are repairing the sandcastle, they will stand at the sidelines giving "suggestions" and offering their "eye-power". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, these friends get tired. The castle began to deteoriate. The free-riders begin to panic. They don't want the castle to be gone. But they are too lazy to repair it. They think that even if they tried, the castle won't be repaired. So what do they do? They go to the friends and tell them, "I think the castle is falling apart." After which, they will wait and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years, I have been the stupid ones. Repairing the castles. Letting them ride on me for free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've said these many times. But these time, I am really ready to just sit back and let the castle. I want to see the look of horror/panic/indifference on the free-rider's face as the castle dissolve to nothing but sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we are strangers again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-1896231632755659812?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1896231632755659812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1896231632755659812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1896231632755659812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1896231632755659812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-building-sandcastle.html' title='Like building sandcastle.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-482480120678560605</id><published>2008-06-30T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:26.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><title type='text'>Hello, Bloo!</title><content type='html'>While sourcing for pictures of cartoons, I stumbled upon Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And!!! I promptly fell in love with -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGjpgCw8ZnI/AAAAAAAABcM/bnoBM3cBgwY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGjpgCw8ZnI/AAAAAAAABcM/bnoBM3cBgwY/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217676905015961202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bloo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Go on, tell me that he is not cute *evil glares* So I went to Youtube and saw a few videos. Adorable~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGjp05v1kvI/AAAAAAAABcU/qyFCuj7HXNk/s1600-h/untitled2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGjp05v1kvI/AAAAAAAABcU/qyFCuj7HXNk/s320/untitled2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217677263372653298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heehee. Bloo is now the wallpaper for my handphone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during our boring feedback session today, I started drawing Bloo! But....&lt;br /&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGjqQ3qCfbI/AAAAAAAABcc/2gmN130zy9k/s1600-h/SP_A1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGjqQ3qCfbI/AAAAAAAABcc/2gmN130zy9k/s320/SP_A1729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217677743847800242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Bloo went from looking like a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGjqWGI3SEI/AAAAAAAABck/u7Wn5H6dpQg/s1600-h/SP_A1731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGjqWGI3SEI/AAAAAAAABck/u7Wn5H6dpQg/s320/SP_A1731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217677833634531394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To looking like a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGjqaI-G8uI/AAAAAAAABcs/C1Gbw3zf4Ac/s1600-h/SP_A1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGjqaI-G8uI/AAAAAAAABcs/C1Gbw3zf4Ac/s320/SP_A1732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217677903114203874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To looking like a cranky ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH! Hahas. But oh wells. My drawing is not excellent mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes (: My newest favorite cartoon, Bloo! Can't wait for the cartoon to arrive! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I can find a cute Bloo toy, I'll try my old soft toys away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-482480120678560605?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/482480120678560605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=482480120678560605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/482480120678560605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/482480120678560605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-bloo.html' title='Hello, Bloo!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGjpgCw8ZnI/AAAAAAAABcM/bnoBM3cBgwY/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-6225748173240982143</id><published>2008-06-30T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:21:01.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the other me here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it shouldn&apos;t be here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace secrets'/><title type='text'>stay. away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Relationships (and anything resembling it) has never been as unattractive to me as it has been now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a conversation with ber to realized that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that checking the phone every few moments for his reply, feeling the need to constantly message him, the want to talk on the phone every night and the whole "I-just-can't-get-enough-of-you" things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these. All of them feels disgusting to me. I don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship (and anything resembling it), it's not what &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; expect that's hard and sticky. It's &lt;u&gt;HIS&lt;/u&gt; expectations that are complicating stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me. For now. I just want something with no complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, talk/message each other only if you feel like having a hook-up. Maybe spice things up abit by going for a spa together and you-know. Like an activity+hookup partner kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite like what I had last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to all those who have ever been/are in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I sound emo, I am not. I am just frustrated and tired and can't stand how some of my girlfriends are so eager to settle down. And this does not make me a loose-ey SPG or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Fun! Come this way.&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/8185194963186027393-6225748173240982143?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/6225748173240982143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=6225748173240982143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/6225748173240982143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/6225748173240982143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/stay-away.html' title='stay. away.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-39495470154782624</id><published>2008-06-29T17:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:26.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bimbotic moments.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Feast of Fury (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever since I saw the commercial of Mac's Feast of Fury -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGdUmmaROuI/AAAAAAAABb8/T6ytKFoxxWE/s1600-h/promo_specialdeals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGdUmmaROuI/AAAAAAAABb8/T6ytKFoxxWE/s320/promo_specialdeals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217231715454499554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have wanted to try! Like REALLY badly! But the mother unit has been cooking almost every night for the past week and there's no MacDonald near my workplace, I can't try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! TODAY! I tried it! Lunch with Sivan, Mabel and San! Okay, I was the only one who ate-.- But YES! I tried the Feast of Fury! Haaaaaiii-YAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have 7 pieces of the spicy McNuggets. See, I had one before I decided to get the curry sauce. Then I brought one to munch on while I went to get the curry. I had another one before Mabel came. And when I look at my box, I still have 4 more left! 7!!! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was SPICY! Like really spicy! But it was SHIOK! No other way to describe it. And with curry, it taste heavenly! Haaaaaaiiiii-YAH! *licks finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups(: And I didn't realised it until I reached home and told my brother what I had for lunch. But (look at the video)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFU4OQEJIAc"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFU4OQEJIAc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I need a phone that takes better video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I think I did a mini-version of it sub-consciously when I went to order the meal *digs hole and bury head* That will probably explain why the counter staff were laughing. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes! The afternoon was nicely spent talking and gossiping with the 3 girls(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San left early, but Sivan, Mabel and I had ice-cream while on the way to the library -&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGdWNsazE0I/AAAAAAAABcE/7WN-lzfZUzQ/s1600-h/SP_A1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGdWNsazE0I/AAAAAAAABcE/7WN-lzfZUzQ/s320/SP_A1728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217233486593856322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My $1 Raspberry ice-cream cone(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I borrowed 7 books from the library and Sivan bought 2 Freddy Krueger shirt. But that's another story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-39495470154782624?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/39495470154782624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=39495470154782624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/39495470154782624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/39495470154782624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/feast-of-fury.html' title='Feast of Fury (:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGdUmmaROuI/AAAAAAAABb8/T6ytKFoxxWE/s72-c/promo_specialdeals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1968965348306917544</id><published>2008-06-29T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T00:30:39.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>it's frustrating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get some of my friends some time. Bestie included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. For me, I make it a point to draw the line. If a guy likes me and I don't reciprocate the feelings, I either drift away or make it loud and clear to the person that we are friends. I won't go out with that guy unless it's clear to all of us that we are friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move it back to Friends territory because god forbids, I don't want to lead the person on. And I most definitely don't want to be nice and not hurt his feelings now. Because it will hurt more if it's allowed to drag and you continue to go out with the guy thinking that it's platonic while the guy thinks the other way. Like maybe maybe it's a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some of my friends are just so nice. Too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They go out with these guys (knowing that they might like her) and just let things go on. I guess, my friends are trying to be nice and not hurt the guy's feelings. And maybe they just hope they will start liking the guy after awhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love my friends, sometimes, I just have to shake my head and sigh in frustration. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, relationships are complicated stuff. STAY AWAY! For now, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flings and fun, come this way.&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/8185194963186027393-1968965348306917544?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1968965348306917544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1968965348306917544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1968965348306917544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1968965348306917544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-frustrating.html' title='it&apos;s frustrating.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-508670558135311997</id><published>2008-06-28T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T03:03:41.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 years ago, it made me gooey and soft. i hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first booty call toughen me up and i am what i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never going down the gooey path. i'm more ruthless and bitchy than ever before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-508670558135311997?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/508670558135311997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=508670558135311997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/508670558135311997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/508670558135311997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-years-ago-it-made-me-gooey-and-soft.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-4609952922324794451</id><published>2008-06-27T19:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:55:48.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plurk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>SM is like high school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm in a foul mood. Not for the whole day. Just now. Now! So, the bitchy bitch is in da house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is potentially offensive but do I care? No, I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, social media (using the term rather loosely here) platform is like high school. There's the exclusive club (with all the cheerleaders) and then there's the others. How mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people who are in the exclusive club are people who are always going on and on about how social media is all about breaking down barriers, connecting people, adding value and basically, bring world peace. Haa. My very flat ass is laughing here. Been ironic, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There they are going on and on about how social media is the be all and end all (or whatever that phrase is) and there they are building up the freaking barriers, forming their little exclusive club and probably thinking that SM is really about what they have said. Probably telling themselves that, "Yes! SM is about connecting people! Look at these new friends I have made! They are like me!Look at my followers!". Freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you observe Plurk or Twitter, you will realized that there's these few people who do not comment on posts that is not posted by their friends. Why?! Why?! Is it because they are &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; meepok posts? Posts about mundane stuff? Whine-like posts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! NO! NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversely, when one of the members of the exclusive group writes a post, these few people will flood to comment, have their own private jokes and generally, behave like it's the best post in the world! When in actual fact, these people may just be writing a meepok-pok (i.e. very meepok) post like, "My nail broke!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously? What's going here? Double standards? Exclusive club? Dis-connecting people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I really don't know how to describe the exact situation to you. How frustrated I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I hate Plurksville, Twitterville and all forms of SM so much that I just want to shut them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, it provides such good entertainment and there's always nice people like rinaz, hangzilla, nadnut and etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post about booty calls buddy coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: @iantimothy said that someone will snigger and call me a sourgrape. ooohh. that's so hurtful. NOT! pfft. Go back to your exclusive club *boo!*&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/8185194963186027393-4609952922324794451?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/4609952922324794451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=4609952922324794451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4609952922324794451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4609952922324794451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/sm-is-like-high-school.html' title='SM is like high school!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7515225274817056490</id><published>2008-06-27T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:01:47.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singtel Boo Boo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the time of the year again! Time for me to change my handphone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I only change my phone once every 2 year, I take my time choosing and usually end up buying an expensive AND good phone. This time, I am eye-ing at Samsung Omnia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I e-mailed Singtel customer service via their website and asked about their 21-month phone upgrade thingy. Got an auto-reply that said that they will get back to me in 5 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited. 5 days. 7 days. Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 9th day, I e-mailed them again and this time, the person called the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked about the 21-month upgrade and about getting bill rebates (everyone seems to be getting it but me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person told me both privileges are only for subscribers who have signed a contract. Huh? I have been with Singtel for almost 8 years! From the good-old days of PodLite till now! That means I have renewed FOUR 2-year contracts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked the nice lady to explain more and once again, she repeated the same thing to me! I told her what I just typed above and she repeated the same thing again! WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few repeats of said scenario with me improving my questions and description, the lady said she will need to refer me to another department and get someone else to call me. Fine. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this second lady called me. She said she couldn't answer my questions about the bill rebates! (WHAT?!) But she can answer my questions about the 21-month phone upgrade. She said, "Yes, Madam. You qualify for the 21-month phone upgrade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I know that from your website?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked, " How does the 21-month phone upgrade work? Let's say I would like to purchase the new Samsung Omnia. How much would that cost me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?! She quoted me some ridiculous price that is totally different from what I saw online and told me a price that is horrendously expensive! And worse of all! She don't understand how the 21-month upgrade works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to ask her, "I read from the website that I am entitled $100 off from any handset I buy. Is it true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she went, "Oh yeah! Let me calculate again!" And off she went calculating and after which, she quoted me the same price as before (i.e. without the $100 rebate!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hello?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! She said, "Samsung Omnia is about $798 with your plan." And I'm like HUH?! From the website, it said it's $698 with plan! I asked her and she mumbled mumbled (god knows what she said) and then said she will call me back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of calling and asking the customer service is so that I can get a better and clearer picture of their plans, right? So how come I end up teaching their customer officers? Who doesn't even know information that is published on THEIR website?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuming mad.&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/8185194963186027393-7515225274817056490?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7515225274817056490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7515225274817056490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7515225274817056490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7515225274817056490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/singtel-boo-boo.html' title='Singtel Boo Boo.