<?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-9097991400115866824</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:57:16.355+08:00</updated><category term='Really short ones'/><category term='Good Stuff'/><category term='themeparks'/><category term='Jnr Club'/><category term='Self-evaluation'/><category term='BLAH'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='Off Days'/><category term='My ROD deserves one label on its own'/><category term='STEP'/><category term='retail'/><category term='YVIP'/><category term='MUN'/><category term='Exam Chronicles'/><category term='Lesser Art'/><category term='the foreign'/><category term='imo'/><category term='Photoblog'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Wails'/><category term='Questionaires'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='RVNP'/><category term='musings'/><category term='Chitter'/><category term='Literary Works'/><category term='one for the ears'/><category term='Holidaaay'/><title type='text'>LIP SOCKS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-5855166688069395126</id><published>2009-04-13T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:21:54.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO BLOG DEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REDIRECT SELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-5855166688069395126?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5855166688069395126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=5855166688069395126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5855166688069395126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5855166688069395126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-blog-dead-redirect-self-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-3223144240692648361</id><published>2009-02-01T22:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:39:57.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retail'/><title type='text'>TRAIN CASES FOR EVERYTHING!</title><content type='html'>I am in love with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;train cases&lt;/span&gt;! I love the tissue box shape, the convenient handle, and the HUGE WHOLLY SPACE inside them :D I was so very prepared to purchase this tissue box in rasant and crystal, all USD 75 and hefty shipping charges, UNTIL I found out that juicy doesn't do international shipping &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYWsecXG6tI/AAAAAAAAAZU/l_mwkoecz-o/s1600-h/juicy+oblong.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYWsecXG6tI/AAAAAAAAAZU/l_mwkoecz-o/s400/juicy+oblong.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297830175680424658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I decided to do more research and found this outlet that does international shipping anywhere any item for a flat rate of USD 10! But woe is me, the train case was not available there. Then I found this similarly gorgeous square train case in candy colours, forgot to add it to bag and went out to the park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYWrVWRqtDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/O84vVP9BNmU/s1600-h/couture+train+case.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYWrVWRqtDI/AAAAAAAAAZM/O84vVP9BNmU/s400/couture+train+case.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297828919916540978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Came back to find it already out of stock! SOB SOB.&lt;br /&gt;But I refuse to relent and mobilized eight search windows for pritty train cases. Billabong women's had train cases but they're cake-shaped and the rest were far too professional. It's so difficult to look for train cases even online! Meh ):&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYWwr4GhtEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nf-RVktkbhs/s1600-h/david+goliath+train+case+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYWwr4GhtEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nf-RVktkbhs/s400/david+goliath+train+case+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297834804511880258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYWyxEhKKDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Kn6Z8MbQhtw/s1600-h/david+goliath+train+case+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYWyxEhKKDI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Kn6Z8MbQhtw/s400/david+goliath+train+case+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297837092767410226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I discovered these on David&amp;amp;Goliath USA! Bright pretsy coloured train cases among other adorable notebooks and tees HOHO placed my order already (: I feel so accomplished!&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/9097991400115866824-3223144240692648361?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3223144240692648361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=3223144240692648361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/3223144240692648361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/3223144240692648361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2009/02/train-cases-for-everything.html' title='TRAIN CASES FOR EVERYTHING!'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYWsecXG6tI/AAAAAAAAAZU/l_mwkoecz-o/s72-c/juicy+oblong.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-4111826286080479872</id><published>2009-01-31T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:23:54.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesser Art'/><title type='text'>Why I would fail art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYPCWwNRWqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/BVyvhmoaT3o/s1600-h/DSC02639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYPCWwNRWqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/BVyvhmoaT3o/s400/DSC02639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297291282871311010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. I procrasinate drawing (this was due on 14/01)&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't draw a decent fairy&lt;br /&gt;3. My most fairy-like fairies are those blue and pink things.&lt;br /&gt;4. R says they look like butterflies with stunted human bodies (!)&lt;br /&gt;5. There are no male fairies but I still draw them.&lt;br /&gt;6. Can you even tell that the central thing is a female fairy?&lt;br /&gt;7. The wings are placed too low on her body&lt;br /&gt;8. THE HANDS SUCK I KNOW I KNOW ):&lt;br /&gt;9. Her legs are sticking out at the wrong places&lt;br /&gt;10. The rose she is holding looks like poop on a satay stick to the general unemotional population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISMAL DISMAL I shall go and die now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-4111826286080479872?