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-6196172421938112904</id><published>2008-06-26T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:26.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PA'/><title type='text'>Before I go...</title><content type='html'>Now that Wireless@sg is up (finally! after 4 days!), I thought I could blog in between work. But, alas! I was wrong. Time was spent between online shopping, plurk (very dead today) and looking at handphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I zoom-zoom home (pain.is.killing.me). Here's a sample of what I was told to do for the whole department in preparation for something -&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGNgTBbEutI/AAAAAAAABb0/EGySLo58V7w/s1600-h/Veronica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGNgTBbEutI/AAAAAAAABb0/EGySLo58V7w/s320/Veronica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216118673340938962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My supervisor, Veronica(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yups(: It should be another "photoshop" project again since all the writing and interviews are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells(:&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/8185194963186027393-6196172421938112904?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/6196172421938112904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=6196172421938112904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/6196172421938112904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/6196172421938112904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/before-i-go.html' title='Before I go...'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGNgTBbEutI/AAAAAAAABb0/EGySLo58V7w/s72-c/Veronica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-3326943032388629681</id><published>2008-06-26T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:27.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plurk'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday on Plurkville...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGJ2gyVL9tI/AAAAAAAABbs/SxdnWThstyw/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGJ2gyVL9tI/AAAAAAAABbs/SxdnWThstyw/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215861624086984402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(click to enlarge and read the plurk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join me on &lt;a href="http://www.plurk.com/user/clauds"&gt;Plurk&lt;/a&gt;! I have only &lt;u&gt;NINE&lt;/u&gt; friends! Pity me! Come out of those caves, my cave friends-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-3326943032388629681?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/3326943032388629681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=3326943032388629681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3326943032388629681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3326943032388629681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-on-plurkville.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SGJ2gyVL9tI/AAAAAAAABbs/SxdnWThstyw/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-3905775625709682563</id><published>2008-06-24T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:28:33.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while reading in bed last night, i read that brain surgery can cause swelling and temporary lost of memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the first time i felt afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-3905775625709682563?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/3905775625709682563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=3905775625709682563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3905775625709682563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3905775625709682563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/while-reading-in-bed-last-night-i-read.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5010695627807109703</id><published>2008-06-24T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:09:33.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Feels like family (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday went almost perfectly. “Get Smart” with the newly-formed movie gang was fun! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But right after I switched on the computer, things started going downhill. Even though Sivan, Walter and ber tried to cheer me up, it wasn’t working. I was feeling really horrible and frustrated. Then stomachache and headaches started to strike! So I switched off the laptop after getting what I needed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slept and woke up at 5.40am when I am supposed to be waking up at 6.10am. Seriously! What’s wrong with my body?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Both the rubber chains for my braces broke and my teeth are hurting like nobody’s business. Came to work and realized I.got.my.freaking.menses. Right after that, the cramps started attacking like nobody’s business&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am not in the best form to battle both the pain because of the late night! So I am pretty whiney and easily irritable the whole morning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But my colleagues are nice!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The whole department had to attend a meeting. So, they all went, “&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我们去开会了啊&lt;/span&gt;!” and, “We’ll be at the board room!” before leaving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No idea why. But it made me smile and comforted (:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then my supervisor, Veronica, came and passed me some things to do. Had a small chat and I mentioned that I am having cramps and toothache and the works. I was almost whining to her! Opps!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess what? She went to the canteen and bought me a cup of warm milo !!! (: For the cramps. She said, “At least one of the pain is settled!” and she told me to take my time to do my work!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Man, I feel so touched! And I almost ALMOST cried! Blame.it.on.the.hormones. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But yeah! So sweet of Veronica! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I may not be doing big stuff like all my other friends are doing. But I have the best colleagues ever! (: At least there’s no office politics or anything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-5010695627807109703?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5010695627807109703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5010695627807109703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5010695627807109703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5010695627807109703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/feels-like-family-yesterday-went-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-4995996588455231004</id><published>2008-06-24T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:11:21.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how i always feel like slapping myself after being "fake"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like doing that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes* i'm okay i'm okay! gone tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-4995996588455231004?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/4995996588455231004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=4995996588455231004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4995996588455231004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4995996588455231004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-how-i-always-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-3538349472014658253</id><published>2008-06-24T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:44:50.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working style'/><title type='text'>Type A, = me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the whole and in usual settings, I am a pretty collected, calm and level-headed person. Okay, I am also a little bit cuckoo and sometimes, way too spontaneous! Some people even called me, "小绵羊" (little sheep) *hands over bucket to reader* I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, when it comes to &lt;s&gt;projects&lt;/s&gt; certain situations in projects, the Type A demon in me will be unleashed *cue Jaws music*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The certain situation&lt;s&gt;s&lt;/s&gt; is –&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Passive-Aggressive people. Need I say more?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That’s about it. The Type A demon causing factor! But seriously, I am a pretty good group mate to have. Especially since I have the tendency to compartmentalize things. So that means that I can be Type A to one group mate and the nice-nice fairy to the rest(:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My bark is worse than my bite. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Most&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; of the times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-3538349472014658253?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/3538349472014658253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=3538349472014658253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3538349472014658253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3538349472014658253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/type-me.html' title='Type A, = me!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-988327784292936252</id><published>2008-06-22T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:51:29.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone pissed my mother off this morning and i am suffering the aftermath. sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay. i have my books and plurkville(: kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pillows are giving me neck-aches! so i have been waking up pretty early these days. need to get them changed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to hoping for a fun-er rest of Sunday(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-988327784292936252?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/988327784292936252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=988327784292936252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/988327784292936252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/988327784292936252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/someone-pissed-my-mother-off-this.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-9154813848847423888</id><published>2008-06-22T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:49:10.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>How I Met Your Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, fine. I started watching this show because of Britney. But being bored and all, I started from the very first episode of the very first season. And VIOLA! I finished 3 seasons of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got a little bit draggy towards the middle of the 2nd season but it picked up after that. Rather nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think it's more of a bloke show though. But it appeals to me! (: Watch it if you want a laugh and have a little amount of time to spend(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert picture of show. coming soon!)&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/8185194963186027393-9154813848847423888?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/9154813848847423888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=9154813848847423888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/9154813848847423888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/9154813848847423888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-i-met-your-mother.html' title='How I Met Your Mother'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-6804572532239748033</id><published>2008-06-20T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:30:48.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Grab all you can!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One more week and the dad's shop will be closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 21 years of not paying groceries and necessities, the family is bringing plenty of stuff home to store so we don't have to buy them in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my mum said, "Take whatever you want. Next time must pay le!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a list of stuff I brought home over the past weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;20 packs of sanitary napkins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 packs of Shokubutsu shower pack refill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 boxes of Ribena pastilles (all gone!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 big bottles of Pantene Total Care shampoo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 small bottles of Pantene Total Care shampoo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 packs of Magiclean Wiper Sheet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 packs of Magiclean Wet Wipes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 packets of Tasty Biscuit (I should have gotten more!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 packets of disposable razors.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 box of Hazeline Moisturizing Cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I took a break last week, thinking that the things will always be there. But! Nooooo..By last Wednesday, all my favorite tidbits are gone. Like gone!!! Darn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I'll probably slim down after the shop is gone. No more free food! :(&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/8185194963186027393-6804572532239748033?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/6804572532239748033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=6804572532239748033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/6804572532239748033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/6804572532239748033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/grab-all-you-can.html' title='Grab all you can!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-8204655540071503200</id><published>2008-06-19T23:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:27.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>J.Co Donuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFp1rqI8BQI/AAAAAAAABbk/zw7M3kRAzos/s1600-h/P1080024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFp1rqI8BQI/AAAAAAAABbk/zw7M3kRAzos/s320/P1080024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213608911541372162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half a dozen for $7.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;3 for the siblings and 3 for me lunch tomms(:&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/8185194963186027393-8204655540071503200?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8204655540071503200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=8204655540071503200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8204655540071503200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8204655540071503200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/jco-donuts.html' title='J.Co Donuts!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFp1rqI8BQI/AAAAAAAABbk/zw7M3kRAzos/s72-c/P1080024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-2246420141564252899</id><published>2008-06-19T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:19:44.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable? NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how little kids likes to ask you questions? Even though you have just told them the answer a few minutes before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum: No chocolates today, okay? If not, you won't get well and won't be able to go out to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No response from kid but it seems like he understood until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Mummy, can I have chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: No, because....(explains again)...I told you just now!&lt;br /&gt;Kid: No, you didn't!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Okay, now you know. No chocolates, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Can I have chocolates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cycle continues until either the kid burst out crying or the mum loses her temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when kids do that, they can be cute albeit a little irritating. And you can understand why the kid is doing it. His reasoning skills is still not that developed (can't see link between chocolate and getting well) and so he kept asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, imagine how frustrated the mum must have felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like the mum today.&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/8185194963186027393-2246420141564252899?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/2246420141564252899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=2246420141564252899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2246420141564252899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2246420141564252899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/adorable-not.html' title='Adorable? NOT!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7734829415465625615</id><published>2008-06-18T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:02:28.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering in a club?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what I told Kelvin when he suggested it -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You go to a club and get squeezed. Then in an attempt to communicate, you scream into each other's ears. At some point in time, everyone will be deaf and drunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing are for friends who are not sick of seeing each other but have nothing else to say with each other. Not for friends you haven't seen in a while or people you want to share thoughts with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing is fine. Just not for gatherings.&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/8185194963186027393-7734829415465625615?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7734829415465625615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7734829415465625615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7734829415465625615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7734829415465625615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/gathering-in-club.html' title='Gathering in a club?'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-8057992791739058568</id><published>2008-06-18T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:27.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Thanks, Sivanny-Wany-Boo(:</title><content type='html'>Got this from Sivan -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFhalQrYPhI/AAAAAAAABbU/rdn4AzmBVy4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFhalQrYPhI/AAAAAAAABbU/rdn4AzmBVy4/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213016164859919890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unexpected! Yups! I am surprise! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, cousin! Hees. See! You are making me tear up! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my friends(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's okay that I post it here right? Hahas.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-8057992791739058568?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8057992791739058568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=8057992791739058568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8057992791739058568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8057992791739058568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks-sivanny-wany-boo.html' title='Thanks, Sivanny-Wany-Boo(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFhalQrYPhI/AAAAAAAABbU/rdn4AzmBVy4/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-8682773531302102584</id><published>2008-06-18T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:28.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Ling's 21st(:</title><content type='html'>Gloomy stuff for the past 2 days or so. Now, on to happier stuff(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are friends whom I know will be there with me(: Even after months of not seeing and contacting each other, we will be "as always" the moment we sit down and talk (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, we met up to celebrate Ling's birthday(: This is Ling and I in Sec 4 -&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfJrYXD4zI/AAAAAAAABaI/n-b1d50zQNA/s1600-h/cheryl+me+ling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfJrYXD4zI/AAAAAAAABaI/n-b1d50zQNA/s320/cheryl+me+ling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212856840815371058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl, Me, Ling(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And this is us today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfJ_YahKiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/lTIQ2pShRck/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfJ_YahKiI/AAAAAAAABaQ/lTIQ2pShRck/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212857184427256354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the person I always run to (back in secondary school) when I have problems or just want to bitch about stuff. I will always run to her class in between bells/lessons and talk to Juan and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ling is also the one who came up with the statement about me, "...Don't comfort her! Let her cry. If you comfort her now, she's going to cry even more...!" Very accurate! Heees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we don't meet up as often or talk as often. But just like Sivan, Juan and bestie, she's those kind of person whom I can call and talk to anytime(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I boring you? BLEHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we met up on Thursday at J8. Most of them were late so the early birds went ahead and have dinner first. We can't decide what to have so we settled it, the old fashion way - Scissors, Paper, Stone. Swesens (aka Sivan) won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some "cam-whoring" (still waiting for Kelvin to send me the pictures) and had dinner! There was this little incident about Kelvin's steak but oh wells! The girls shared Apple Crumble and Frosted Chocolate Malt for desserts! (: Yums Yums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to playground at Level 3 and did some more cam-whoring!&lt;br /&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfNNyFkqeI/AAAAAAAABag/tfuRJdFPiXM/s1600-h/P1070089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfNNyFkqeI/AAAAAAAABag/tfuRJdFPiXM/s320/P1070089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212860730371779042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ling and Michelle on the slide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfNhPN0iQI/AAAAAAAABao/Fw3kRp2ljvU/s1600-h/P1070095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfNhPN0iQI/AAAAAAAABao/Fw3kRp2ljvU/s320/P1070095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212861064608516354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is Juan's legs and Sivan's foot in the top left corner.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfN-kBmUdI/AAAAAAAABaw/d29y0-_CLVg/s1600-h/P1070097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfN-kBmUdI/AAAAAAAABaw/d29y0-_CLVg/s320/P1070097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212861568410603986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys - Kelvin being stupid as usual.&lt;br /&gt;(Behind left: Kelvin and XY; Front left: Santo and Eddy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfPvPSnqfI/AAAAAAAABbM/Owq_lQ7rvBw/s1600-h/P1070103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfPvPSnqfI/AAAAAAAABbM/Owq_lQ7rvBw/s320/P1070103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212863504170068466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying the night scenery mode at Kelvin's request.&lt;br /&gt;I think Susanto was trying to create the moving background that I said-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfPaDhq0rI/AAAAAAAABbE/1b7oEJ-1s7k/s1600-h/P1070102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfPaDhq0rI/AAAAAAAABbE/1b7oEJ-1s7k/s320/P1070102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212863140234711730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group shot(:&lt;br /&gt;I love every single one of them here! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to MacDonalds and chat. Didn't reach home till 12 midnight(: Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made plans to do lots of stuff together. Hopefully, they will all happen! *fingers cross*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't make sense. And this is a mushy post. But wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have very few friends. But those that I have are those that I hold close to my heart(:&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/8185194963186027393-8682773531302102584?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8682773531302102584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=8682773531302102584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8682773531302102584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8682773531302102584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/lings-21st.html' title='Ling&apos;s 21st(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFfJrYXD4zI/AAAAAAAABaI/n-b1d50zQNA/s72-c/cheryl+me+ling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-927397638546005926</id><published>2008-06-17T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:22:13.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just feel like saying this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations. You have turned into one of them. You have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne's right. Finding a friend in uni is hard. Ohwells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-927397638546005926?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/927397638546005926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=927397638546005926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/927397638546005926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/927397638546005926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-feel-like-saying-this.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-6568658978147887670</id><published>2008-06-17T15:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:26:32.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the other me here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace secrets'/><title type='text'>Dissing the banana ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome to another episode of dissing the banana ass *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a dollar every time banana ass uses the word "hot", I will be able to afford one iTouch, one iPhone, one MacBook Pro, one Samsung Omnia, one Nikon D40X and...you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sickening. I mean, seriously! For the third day in a row, when I log on to Facebook, I will see that word, his name, a girl's name and the girl's pictures. Sometimes, the girl is not even hot! Just dressed scantily. Okay, that's too mean. To the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like how desperate can he get?! This guy is literally searching for porn on social networks! In myspace, Facebook and Friendster! Of course, by adding these girls, he is also hoping to get into their pants. Get a life lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's a few guys I know who really like to use the excuse (and I quote), "..I am a guy. I have needs..." to explain...well, to explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...One word. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just gets on my nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why I "like" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;insert&gt;that guy. &lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;insert&gt;He is direct and never beat around the bushes (no pun intended). Now, that's sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so going to be moved.&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&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/8185194963186027393-6568658978147887670?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/6568658978147887670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=6568658978147887670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/6568658978147887670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/6568658978147887670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/dissing-banana-ass.html' title='Dissing the banana ass.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1046808381699195127</id><published>2008-06-17T08:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:05:40.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Legs.</title><content type='html'>I saw this lady who is wearing a really short dress. But it doesn't look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; short on her because her legs weren't long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a dress that is not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;short but because of my long legs, it looks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;superliciously&lt;/span&gt; short and I get nagged at by colleagues, parents, friends and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IS THAT FAIR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I heart my long legs a lot. Amen to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-1046808381699195127?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1046808381699195127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1046808381699195127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1046808381699195127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1046808381699195127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/legs.html' title='Legs.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-8504063635365613662</id><published>2008-06-16T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:00:43.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Explode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ever since last Friday, I have been facing everything pretty calmly (if I do say so myself). While my sister handled the calls, I had another "job".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reassuring everyone that things are okay. Things will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the week drags on and the number of conflicting messages the doctor&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;s&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are giving, everyone is stressing out abit. Worries and questions are piling up. So everyone is behaving rather weirdly in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is back to his ridiculous self. The 霸道王 who yells at everyone. And THAT alone is enough for me to handle. I have to go around cleaning his mess. Like after he yelled at my sister, I have to go to a) comfort the sister, b) calm him down and c) get them to talk to each other again so the mother unit won't worry. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I stop being strong for everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I want to say. But I don't know where to start. I wish to back in Deyi where I don't have to pretend to be strong because my friends are there to support me. It makes it easier for me to go home and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I am losing my ability to express.&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/8185194963186027393-8504063635365613662?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8504063635365613662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=8504063635365613662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8504063635365613662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8504063635365613662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/explode.html' title='Explode.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-6338921055144906751</id><published>2008-06-16T16:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:28.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking.'/><title type='text'>My Baking Disaster!</title><content type='html'>I tried to bake yesterday. And very smartly, I bought another brand of ready-mix. I bought this brand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFYeEH9HBsI/AAAAAAAABZo/7tejRvH90FQ/s1600-h/P1070109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFYeEH9HBsI/AAAAAAAABZo/7tejRvH90FQ/s320/P1070109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212386674931599042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead of the usual Betty Crochet brand because the selection available in J8's NTUC is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did the usual things -&lt;br /&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFYekKkEnRI/AAAAAAAABZw/W-l_9t6VTz0/s1600-h/P1070110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFYekKkEnRI/AAAAAAAABZw/W-l_9t6VTz0/s320/P1070110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212387225387703570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eggs, butter and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFYeyEWQQEI/AAAAAAAABZ4/yiIvO8BchPk/s1600-h/P1070112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFYeyEWQQEI/AAAAAAAABZ4/yiIvO8BchPk/s320/P1070112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212387464237301826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pour them into a bowl (or a pot) with the ready-mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFYfJO05ghI/AAAAAAAABaA/apBNVtWnQhw/s1600-h/P1070113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFYfJO05ghI/AAAAAAAABaA/apBNVtWnQhw/s320/P1070113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212387862187180562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mix it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, you know the drift. Put mixture into muffin cups, bake and then viola! Nice smelling muffins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's suppose to be cake but I went to their website and check, you just do the same thing but instead of pouring mix into bread pan, put them into muffin cups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But! My muffins came out smelling like bread! And taste....well..basically, they have no taste except for the sultanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGHH! I should have known when the ready-mix didn't smell nice! I should have known!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of the baking disaster, my brother made the following comment, "Your muffins taste like cookies, and your cookies taste like muffins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAP! I am sticking to Betty Crochet next time. Maybe NTUC Extra may have more variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am still not ready to start from scratch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-6338921055144906751?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/6338921055144906751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=6338921055144906751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/6338921055144906751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/6338921055144906751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-baking-disaster.html' title='My Baking Disaster!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFYeEH9HBsI/AAAAAAAABZo/7tejRvH90FQ/s72-c/P1070109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5048639068775666975</id><published>2008-06-16T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:03:28.590+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AB213'/><title type='text'>A Little Explanation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think one of my group mates from last semester just read my post I wrote a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's angry about the whistle-blowing part or something. FYI, I didn't pinpoint anyone at all when I was telling the tutor. But at the end of the day (and what I didn't write) was that I told my tutor to let all of us have equal grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she's angry at all the bitchy bits I wrote. But please take into account that I was tired and stress out when I wrote all those entries. I felt that all of your grades depended on me. I know that's not true. But I felt that way and I don't want to disappoint any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I realized that it all balance out. She took as much responsibility in another module as I took in this module. I realized that and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apologized&lt;/span&gt; for saying some stuff I shouldn't have said. And thank you for taking up more responsibility in that other module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I am talking to you, I am not acting or pretending. I am those kind that whine and bitch and all the hoo-haa. After that, I am okay and I treat you like a normal friend. I don't bear grudges. And I don't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it makes her feel any better, my grade for that module was a B-. So yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, everything is over le, isn't it? We all got our final grades and the new semester is coming up. Let's just let it go, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have.&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/8185194963186027393-5048639068775666975?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5048639068775666975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5048639068775666975&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5048639068775666975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5048639068775666975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-explanation.html' title='A Little Explanation.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-840046173269549101</id><published>2008-06-15T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:14:51.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And perhaps, that's why she (and another friend) didn't cross my mind when I was sending out sms-es to my friends about what happened last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. I can officially stop feeling guilty about it.&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/8185194963186027393-840046173269549101?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/840046173269549101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=840046173269549101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/840046173269549101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/840046173269549101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-perhaps-thats-why-she-and-another.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5811785425892228748</id><published>2008-06-15T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:07:14.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>mean? perhaps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have this friend who is supposedly going overseas next month to study. And we are supposedly "close" friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time, we ask her for details, she is unable to tell us anything except the school she'll be going to. She have no clue as to her flight details, her accommodations and her fundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she doesn't update us about it. Or arrange to meet us to spend more time together and all that kind of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to arrange something for tomorrow but canceled it at the last minute. And then now, at 2 am in the morning, she said it's back on. Erm..Sorry, babe. Not interested. You can't drop us and then pick us up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a friendship when you are present when they are having fun. And disappear thereafter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had it. My patience are pretty limited towards her attitude. (I can't believe I feel bad for snapping at her last week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have chucked her into the same category as the person (who is very mean to sivan). I am not going to be there for her when she comes to me with one of her stupid sex/relationship questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to officiate it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to hear anything about her. Do not tell me anything about her. I don't give a shit about her. She can fly off to the North Pole for all I care. I don't give a shit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPP should know who I am talking about. Both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waste of my time.&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/8185194963186027393-5811785425892228748?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5811785425892228748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5811785425892228748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5811785425892228748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5811785425892228748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/mean-perhaps.html' title='mean? perhaps.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-2919126525748059039</id><published>2008-06-12T09:12:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:29.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking adventures'/><title type='text'>How to fry an egg!</title><content type='html'>*ahem* I ma pretty "domesticated" these days. Trying my hands on cooking, baking and cutting fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. This dumb dumb have no idea how to fry an egg or skin an apple -.- But, I'm trying! (I have no idea how long this "domestication" is going to last though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, for those of you who don't know how to fry an egg. Here's the 101!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step One: Prepare egg and small bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB5XnwUYGI/AAAAAAAABYo/00gDDDpFKhw/s1600-h/P1070071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB5XnwUYGI/AAAAAAAABYo/00gDDDpFKhw/s320/P1070071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210798215583260770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step Two: Crack egg into bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB5xgZhbrI/AAAAAAAABYw/yh50sf02b8w/s1600-h/P1070072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB5xgZhbrI/AAAAAAAABYw/yh50sf02b8w/s320/P1070072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210798660285198002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Warning: Egg shell can cut fingers if egg crack is too small. I got cut-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step Three: Beat the egg with a spoon (optional).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB6Ffgv9II/AAAAAAAABY4/9fA3NqvXmu8/s1600-h/P1070074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB6Ffgv9II/AAAAAAAABY4/9fA3NqvXmu8/s320/P1070074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210799003644458114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step Four: Pour about 2.5 teaspoon of oil into frying pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB6eK4jAJI/AAAAAAAABZA/xEMwc94T4vk/s1600-h/P1070075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB6eK4jAJI/AAAAAAAABZA/xEMwc94T4vk/s320/P1070075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210799427603857554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Erm..you may want to use a new spoon. You don't want tiny flakes of egg flying out of the pan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, those white spots are egg yolk and they jumped out of the pan when I turned on the stove-.- They are like fireworks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step Five: Pour egg in and switch on the stove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB7HO77yxI/AAAAAAAABZI/u9KfwnoOoSM/s1600-h/P1070076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB7HO77yxI/AAAAAAAABZI/u9KfwnoOoSM/s320/P1070076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210800133066443538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step Six: Flip the egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB7TwQ_pII/AAAAAAAABZQ/MbYzvI7tME0/s1600-h/P1070077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB7TwQ_pII/AAAAAAAABZQ/MbYzvI7tME0/s320/P1070077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210800348171576450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Erm..Yes, my flipping skills are still questionable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step Seven: Serve with porridge(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB77vK8oMI/AAAAAAAABZY/H7GmkJ4ep9g/s1600-h/P1070078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB77vK8oMI/AAAAAAAABZY/H7GmkJ4ep9g/s320/P1070078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210801035072544962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like plain porridge with a bit of egg, diced fried tofus and vegetables(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, you may not say how un-nutritious my meal is. Blehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: How to skin an apple!&lt;br /&gt;(Synopsis: The apple never look the same anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-2919126525748059039?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/2919126525748059039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=2919126525748059039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2919126525748059039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2919126525748059039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-fry-egg.html' title='How to fry an egg!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SFB5XnwUYGI/AAAAAAAABYo/00gDDDpFKhw/s72-c/P1070071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1204691962992535874</id><published>2008-06-10T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:32:58.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fyp'/><title type='text'>FYP.</title><content type='html'>Dearest FYP mates,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://uniquefrequency.com/2008/06/10/your-online-identity-or-is-it-okay-to-have-party-pictures-on-facebook/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; by Unique-Frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought? Maybe we can work along this line as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we didn't set a deadline for the proposal. By next Sunday? Send to me? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-1204691962992535874?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1204691962992535874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1204691962992535874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1204691962992535874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1204691962992535874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/fyp.html' title='FYP.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7340537745983208171</id><published>2008-06-10T09:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:29.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Totally random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been Plurking and Twittering this past week. Twitter was down pretty badly last week (or was it 2 week ago?). Anyhow, even though I can always convert to manual tweets, it just feels different? o.O So I got on Plurk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the timeline interface! And it's so much cuter (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SE3Xl36cZuI/AAAAAAAABYg/YvoO2t9HZ04/s1600-h/plurk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SE3Xl36cZuI/AAAAAAAABYg/YvoO2t9HZ04/s320/plurk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210057389601744610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No friends yet. So people! Join Plurk!! I know none of you will join-.- But no harm trying eh? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most common question asked when people realised that I have braces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'How do you kiss?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Erm...Just normally? I usually laugh the question away. I don't see why kissing has to be different just because of braces! Ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this guy on the train today. He looks really really familiar. A mix between volleyball captain (eye-candy in JC) and mr smu. I'm pretty sure he is the volleyball captain but he's too tall! Opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teeth is hurting. I can't even eat biscuits this morning! Pathetic. But I guess...It's the whole, "darkness before the dawn" and all that crap. ONE MORE MONTH!! The pain is making me so tired-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah. Saran is a gundu. He watched the last episode of Lost and didn't know that it was the end. Until I told him last week-.- His reaction? "No wonder the show was so good!" -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to watch Lost Season 4 until I have the whole season! It's going to take forever *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zip-a-dee-do-dah, zip-a-dee-dae, my oh my what a beautiful day(:&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/8185194963186027393-7340537745983208171?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7340537745983208171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7340537745983208171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7340537745983208171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7340537745983208171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/totally-random.html' title='Totally random.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SE3Xl36cZuI/AAAAAAAABYg/YvoO2t9HZ04/s72-c/plurk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-3143710320881853720</id><published>2008-06-09T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:30.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PA'/><title type='text'>Good day(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Hopefully I won't jinx the rest of the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend went by in a rush. Spending the day waiting and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today was not a blue monday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to my new tiny table (picture soon) today and everyone came and talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some apologised, some helped me moved the useless PC around to make more space for me while some came and asked about what I am having for lunch (I told them I am "vegetarian" so that they won't bring me meat that I don't eat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Donuts are for tea and breakfast, not lunch!" said one of my colleague when he saw me having donuts for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here. I know you will like ice-cream. Cause you are like me 老顽童," said another colleague as he scooped a HUGE cup of durian ice-cream for me! Even though, I hate durian but I ate half of it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for dental appointment! The nurse bought me a cup of mango bubble tea(: Lookie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SE0gLXxjkXI/AAAAAAAABYY/lKmcPqLl5UA/s1600-h/SP_A1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SE0gLXxjkXI/AAAAAAAABYY/lKmcPqLl5UA/s320/SP_A1708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209855723670049138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I went in, my doctor told me good news! He removed the round rings and..... *drum rolls* I can remove the braces next month!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG!! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side, I have had so many sweet stuff today. 3 donuts, durian ice cream and mango bubble tea-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More water tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, God(:&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/8185194963186027393-3143710320881853720?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/3143710320881853720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=3143710320881853720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3143710320881853720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3143710320881853720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-day.html' title='Good day(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SE0gLXxjkXI/AAAAAAAABYY/lKmcPqLl5UA/s72-c/SP_A1708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7708992765799794878</id><published>2008-06-09T15:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:30.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><title type='text'>Cars(:</title><content type='html'>I have been looking at cars. On the way to the washroom, I'll need to go walk by the car park and I'll see lots of cars. We are filled with Nissan Sunny's here. But this car caught my eye -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toyota Corolla Sienta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEzchv--3rI/AAAAAAAABYI/8v84x__Oo-8/s1600-h/10026_g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEzchv--3rI/AAAAAAAABYI/8v84x__Oo-8/s320/10026_g1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209781341335248562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe because it's in yellow (the one in the car park). You know, those VW Beetle Yellow? And..Get this! It looks pretty small but it can seat 7 people! 7!!!! Now! Who says family car must be huge and ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cost about $69 000. Not too bad eh? If only if the back is round and not square-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, there's VW Beetle Cabriolet that I still love (but not as much as before).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VW Beetle Cabriolet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEzdq_TRvcI/AAAAAAAABYQ/R7RCbUnEpqM/s1600-h/10280_g3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEzdq_TRvcI/AAAAAAAABYQ/R7RCbUnEpqM/s320/10280_g3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209782599577353666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't seem to find a picture with the top up. But I think it shouldn't be that bad. I'm pretty sure this is the car that Ingrid has. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is...Just because I can put the top down, I have to pay approximate $30 000 more for it. That brings the price to $115 000. Pretty expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And considering that Singapore roads are not exactly the best place to drive with the top down (unless you want to die from exhaust poison), maybe a normal VW Beetle will do. It cost about $80 000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am choosing them based on appearance. Come on! I'm a girl! What do I know about cars? Hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups. These are the cars that I rather like now. Well, there's still BMWs but those are horrendously expensive. But then again, by the time I can afford &lt;s&gt;them&lt;/s&gt; a car, these cars will be outdated and newer models will be out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. It never hurt to dream a bit(:&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/8185194963186027393-7708992765799794878?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7708992765799794878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7708992765799794878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7708992765799794878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7708992765799794878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/cars.html' title='Cars(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEzchv--3rI/AAAAAAAABYI/8v84x__Oo-8/s72-c/10026_g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5056857964034869946</id><published>2008-06-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:31.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Cluedo(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Otherwise known as Clue in US(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hooked! I bought the board game 2 years ago. Played with it with my cousins for awhile and ever since then, it's been in cold storage. Everyone lost interest with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then! I downloaded a Clue game! And it's kind of fun! (I mean, I can't force my cousins to play with me so yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEwBoEgJGgI/AAAAAAAABX4/jRMqOolx6-U/s1600-h/cluedo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEwBoEgJGgI/AAAAAAAABX4/jRMqOolx6-U/s320/cluedo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209540656875772418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just like the board game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEwB331IRcI/AAAAAAAABYA/NAeeGgnTC7I/s1600-h/cluedo+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEwB331IRcI/AAAAAAAABYA/NAeeGgnTC7I/s320/cluedo+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209540928352044482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making an accusation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pretty fun and entertaining(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But meanwhile, I am looking for real Cluedo buddies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-5056857964034869946?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5056857964034869946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5056857964034869946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5056857964034869946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5056857964034869946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/cluedo.html' title='Cluedo(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEwBoEgJGgI/AAAAAAAABX4/jRMqOolx6-U/s72-c/cluedo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-9202641134997237728</id><published>2008-06-08T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:50:57.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be. Normal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that you guys know the result and what's happening, please please please please please please be normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't act all funny around me. Don't go soft on me. Don't do those stuff you do. And most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T COMFORT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me out for lunch, dinner or whatever. Call me out for clubbing, kbox-ing and whatever too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to burst into tears and everything. Because when you comfort me and act abnormally, I will feel pathetic and feel sad. The mentality will go, " If they are comforting me, then it must be bad." and the scares the shit outta me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be normal! (:&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/8185194963186027393-9202641134997237728?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/9202641134997237728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=9202641134997237728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/9202641134997237728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/9202641134997237728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-normal.html' title='Be. Normal.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5266915673236498341</id><published>2008-06-08T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:46:04.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The. News.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, here's the deal -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The found a fleshy lump in the brain. It's pressing on one of the nerves. The 3rd opinion was not as optimistic. And they actually sought the head neurologist and had a group discussion about the MIR scan result. So now, we are waiting for an appointment with the doctor (who I heard have operated on MM Lee's wife) and see how it goes from there. But I think an operation is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I am rather impressed with myself. No tears and no panic. After the group of doctors dropped the bomb, I was the one who went about doing everything and mapping out our next steps. Talking to my mum while the siblings went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for her, yeah?(:&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/8185194963186027393-5266915673236498341?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5266915673236498341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5266915673236498341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5266915673236498341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5266915673236498341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/news.html' title='The. News.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-4807781185445021244</id><published>2008-06-07T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:31.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meepok post'/><title type='text'>A day at the hospital(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day started off rather strangely. My dad stood at the door of my room and went, "Shan..Shan.." until I woke up. Why can't he enter my room and tap my feet or something to wake me up? *scratch head* I guess it's a good thing that I am a pretty light sleeper(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached TTSH at 9.00am. 2 neurologists came and they had differing opinions about the MIR scan. Waiting for the 3rd opinion tomorrow and the result for the CT scan as well. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of the day with the mother unit. Sleeping at the foot of her bed, reading and just talking. Me, the sister unit and her. It was rather nice! Even though she kept chasing us home-.- And we had a nice little dinner with the cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother unit opted to go home early to play DOTA and he acted like a spoilt brat when the sister unit and I brought back dinner at 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I had Starbucks for breakfast! And they decorated my frap! Lookie -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEqwjFQ7boI/AAAAAAAABXo/zxxs8d8pfbE/s1600-h/SP_A1705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEqwjFQ7boI/AAAAAAAABXo/zxxs8d8pfbE/s320/SP_A1705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209170035762491010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the sister unit and I had a teeny-weeny shopping spree when we went for lunch at Novena Square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought another edc top. The second one in 2 weeks! But seriously, I am starting to fall in love with the brand again. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also bought...DONUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEqxOg0d9CI/AAAAAAAABXw/Rty_n3_yMFM/s1600-h/SP_A1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEqxOg0d9CI/AAAAAAAABXw/Rty_n3_yMFM/s320/SP_A1706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209170781893686306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, fine. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bought donuts. The sister unit couldn't care less. I had to force her to choose one flavor and assure her that I am going to pay for them-.- Whees~ Breakfast tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to VideoEzy and rented 2 movies - Knocked Up (my choice!) and WTC (her choice *yawns*). Yups(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Cinderella has to do the laundry now! (I am the laundry lady when the mother unit is not around).&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/8185194963186027393-4807781185445021244?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/4807781185445021244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=4807781185445021244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4807781185445021244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4807781185445021244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-at-hospital.html' title='A day at the hospital(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEqwjFQ7boI/AAAAAAAABXo/zxxs8d8pfbE/s72-c/SP_A1705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7749673140394484117</id><published>2008-06-06T08:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T09:11:55.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ktv'/><title type='text'>Party World with the guys and Mag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 weeks ago, I had the sudden urge to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, the wealth-planning group went to Party World on Friday. I couldn't join them because I had tuition (bummer!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But finally! I went k-boxing (or in this case PW-ing) with YM, Walter, their friend and Mag last night! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Party World! It took such a long time for us to get "high" (get in the mood to sing) and then just when we are reaching the "high" peak (珊瑚海 helped a lot), the freaking system crashed! And we had to wait for 10 minutes or so for it to be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, to entertain ourselves, Mag played music via her phone and amplified it via the mike. And Walter started singing. Quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I sang a MALAY SONG for the first time! Okay, I didn't sing but YM and Walter's friend, Ken (I think), did. It was rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mood was not quite there last night? I blame it on work and Party World. I can't sing for nuts after work. My voice was choked and almost gone by the 3rd song-.- Party World just sucks. The room is not dim enough, it's too small and the sofa is so freaking small that I can't sit in my usual "un-glam" position!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a night filled with Jay Chou songs (all of them like Jay except YM) and some old songs by 陈晓东 and 无印良品 (courtesy of Mag and me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. My voice is almost gone now because I was straining and shouting yesterday. I suggest we move to K-Box next time. Maybe it will be better? NO MORE PARTY WORLD! (This applies to ktv session with the devil sisters and anyone else).&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/8185194963186027393-7749673140394484117?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7749673140394484117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7749673140394484117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7749673140394484117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7749673140394484117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/party-world-with-guys-and-mag.html' title='Party World with the guys and Mag!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-4735921221667439211</id><published>2008-06-04T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:24:21.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Angry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;好久没有用华语写“部落格"了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我好生气和厌烦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有个朋友从UK回新。 而这个朋友想和中学 student council 聚一聚，所以又是我这个白吃来举办。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下个星期另一个朋友生日。虽然是另一个朋友在举办，但她所谓的举办只是随便同知。 没有confirm, 没有time and date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果呢，我要两头包。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那还不叫人生气。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what the hell. Typing hanyu ping ying is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is sometimes I wish my friends are more straightforward, more 果断.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are organising a gathering, you not only just contact people and let them know that a gathering is coming up and then leave it there. You have to resend a sms and let them know the exact time, exact date to meet. And a vague idea of where we are going. Get a FINAL confirmation from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the upcoming birthday gathering, I only know that we are meeting on the 12th. And then? And the list of people coming is not "confirmed". Okay, maybe to the organiser having a vague idea of who is coming is enough. But 50% of the time, half of the people won't turn up. And if that's the case, I don't think I am going. I mean, WTH lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I don't get is why my friends must take so long to decide if they can make it or not. It's really simple. Ask yourself if you are free on that day. Then ask yourself if it's "worth" it for you to attend the gathering. If yes for both, clear the day and nothing can occur during that period of time. Simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! I hate it. Fuck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so frustrated now that I don't even know how to describe my feelings. It's like URGH and URGH and URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a right mind to not turn up for the celebration because of the crap organising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I like organising stuff. But when you have wishy-washy friends like these, you just feel like killing yourself every freaking time.&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/8185194963186027393-4735921221667439211?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/4735921221667439211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=4735921221667439211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4735921221667439211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4735921221667439211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/angry.html' title='Angry.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1665422760353817295</id><published>2008-06-04T00:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:31.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><title type='text'>Sex and the City.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEVu11il5DI/AAAAAAAABXg/vmO5prPQPvU/s1600-h/400_sexandthecity_movieposter_080116_newline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEVu11il5DI/AAAAAAAABXg/vmO5prPQPvU/s320/400_sexandthecity_movieposter_080116_newline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207690415308137522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with saran, kelvin and sivan for movie after work(: Just at good old J8 but the company was great so I like(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like watching movies with sivan! Because we say the most random stuff ever. Anyways, we are suppose to be saran's movie team! So, I'm waiting, saran! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little disappointed with the movie. After all the rave reviews, I thought it will be excellent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The movie was a little too choppy. No flow. I don't know if it's the producer's fault or that MDA (or whoever) really censored a lot but yes, too choppy and hence, a little hard for me to get into the show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too many cliche (or whatever you call it). Like how the password was "Love". Towards the end of the show, I was completing the sentence and the story before it happened.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought the clothes, shoes and bags in the show will be as good as those in "The Devil Wears Prada". But nope. "Devil" made me want to shop! But SATC was like blah! But I did like the wedding dress and some of the more casual wears of Samantha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like how strong the friendship is. Yups(: And that makes me want to watch SATC TV series. So if you have the dvd, LEND ME!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But overall, I'll give the movie a 3.6 stars - catch it because Narnia should suck (judging from the first movie) and there's no other good movie out there!&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/8185194963186027393-1665422760353817295?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1665422760353817295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1665422760353817295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1665422760353817295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1665422760353817295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the City.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SEVu11il5DI/AAAAAAAABXg/vmO5prPQPvU/s72-c/400_sexandthecity_movieposter_080116_newline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7687564541526155313</id><published>2008-06-03T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:17:14.146+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>'Tis the season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Tis the season for....CAMPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, this time, I am preparing myself for Senior Camp! Rushing to get my first bikini, digging out my old sleeping bag, old camping bag and all my baggy t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year....I am stuck in my office doing transcript from presentations-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HJ asked if I am going back for Senior Camp last night. I don't think so? Because I am not very shou with Endorians? Okay. To be fair, I am shou with some Endorians but ah..eh....Somehow I'll feel weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I am intruding? And I don't wish that they feel the need to come and include me. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a little early. But whatever it is....H2H FAMILY WILL WIN AGAIN FOR FOC 2008! HUAT AH!&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/8185194963186027393-7687564541526155313?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7687564541526155313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7687564541526155313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7687564541526155313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7687564541526155313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the season.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1761188568296879376</id><published>2008-06-03T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:47:17.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>A new kind of nomads- Social Media junkies/users.</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes. I am slow but I just realized it today. Probably because of the number of people who are threatening to leave Twitter for the inconvenience it caused with the long hours and high number of downtime. Even I am irritated! That’s saying quite a lot since my Twitter usage is dwindling.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now if you liken each social platform (like Friendster, Facebook, Twitter, Blogspot and whatnot) to green pastures. Then the users (usually frequent social media users) will be nomads.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you have noticed, they tend to move in “herds”. So they will all come together and form a community in say, Friendster (the pasture). They farm, talk, socialize, gossip and even get married! They customized their “home” and do daily, mundane stuff. They “pasture” starts to get overloaded. Overcapacity!! Problems start to occur. Landslides, floods, lousy crops and POLLUTION!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, the leader of these nomads (i.e. the early adopters) will go off in search of newer and fresher pastures. Somewhere that offers the same amenities but still untouched (in this example, Facebook). They will start moving over and eventually, their friends will move as well. Why? Because WE ARE A COMMUNITY! -.- It won’t be soon before long before the old pasture gets abandoned and a new community forms at the new pasture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nomads, no? They move in a community, as a group! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So are you a social media nomad? How many times have you moved?(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I don't think I will move this time. I am tired and it's not fun when you are the only one running after people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Whenever I touch on social media topics, I am always talking about social networking sites eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-1761188568296879376?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1761188568296879376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1761188568296879376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1761188568296879376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1761188568296879376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-kind-of-nomads-social-media.html' title='A new kind of nomads- Social Media junkies/users.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7884990258475241625</id><published>2008-06-02T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:23:47.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Chop chop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been feeling like my insides are burning up since Wednesday last week. Ironically, my temperature is waaaayyy low. Like around the range of 35.7 and 36.3 degrees. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having hiccups now. Blehs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is breaking out again *sigh* I seriously think my face is temperamental? Pimple creams that used to work will not work after a month. Tsk tsk. Seriously considering going to a dermatologist like what bestie suggested. We are both picky when it comes to our skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tired so nothing much to say except....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed! You know, I used to want things and will work hard towards it. I will desire it. I will...now, what's that word...Lust for it. I will talk about it non-stop. I won't rest until I get my hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Right after I get it, all interest will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sad to say, this attitude applies to relationship too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW! I will want things too but the desire and the lust will not stay. They are gone after awhile. Like how I don't want an iTouch anymore. Like how I find VW Beetle dumb. Like how I don't want a Mac Book anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my previous attitude is not any better but the latter is worse right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST FIND IT BACK!!!!&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/8185194963186027393-7884990258475241625?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7884990258475241625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7884990258475241625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7884990258475241625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7884990258475241625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/06/chop-chop.html' title='Chop chop.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7249971545289137598</id><published>2008-05-31T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T15:56:24.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>If I Never See Your Face Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"..If I never see your face again, I don't mind. Cause we've gone much further than I thought we'll get tonight..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My favorite song out of Maroon 5's "It Won't Be Soon Before Long" album with a twist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna is in it! Whees~ I couldn't believe my ears when I heard it on the radio while bathing. I thought the DJ must have made some mistake. UNTIL! I heard Rihanna's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....I don't think their voice goes with each other's. But this song is meant to be a "duet" so it sounds more right and sexxay with a lady voice!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is not that fantabulous. Rihanna looked sexy in a few selected scenes. But the lead singer looks pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WK-H76JeFpA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WK-H76JeFpA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"...you're not my type but you can make me sway..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8185194963186027393-7249971545289137598?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7249971545289137598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7249971545289137598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7249971545289137598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7249971545289137598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-i-never-see-your-face-again.html' title='If I Never See Your Face Again'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-8835923836090950824</id><published>2008-05-28T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:06:10.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PA'/><title type='text'>Nicest Colleagues(:</title><content type='html'>Ever since yesterday afternoon, my mood has (had?) been pretty lousy. Probably due to a combination of factors such as the weather, fatigue and coke withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I must have looked and sound less cheery and bright than usual. My colleagues (or the uncles and aunties as I like to call them) noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are quite nice about it too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this colleague called Mr Koh whom I find pretty scary. He has those no nonsense kind of look and never talk to me or even smile at me like the others. But today, he came to my cubicle (my desk) and used the excuse of passing me a ATM instruction manual to talk to me(: And he smiled at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, another uncle and auntie came to my cubicle and offered me cakes! (: Chocolate and blueberry cakes at that!!! Whees~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my supervisor came over to pass me some chocolates from Switzerland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmy. How am I suppose to keep my chocolate ban? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-8835923836090950824?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8835923836090950824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=8835923836090950824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8835923836090950824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8835923836090950824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/nicest-colleagues.html' title='Nicest Colleagues(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-2758729151201646454</id><published>2008-05-27T14:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:31.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>The Twitter Dilemma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am feeling emo. And so as not to translate my emo-ness here today because this is a non-emo blog! So, I saw this pre-prepared post from 2 weeks ago. Here goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How useful Twitter is (are?)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;to you all boils down to the people you follow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I mentioned in my AB214 presentation that one advantage of using Twitter is that you can receive/hear about news before they break. And you can hear the stuff that is not usually published on newspaper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All these advantages are only yours &lt;u&gt;IF&lt;/u&gt; you follow the right people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, how do you know who is the right person to follow? Unless you have been dabbling in the  circle (locally and globally) for quite some time, it’s pretty hard to dice out and sieve out whom to follow. Especially if you are a newbie like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course, you can follow everyone who follows you and occasionally “snoop” around your friends’ followers or people they are following. Or use TweetScan to search for people who have the same interest as you (absolutely not reliable, in my opinion. find out why at end of post).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eventually, you will end up following a huge number of people. Flooded with tweets left, right and center. Important tweets, useful tweets, garbage tweets. All these will end up flooding you and covering up tweet updates from friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So how? Any solutions? *shrugs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;To me, I am getting slightly tired of Twitter? Don’t get me wrong. I still like it because (as previously mentioned) I can post my snapshot thoughts there. But it’s not catching on with my friends! And I am shy(my friends are so going to die from laughter) and anti-social&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(okay, I just take a long time to warm up to people) so I am lazy to go actively hunt for friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then there’s all those problems is facing these days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s starting to irritate me *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  I am sick of seeing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDutaBwc_XI/AAAAAAAABXU/L029YXMAtdI/s1600-h/twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDutaBwc_XI/AAAAAAAABXU/L029YXMAtdI/s320/twitter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204944457016606066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It used to be kind of cute! But after awhile, it's just BLEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Huishan, over and out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Now, I know TweetScan allows to search for people to follow based on keywords or topics. But how reliable is that? For example, I am looking for someone who is as much of a ANTM fan as I am. So I go to TweetScan and search for "ANTM", and say..I found one and I decided to follow him since I think he likes ANTM too. BUT! It turns out that THAT was the only time he tweets about ANTM. It's a total waste of time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-2758729151201646454?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/2758729151201646454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=2758729151201646454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2758729151201646454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2758729151201646454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-dilemma.html' title='The Twitter Dilemma.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDutaBwc_XI/AAAAAAAABXU/L029YXMAtdI/s72-c/twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1791185952488643307</id><published>2008-05-26T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:26:25.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presentations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PA'/><title type='text'>WITS Presentation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know presentation is my first love after chocolate got dumped a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor very nicely invited me to a WITS presentation today(: WITS was a very HUGE deal back in secondary school. And apparently, it's quite a HUGE deal here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! Today is the day where teams from all the departments came to pitch their presentation to the judges. The winner team will move on to compete with teams from other boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the first two presentations but the rest of the presentations are pretty okay but disappointing as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation slides have poor color coordination, unreadable slides, improper alignment and all the little tiny faults in presentations that I hate and is/are essential to ensure that the PowerPoint will flow. I mean, RED background and BLACK words! HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aesthetics aside. Their presentation skills are dull? They didn't stand up to present. They read from the script. Zero eye contact. No vocal texture. No body language *sigh* They didn't explain the charts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the project. I realised all of them need to attend HP102 and AB213 badly. To ensure the validity and reliability of their research and to increase the impact of their presentation(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there's one team that is not too bad. But they are the only team with youngsters in it. So yeah. No offence, if any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it seems that the judges are set to have that team win even before they present? It was rather obvious because they just kind of schmooz and jump over the "comments from the floor" part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! I had some questions to asked! Like how do they attribute the increase in visitor counts to the website is unique? How do they ensure that the increase in number of tickets bought is because of increased number of buyers and not increased tickets bought by the same buyers? The figures are really questionable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Q&amp;amp;A session was fogged over and I didn't get a chance to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just in! The young team won. BLEHS! I was rooting for mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I thought I will be wow-ed away by my first exposure to "professional" presentations. But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, going to this presentation makes me realized that.....I miss presenting :(&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/8185194963186027393-1791185952488643307?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1791185952488643307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1791185952488643307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1791185952488643307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1791185952488643307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/wits-presentation.html' title='WITS Presentation.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-8162658716153710344</id><published>2008-05-26T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:07:53.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>When I'm 64(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xnj6NxU4WHo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xnj6NxU4WHo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hearing it quite alot on Perfect 10. It's such a sweet song eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a sucker for oldies(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-8162658716153710344?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8162658716153710344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=8162658716153710344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8162658716153710344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8162658716153710344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-im-64.html' title='When I&apos;m 64(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-4495888892714717242</id><published>2008-05-26T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:34:36.919+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants.'/><title type='text'>the brother unit and I are angry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The brother unit and I are angry with (at) my sister tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as usual she is acting like a kid again. Both of us are angry at her and at our parents. We are angry that they pay attention to her every wimps and moans. It makes us feel kind of stupid for always forcing ourselves to be independent when they are more than happy for &lt;s&gt;us&lt;/s&gt; my sister to be reliant on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just angry with our sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, for example. She's got a toothache. Okay, fine. Maybe it was really painful. But it's 9pm at night! And she whines and made such a fuss over it that my mum got worry. So at 10pm, both of them rushed down to some dental clinic that opens till late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dentist told them that it's a wisdom tooth and they can have it removed tomorrow. But no! The sister wants it to remove now! Ignoring the fact that my mum is probably tired. So okay, they had the tooth removed immediately. And they just came home at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she came home, she keeps going on and on and on about how painful it is. She tried to not only whine to the parents but to the brother unit and me too. But both of us are pissed off at a) how inconsiderate she is to my mum and b) for acting like a kid. So we just ignored her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she went to cry to my mum and my mum got mad at the brother unit and I. She asked us why we can't we be more considerate to my sister. And we are like o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on! The brother unit removed 2 of his wisdom tooth on the same day last year and he could take care of himself! I had 4 of my teeth removed for braces and I took care of myself! I don't need my mum or dad to bring me my painkillers. OR! Worry about me! OR! Keep asking my mum to bring me back to the dentist because the pain was unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pain. But so what?! DEAL WITH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. *sigh* Bed!&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/8185194963186027393-4495888892714717242?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/4495888892714717242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=4495888892714717242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4495888892714717242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4495888892714717242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/brother-unit-and-i-are-angry.html' title='the brother unit and I are angry.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-4454040367826359586</id><published>2008-05-25T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:01:02.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch.'/><title type='text'>Bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is me. Ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot stand couples. HUH? Yes, COUPLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it a case of sour grapes (吃不到葡萄，说葡萄酸) if you must. But I really can't stand couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe it's not couples that I can't stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the whole....erm....weak part that I can't stand. How should I put it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the independent and bitchy part of me is at work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like slapping people who are emo. Feel like slapping people who pretends to be helpless. Who victimize themselves. Who are wishy-washy. Who are not direct. Who play games (not games games. But you know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because to me, these people are just attention seeking lo*coughs*sers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest them and they get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get over yourself. Get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's precisely because of my character that I am not a girlfriend material. Most of my guy friends tell me that. I am more fling material. Haa bloody haa.&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/8185194963186027393-4454040367826359586?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/4454040367826359586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=4454040367826359586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4454040367826359586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4454040367826359586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/bitch.html' title='Bitch.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7354138022446426431</id><published>2008-05-25T03:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T03:40:29.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='s'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>scotchey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI NI OH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehs. Haven't said that in awhile(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever that is bugging you, it will get better okay?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I will be here to bug you always! Especially next semester! 2 same classes! *roars*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-7354138022446426431?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7354138022446426431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7354138022446426431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7354138022446426431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7354138022446426431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/scotchey-ai-ni-oh-hehs.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5422890236298695381</id><published>2008-05-24T01:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:32.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PA'/><title type='text'>2nd Week of Intern.</title><content type='html'>The 2nd week saw the introduction of a temp staff. I have no idea why they still need a temp staff but that's none of my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember how I got through this week. But this week was slightly nicer than last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked quite abit to my supervisor. About phones. Her kids. Family. Lotus Notes. Junk Food!And those kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened on Friday. I called PA Helpdesk to set up my Lotus Notes account. So I called and gave this guy my office and extension number. BUT! After I hanged up, I realised it was the wrong number! And I couldn't call him back because I don't have his number or name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that I can communicate with him via the desktop since somehow, we are sharing the same computer/domain/whatever. What he does, I can see. Vice versa. So I quickly opened notepad and started typing.  From there, the two of us started chatting while he helped me set up my Lotus Notes account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures for this week! Not much though.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcIlRwc_RI/AAAAAAAABWk/EVsjwchbetU/s1600-h/SP_A1653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcIlRwc_RI/AAAAAAAABWk/EVsjwchbetU/s320/SP_A1653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203637330964708626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcItRwc_SI/AAAAAAAABWs/wwaObkmH4Fs/s1600-h/SP_A1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcItRwc_SI/AAAAAAAABWs/wwaObkmH4Fs/s320/SP_A1656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203637468403662114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm the junk food princess in my dept!&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor is the champion-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcI2hwc_TI/AAAAAAAABW0/aspO53DIfEM/s1600-h/SP_A1659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcI2hwc_TI/AAAAAAAABW0/aspO53DIfEM/s320/SP_A1659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203637627317452082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you noticed how blue the sky is these days?&lt;br /&gt;Even when it is going to rain, it's still BLUE!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcKVBwc_VI/AAAAAAAABXE/IqvouuF7M44/s1600-h/SP_A1660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcKVBwc_VI/AAAAAAAABXE/IqvouuF7M44/s320/SP_A1660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203639250815090002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;random shot on my way to the washroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcI9hwc_UI/AAAAAAAABW8/kJ5TQl1t8Lw/s1600-h/SP_A1663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcI9hwc_UI/AAAAAAAABW8/kJ5TQl1t8Lw/s320/SP_A1663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203637747576536386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks like a spaceship/cupcake/over flipped pie top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've realised that my workplace may be 5 minutes walk away from the nearest MRT station, it is a pretty good place to look at the clouds. Because there's no buildings around! Just lots of trucks-.- I should take a picture of them next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups. I am shifting desk next week *sigh* The owner of the desk I am using now is coming back. Bummer. I like that desk! Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated by buying this from NTUC -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcQmBwc_WI/AAAAAAAABXM/VLhA8v_LQKs/s1600-h/P1070058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcQmBwc_WI/AAAAAAAABXM/VLhA8v_LQKs/s320/P1070058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203646139942632802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet Saturday at home(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having some thoughts. If they are still around tomorrow, I'll post them. If not, *shrugs*.&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/8185194963186027393-5422890236298695381?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5422890236298695381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5422890236298695381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5422890236298695381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5422890236298695381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/2nd-week-of-intern.html' title='2nd Week of Intern.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDcIlRwc_RI/AAAAAAAABWk/EVsjwchbetU/s72-c/SP_A1653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-9092530701936513825</id><published>2008-05-23T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:10:10.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>What happened in the lift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week, after the first day of work, I went back home as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lift came and I saw an Indian pushing a bicycle and running towards the lift. So I held the door open and waited for him. The bicycle was so huge that I was practically plastered to the lift walls. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, once the lift door closed, the Indian asked me some really personal questions. Like, "Did you just come back from work?", "Where do you work?", "What time do you start work?", "What time do you go to work?" and "How do you go to work?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two questions were okay. Because I'm used to being asked by random "strangers" who knows that I am the daughter of the Econ uncle. So yeah. I answered the first two questions but after that, I tried to skim over the questions but he kept asking and asking and asking. The same question over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty freaked out! But luckily, the lift door opened and I was able to escape! *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all! This Indian now pushes his bicycle past my dad's shop everyday and will stop outside the shop. Look in, smile and wave at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe he is just being friendly. But isn't it kind of &lt;u&gt;too&lt;/u&gt; friendly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worse thing is, this guy lives on the sixth floor! It's where the lift stops! So I am bound to walk pass his house on my way home everyday:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the LUP (Lift Upgrading Project) to finish so I don't have to walk pass his house. And I know this sounds mean but I can't wait for my dad's shop to close because when it closes, I don't have to pretend and be nice to random strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I am not being racist okay? If it's an ang-moh/Chinese doing the same thing, I'll be freaked out too!&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/8185194963186027393-9092530701936513825?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/9092530701936513825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=9092530701936513825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/9092530701936513825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/9092530701936513825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-happened-in-lift.html' title='What happened in the lift.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5153401260368483105</id><published>2008-05-22T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:45:13.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>MSN conversation.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I have the random-est MSN conversation ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the one with Sivan on Sunday -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;HI  SIVVVAAANNNN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]siv[/b]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;hey  shan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]siv[/b]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;hahhaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]siv[/b]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;why  r u so hyper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;i have no  idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;maybe cause  my bedsheet is pink now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]siv[/b]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;i  guess i haf that effect on ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]siv[/b]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;[b]siv[/b]&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;erm..  there is a correlation btw the color of the bedsheet and hyperactivity?  HMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;maybe we can  conduct a research about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;wheees~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's the one with ber last night. I can't remember how we get there. But here's part of the conversation -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;i m brain  dead!-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;so am  i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;we need  intellectual stimulation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;noooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;i need a  good massage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;i have a  creaky neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;hahas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;come my  house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;got massage  chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. - i need a good neck massage.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;can i fedex  it over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;DHL  la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;more  reliable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;oh  wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;fedex is the one  with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;"we live to  deliver" slogan is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;but DHL is ANYWHERE  ANYTIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. - i need a good neck massage.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;really  meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. - i need a good neck massage.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;dumbo still  around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;i don't  know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;the stork  maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;since singapore has  a low birth rate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;he's probably going  out of business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. - i need a good neck massage.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;the beak  will break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;could do with some  extra $$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;ber -&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(76, 76, 76); font-family: Lucida Grande;"&gt;wah  lao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;the sociable anti-social. - i need a good neck massage.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); font-family: Microsoft Sans Serif;"&gt;bird flu  bird flu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. YES! I &lt;3 random conversations with my friends(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-5153401260368483105?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5153401260368483105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5153401260368483105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5153401260368483105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5153401260368483105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/msn-conversation.html' title='MSN conversation.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5879253766171461753</id><published>2008-05-21T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:33.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bimbotic moments.'/><title type='text'>Desktop backgroud(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every summer, I feel like I am having an out of body experience. Going through the motions and all. Experiencing stuff but not really experiencing stuff. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's in summer that I feel that my shoulders are really broad! Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am a tad narcissistic these days. Look at my wallpaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDPgzFvPWrI/AAAAAAAABWM/qR0kZyZNnDU/s1600-h/desktop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDPgzFvPWrI/AAAAAAAABWM/qR0kZyZNnDU/s320/desktop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202749162861320882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahas. Pictures taken yesterday(: I really like them (god, I sound so self-centered!). And I really like that phrase! So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for a self-proclaimed PowerPoint expert, I am pretty slow. I realised I can insert a "Photo Album" into my presentation! Wow! And while experimenting with that function, I saw something -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDPhpVvPWsI/AAAAAAAABWU/cfrnaos4qEg/s1600-h/Untitled-3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDPhpVvPWsI/AAAAAAAABWU/cfrnaos4qEg/s320/Untitled-3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202750094869224130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! I know I know. I am loving myself too much and my skin is as thick as the elephant's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huishan, over and out!&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/8185194963186027393-5879253766171461753?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5879253766171461753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5879253766171461753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5879253766171461753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5879253766171461753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/desktop-backgroud.html' title='Desktop backgroud(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDPgzFvPWrI/AAAAAAAABWM/qR0kZyZNnDU/s72-c/desktop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-4184991331485640547</id><published>2008-05-21T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:42:46.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bimbotic moments.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exhausted so I think I better head to bed. Especially since I am giving tuition tomorrow after work. *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYOU JIAYOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came here wanting to write about Victoria's Secret 2007 Fashion Show. But I'm too lazy now ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I wish I had that kind of body and legs. FWAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-4184991331485640547?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/4184991331485640547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=4184991331485640547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4184991331485640547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4184991331485640547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/exhausted-so-i-think-i-better-head-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-4926275580913903065</id><published>2008-05-20T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:31:34.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Writer's Blog.</title><content type='html'>I started a blog that I will update occasionally when I have scenes and pieces of stories in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too embarrassed to leave the blog add here. So if you want to know the address, let me know via MSN okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really really noobish though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-4926275580913903065?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/4926275580913903065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=4926275580913903065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4926275580913903065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4926275580913903065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/writers-blog.html' title='The Writer&apos;s Blog.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-985681364047227307</id><published>2008-05-20T14:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:33.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bras'/><title type='text'>That's my bra not my nipple, sir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On one of my crazy bra-spree (yes, I have bra-sprees!), I bought two very cute and nice bikini-like bras. It has creases and folds in the center. Really pretty, trust me. To let you have a better idea of how it looks like, I have tried my best to draw it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kind of looks like this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDJy6VvPWpI/AAAAAAAABV8/7qG24-GHVjo/s1600-h/P1060556-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDJy6VvPWpI/AAAAAAAABV8/7qG24-GHVjo/s320/P1060556-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202346866159606418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I wear a top like this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDJ0yFvPWqI/AAAAAAAABWE/RKNxFw4BOYA/s1600-h/SP_A1655%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDJ0yFvPWqI/AAAAAAAABWE/RKNxFw4BOYA/s320/SP_A1655%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202348923448941218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The folds of the bra will show. And it will look as if my nipples are showing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I realized that 60%  uncles or guys who walked passed/by me will look at my chest and a momentary smirk will appear on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought that appears in their head will most probably be, "Oh my god! This must be my lucky day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, WTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these guys/uncles are retarded! Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because after you take a second glance you will actually see 2 or 3 more folds! So it's obviously not my nipples!-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to get very irritated by the glances but now I'll just glare at whoever is stealing glances at the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should get me a t-shirt that says, "That's my bra not my nipple, sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Singapore guys need to get a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-985681364047227307?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/985681364047227307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=985681364047227307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/985681364047227307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/985681364047227307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/thats-my-bra-not-my-nipple-sir.html' title='That&apos;s my bra not my nipple, sir.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDJy6VvPWpI/AAAAAAAABV8/7qG24-GHVjo/s72-c/P1060556-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-403696807947190838</id><published>2008-05-20T01:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:34:59.093+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>Radomise Me!</title><content type='html'>Have to wake up in approximately 5 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend was spent rather fruitful-ly? No vacation or nuts. Just cleaning my room, baking and hanging out with the siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sister unit was super generous today and treated the brother unit and I to Swensens and Haggen Daz! Wowee! We ordered 2 flavors of ice-cream each. I got Raspberry Sorbet and Lemon Sorbet. The siblings were complaining because they think those are some &lt;s&gt;weird ass&lt;/s&gt; weird flavors. But when the ice-cream came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two dumb dumbs gobbled up the two flavors before I can say, "That's mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#!@*$@#&amp;amp;$@!)!@(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heading to bed now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie delivering tomorrow!Whee~(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-403696807947190838?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/403696807947190838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=403696807947190838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/403696807947190838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/403696807947190838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/radomise-me.html' title='Radomise Me!'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5710791500953387057</id><published>2008-05-19T03:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T03:25:46.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolates'/><title type='text'>Chocolates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chocolates really do make me a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 65 record breaking days without chocolate, I broke the ban last week with ber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that was just the tip of the ice-bergs. Baking chocolate chip cookie today made me consumed a huge amount of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS FORCED. FORCED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's just like..like...letting a recovering alcoholic into a bar and flooding him with alcoholic drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DRUNK ON CHOCOLATES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find out why I post when I post that post tomorrow. I think I make sense and all. The post might sound sombre. But to me, it sounds like I am gibbering and I am drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chocoholic might be back in business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!!!!!!&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/8185194963186027393-5710791500953387057?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5710791500953387057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5710791500953387057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5710791500953387057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5710791500953387057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/chocolates.html' title='Chocolates.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-3970324568588449630</id><published>2008-05-19T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:06:46.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a sucky show and I am only 18 minutes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the book. I adore the book. I would date the book if it's a human. I read it 3 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the movie sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The starting is like BLAH already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book started with Holly lying on the sofa, crying and yearning/trying to get Jerry's smell back. And how she called his voicemail just to hear his voice. It got me tearing in the first chapter! But the movie started with what?! SEX! I'm like ERM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the part about getting the night light came way too soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I am going to stop watching soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should read the book! So that you will know how sucky the movie is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to stop watching now. And get the book back from bestie to re-read it again!&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/8185194963186027393-3970324568588449630?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/3970324568588449630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=3970324568588449630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3970324568588449630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/3970324568588449630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/ps-i-love-you.html' title='PS I Love You'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5834159300860778082</id><published>2008-05-19T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T01:23:24.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>Parents Generation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(This is the really drunk post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hating the fact that Blogger doesn't allow us to time our post. So I am seriously considering moving over to Wordpress. But we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing this out on a Sunday night (if you are really anal about timing, then it will be Monday morning) and I will probably post it on Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am probably falling from my &lt;a href="http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/baking-experiment-2-cookies.html"&gt;chocolate high&lt;/a&gt; so I am starting to feel a little tired. And after a crappy re-make of my favorite book (&lt;a href="http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/ps-i-love-you.html"&gt;Review: PS I Love You&lt;/a&gt;), I am a little cranky and sarcastic. If you are interested, I stopped watching the crap-ass movie after 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was reading my friend's blog and I noticed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not be true for all people but I realised that people from our parent's generation, are not really accustomed or comfortable with showing their feelings. Especially for their kids. Especially if the family falls in the lower/middle income group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what they do to express their care and concern is via scolding. Yes, my darlings. Through scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, you are sick to the point where you feel like if you sneeze one more time, your nose is going to drop off. The parental unit is probably worried sick. But they don't know how to show that. They probably think saying it out or giving you a hug is weird. And they are frustrated with themselves for that and worried sick. So what do they do? They scold you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like? Well, some common phrases you may hear -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"See lah! Bathe so late and still don't blow your hair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know that you don't earn money when you are sick?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know that by not going to school, you are going to lag behind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;When I was a teenager (gosh, I sound old), I find it quite hard to accept that. But as I grow older, I started to notice a pattern? And I gradually understood why(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parental unit still yells at me when I fall sick. They have even resorted to not talking to me when I fall sick! But I'm used to it and I know they still care. I don't get hurt by their actions. Most of the time. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seeing how hurt my friend is because of what her parents said to her, it kind of brought back memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents like that? Do they yell at you when you are sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow! A post about...Shucks! I forgot what topic it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S:I think that I am a little drunk. From what? I have no idea. But I am blabbering, aren't I? My sub-concious is chanting, "Drunk. Drunk.Drunk" Oh, do shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huishan, OVER AND OUT!&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/8185194963186027393-5834159300860778082?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5834159300860778082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5834159300860778082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5834159300860778082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5834159300860778082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/parents-generation.html' title='Parents Generation.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1915974938707695544</id><published>2008-05-19T00:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:34.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking.'/><title type='text'>Baking Experiment 2 - Cookies(:</title><content type='html'>Yes! I baked again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother unit asked why I am so into baking these days. Well.. I need to pick up a hobby so that I will stop feeling pathetic? Kind of(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside. I went to NTUC and spent 15 minutes picking out what I want to bake on Friday. Initially, I thought I should bake oatmeal cookie but that sounded risky. Then I saw they have ready-mix for Sultana Cake!! But I thought that was too adventurous, so in the end, I bought this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDBTylvPWjI/AAAAAAAABVM/rEzb4-iRf4c/s1600-h/P1070015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDBTylvPWjI/AAAAAAAABVM/rEzb4-iRf4c/s320/P1070015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201749698201737778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yups(: I was quite surprised that this mixture don't need milk! It's just melted butter and egg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDBUZlvPWkI/AAAAAAAABVU/Fz4jP-BldbI/s1600-h/P1070016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDBUZlvPWkI/AAAAAAAABVU/Fz4jP-BldbI/s320/P1070016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201750368216635970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I am proud to announce that I break (broke?) the egg ALL BY MYSELF! *claps* I am so proud of myself! So anyways, stirring the mixture was a bitch. I didn't have a whisk so I used a wooden spatula and in the end, I got blisters on my hands:(&lt;br /&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDBVd1vPWlI/AAAAAAAABVc/ZOk8_sBf0QQ/s1600-h/P1070021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDBVd1vPWlI/AAAAAAAABVc/ZOk8_sBf0QQ/s320/P1070021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201751540742707794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, here's how the cookies look like before entering the oven -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDBV81vPWmI/AAAAAAAABVk/x2b_vFPpivc/s1600-h/P1070019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDBV81vPWmI/AAAAAAAABVk/x2b_vFPpivc/s320/P1070019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201752073318652514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I burnt my 1st batch because I thought the cookies must be hard before I can take them out. So I left them in the oven for over 30 minutes!!! What an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd batch tasted like muffins because they were way too soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd batch was still too soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to put in the 4th batch, the brother unit told me to lower the temperature and increased the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And VIOLA! It was a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, the brother unit and I have probably tasted over 10 unqualified cookies or so each-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all together, I have like 6 batch of cookies! Here they are !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDBWpVvPWnI/AAAAAAAABVs/Sr4yFvxmqyM/s1600-h/P1070020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDBWpVvPWnI/AAAAAAAABVs/Sr4yFvxmqyM/s320/P1070020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201752837822831218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whees~ I am probably on a chocolate high now(I am so going to regret it later on). That will explain why I sound so hyper in my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to poison scotchey on Tuesday after work! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would like to thank the brother unit for being my lab rat today! Even though he called me an idiot for not experimenting with the temperature and baking time-.- Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwells. Huishan, over and out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-1915974938707695544?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1915974938707695544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1915974938707695544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1915974938707695544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1915974938707695544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/baking-experiment-2-cookies.html' title='Baking Experiment 2 - Cookies(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SDBTylvPWjI/AAAAAAAABVM/rEzb4-iRf4c/s72-c/P1070015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7938088185335592418</id><published>2008-05-18T02:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:08:32.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random.'/><title type='text'>New Banner(;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sister unit went to church camp not too long ago and brought back some magazines about the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was randomly flipping through one of them after work when I came across this phrase-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Consistency comes from being grounded in God."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I really liked it so I've decided to use that phrase for my banner(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I can't stand the way my sister keeps trying to "force" me to go to church and to get myself baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I believe in God and all. I mean, I went to Sunday school (or is it called church school?) every week until I turned 12! But I just don't like the idea of going to church every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;For now, I'll just continue to pray and all that(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-7938088185335592418?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7938088185335592418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7938088185335592418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7938088185335592418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7938088185335592418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-banner.html' title='New Banner(;'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-2553567427910828692</id><published>2008-05-18T01:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:35.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PA'/><title type='text'>Internship at PA - Week One(:</title><content type='html'>*zoom zoom* And the first week of intern is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I am very underutilized at my workplace. I am doing some stuff and mini-projects but I am not learning anything new. AND! I end up teaching my colleagues some stuff about blogs and photoshop. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone complain about being over utilized and over loaded with information, I am feeling jealous! I would rather be overworked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, my colleagues are pretty nice people. Mostly above 40. And they are really funny. Interaction between them and me is still kept to a minimum but that is improving gradually(: I love my supervisor too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to change my work hours from 8.30 to 8am. Which means I end work at 5.30 instead of 6. Not too bad. Especially since I need to give tuition on some days. It also mean that I can spend more time in the shop since we have only one month more to go before bidding it goodbye for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, I wore formal skirt, long sleeve blouse and heels. WAAAAAAYYY over dressed. I'm serious. When I stepped into the conference room, everyone stared at me like I am some weirdo. *sigh* My clothes are more business-formal? My colleagues' dressing are not as formal as mine! Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of work, my supervisor told me that all interns are allowed to wear casual wear (read: jeans and t-shirt) to work! Whees~ Music to my ears! So for the rest of the week, I wore jeans and racer-back! BLISS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some random picture:&lt;br /&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/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8ZNFvPWaI/AAAAAAAABUE/w1nKdAh2tcM/s1600-h/SP_A1633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8ZNFvPWaI/AAAAAAAABUE/w1nKdAh2tcM/s320/SP_A1633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201403807305521570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual, I have my favorite girls on my access card holder(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8ZhFvPWbI/AAAAAAAABUM/0GH4pPtYC4o/s1600-h/SP_A1632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8ZhFvPWbI/AAAAAAAABUM/0GH4pPtYC4o/s320/SP_A1632.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201404150902905266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Utterly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8ZplvPWcI/AAAAAAAABUU/crVtNzBmydw/s1600-h/SP_A1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8ZplvPWcI/AAAAAAAABUU/crVtNzBmydw/s320/SP_A1647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201404296931793346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;My colleague went, "Is it raining indoors?!" and another went, "So cute!"-.-&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8Z61vPWdI/AAAAAAAABUc/hEQ4rKSnZnU/s1600-h/SP_A1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8Z61vPWdI/AAAAAAAABUc/hEQ4rKSnZnU/s320/SP_A1637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201404593284536786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This traffic still have the old button!&lt;br /&gt;You have to press with your finger and not your fist/palm/fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8aUVvPWeI/AAAAAAAABUk/RW2zyeXLqPc/s1600-h/SP_A1644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8aUVvPWeI/AAAAAAAABUk/RW2zyeXLqPc/s320/SP_A1644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201405031371200994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first goodie bag from one of &lt;s&gt;their&lt;/s&gt; our events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8aaFvPWfI/AAAAAAAABUs/ypjNgW63Cuc/s1600-h/SP_A1645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8aaFvPWfI/AAAAAAAABUs/ypjNgW63Cuc/s320/SP_A1645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201405130155448818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little clips found in the goodie bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8a7VvPWiI/AAAAAAAABVE/UlDUD_ZhEYg/s1600-h/SP_A1640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8a7VvPWiI/AAAAAAAABVE/UlDUD_ZhEYg/s320/SP_A1640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201405701386099234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fresh milk is getting cuter! I love the cow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yups. As the weeks go by, I hope to learn more? Perhaps more about how the SPOs work scope and how they go about doing their stuff. Hopefully. But I really doubt I will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am looking for a winter internship (year-end internship), so if you know of any, let me know ok? I need to learn more than what my current one is teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is the second time I am working in a government board!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-2553567427910828692?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/2553567427910828692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=2553567427910828692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2553567427910828692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/2553567427910828692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/internship-at-pa-week-one.html' title='Internship at PA - Week One(:'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SC8ZNFvPWaI/AAAAAAAABUE/w1nKdAh2tcM/s72-c/SP_A1633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1904931587844375061</id><published>2008-05-17T02:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T02:36:10.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANTM'/><title type='text'>ANTM 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I know none of you watches ANTM so it's pretty safe for me to have spoilers and whatnot here, right? I guess this is the one benefit of having zero friends following US reality shows -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was thinking that models these days are getting thinner and thinner, the winner of ANTM is a plus-sized/full-figured/normal woman! *whistle blows* Totally rocks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other girl in the Final 2 is really really pretty too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than these comments, I guess ANTM is still pretty much the same as all the seasons before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3 models out of 5 (catch it after all the other nicer ones!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-1904931587844375061?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1904931587844375061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1904931587844375061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1904931587844375061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1904931587844375061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/antm-10.html' title='ANTM 10'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-7191903079803378754</id><published>2008-05-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:51:22.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MABEL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-7191903079803378754?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7191903079803378754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=7191903079803378754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7191903079803378754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/7191903079803378754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-mabel.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-4524180179225395054</id><published>2008-05-16T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:21:36.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singtel F1 grid girls.</title><content type='html'>All right. Backside itchy and stuck in office with nothing to do, I entered Singtel F1 Grid Girls competition. As a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I got shortlisted. WTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person called during lunchtime and I made some lame excuse that I can't make it for audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why oh why! When I join things for fun, I get in and when I really want something, I don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like BAF! My specialisation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-4524180179225395054?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/4524180179225395054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=4524180179225395054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4524180179225395054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/4524180179225395054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/singtel-f1-grid-girls.html' title='Singtel F1 grid girls.'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-1813211389404813800</id><published>2008-05-16T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T11:39:50.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JEROLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for saying that women looks older as they age! *evil glares* Lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-1813211389404813800?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1813211389404813800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=1813211389404813800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1813211389404813800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/1813211389404813800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-yeah-happy-birthday-jerold-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-8355875560448220959</id><published>2008-05-16T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:21:35.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Why Lost is so good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SCzvZ1vPWUI/AAAAAAAABTE/TGq0qB6gt3I/s1600-h/LOST_by_Bu113t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SCzvZ1vPWUI/AAAAAAAABTE/TGq0qB6gt3I/s320/LOST_by_Bu113t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200794896907065666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While watching Lost and debating with myself whether to believe what Ben (one of The Others) was telling Locke, it strikes me why Lost is so good. Why viewers keep coming back even after Season 2 was a flop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because it's engaging? Let me elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are familiar with shows like Gossip Girls, Grey's Anatomy and whats-that-show-with-Marcia Cross. After all the melodrama and back-stabbing and oh-i-love-her-but-she-loves-him, we start to feel kind of bored and get the been-there-done-that feeling, no? Besides, all these dramas are always revolving around more or less the same issue (Season 2 was kind of a flop because it kept revolving around the blardy hatch!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Lost! Woohoo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show leaves you in suspense. Makes you think and ask questions. Makes you guess and so when we guess, we want to know if our guess are correct. So, we keep going back to the show in the hope of verifying our guess. When The Others tell a lie, we want to see if we can outsmart the producers/writers/characters by not believing that lie! (I always always believe in the lie! DUMB!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I think what the producers have learn from Season 2 is that you can't lead the audience on forever. Eventually, they will get fed up and stop watching/watch selectively. So they start inserting small mysteries that gets solve in one episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if these episode/mysteries have always been in place, but I just started noticing them in Season 3. Okay, just last night when I sneaked online to watch one episode. It was the episode called, "Exposé" about Nikki and Paulo. I don't know if their stories will be tie into future episodes, but my curiosity was pretty satisfied last night. And that episode has sort of refresh my appetite for Lost :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside, there's the lies told by The Others! It's so ingenious! Mixing truth and lies together. Even though they are ultimately telling a lie, the minute amount of truth in them makes them all so believable! You never know when what they are saying is the truth or the lie and you end up debating with your friends (if they follow the show as well) or yourself (if you are watching alone, like me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's also the tiny love triangle between (of?) Swayer, Kate and Jack to satisfy the girl in me. Humor usually comes in the form of Hurley and the nicknames Swayer uses to call people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the little surprises that totally blows you away! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My expectations for Lost is slowly building up again. So hopefully, it will not disappoint me and squash those expectations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's Lost for you? Love it? Hate it? Can't be bothered about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SCz8BFvPWVI/AAAAAAAABTM/SvD9BwV6NIY/s1600-h/Lost_Promo_Banner_by_Dragavan.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SCz8BFvPWVI/AAAAAAAABTM/SvD9BwV6NIY/s320/Lost_Promo_Banner_by_Dragavan.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200808765356464466" 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/8185194963186027393-8355875560448220959?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8355875560448220959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=8355875560448220959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8355875560448220959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/8355875560448220959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-lost-is-so-good.html' title='Why Lost is so good?'/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/SCzvZ1vPWUI/AAAAAAAABTE/TGq0qB6gt3I/s72-c/LOST_by_Bu113t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8185194963186027393.post-5800785058223718069</id><published>2008-05-16T00:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T00:29:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sneaked online tonight to watch an episode of Lost. i have to say season 3 is slightly better than season 2! okay, MUCH better. season 2 was pretty much crap. i think i skipped half the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they buried them alive? *horrors*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8185194963186027393-5800785058223718069?l=giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5800785058223718069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8185194963186027393&amp;postID=5800785058223718069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5800785058223718069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8185194963186027393/posts/default/5800785058223718069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://giraffeswithheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-sneaked-online-tonight-to-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>shans(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01467578978107397098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iGyyboUe6Mk/R7A6q3QwujI/AAAAAAAAA5I/nALISSKYZcM/S220/P1060234.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