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4111826286080479872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=4111826286080479872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/4111826286080479872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/4111826286080479872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-i-would-fail-art.html' title='Why I would fail art'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYPCWwNRWqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/BVyvhmoaT3o/s72-c/DSC02639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-7477409254409289171</id><published>2009-01-30T22:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:12:30.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><title type='text'>I could be a supermodel or Norman Mailer</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/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYPBPofrg5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/OYdJA5T7W84/s1600-h/FEL+CHIN+OMG%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYPBPofrg5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/OYdJA5T7W84/s400/FEL+CHIN+OMG%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297290061030327186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I feel optimistic, and happy even though my listed weekend homework spills out of the daily column in the organizer. Because hollyhoque released a super chio new collection; I didn't get caught for not doing my tutorials because i didn't have math lessons AT ALL THIS WEEK :D; I met Felicia Chin at cold storage with weilin &amp;amp; bravo annies who ran after her while I cowered at the fruit juices compartments; melted cheese binges with wooytie and my classmates at LJS; because laulau is back at school and I get to witness a certain bio teacher's extreme affection for my male classmate. What reason is there not to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES THERE IS: Interval training. I haven't been flushed like this for a whole year already and even when I run thinking that I'm going to trip and fall on my face and every step continually whacks at my pathetic lung capacity, I still make under 2 minutes on the clock but my bloody heart rate is ONLY 136 wtfwtf. I got my head pounding and muscle aches to look forward to and I still miss the 142 training rate?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my heart is like naturally calm or something. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiles smugly at everyone with palpitating hearts and sweaty palms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-7477409254409289171?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7477409254409289171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=7477409254409289171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7477409254409289171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7477409254409289171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-optimistic-and-happy-even-though.html' title='I could be a supermodel or Norman Mailer'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SYPBPofrg5I/AAAAAAAAAY0/OYdJA5T7W84/s72-c/FEL+CHIN+OMG%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-2919099032307379204</id><published>2009-01-24T19:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:15:11.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RVNP'/><title type='text'>morbid curiosities</title><content type='html'>I can feel one of those metal brackets on my upper right molar going loose, but I LIKE GUAVAS SO VERY MUCHLY! and weikai is already on his retainers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 2AM the past two days primarily because I was headed for the flower patch everyday after school, pushed pebbles into the soil, wrote in the back of the organizer (now you know where to raid) for as long as the sun took to set, for reasons that elude myself, maybe for somebody or some things. Then headed home via the back way, put dinner into my tum, walked around the house with the phone to my ear and only started writing my CWE at 11PM. Which turned out to be a horrible piece of work because I ended it "abruptly", as tuyan comments, in an effort to go to sleep early. Early being 2.15AM, after going on MSN and finding nobody but a few owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickson &lt;strike&gt;went&lt;/strike&gt; said he was going offline and disconnected me! Okay he didn't, it's just my computer. Now he's asking me school related q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped writing cos I had to go out to dinner. Had pepper lunch for the first time with squaddies at taka after cny celebrations yesterday and unleashed my inner noob onto yueting's food by cooking it for her and leaving the middles of the chicken raw. Yeah, thats me, the next martha stewart. Then I dragged the poor things to go shopping for a wallet with me and saw some pretty ones at rafflescity that i might go back to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met laulau at the library today and looked through her photos of the HC Science camp thingy on her new phone. So prettay! I also want a new phone gee (: But I can't seem to find any pretty ones by nokia and SE so I might be veering toward LG &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gags at memory of first phone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in a half mess now, rapidly growing backlog of work and still CNY to go, people to keep in touch with, with things like enunciation and speed of thought to improve on, and thank goodness, jokes to laugh at (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday friends&lt;br /&gt;retreat back into the photo albums they came from&lt;br /&gt;the december sun&lt;br /&gt;could only hold so much in its embrace,&lt;br /&gt;and has shied away&lt;br /&gt;behind looming school buildings&lt;br /&gt;and its charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sand pulled like a rug from under your feet&lt;br /&gt;then returned to the shore, and&lt;br /&gt;children, not unlike us, frolicking in the sea&lt;br /&gt;mouths engulfed by&lt;br /&gt;slow, large, foamy waves bringing&lt;br /&gt;the salt&lt;br /&gt;that gatecrashed your words,&lt;br /&gt;framed the corners of your smile;&lt;br /&gt;but the aftertaste left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_______________&lt;/span&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;tastebuds; expectations; perspectives&lt;br /&gt;never the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all want to get kissed in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;lie in the grass&lt;br /&gt;and catch planes with our fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;onto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;___&lt;/span&gt;jump&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;lilypads&lt;br /&gt;and walk to the end of a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time and again&lt;br /&gt;only to find the pot of gold&lt;br /&gt;is on the other side&lt;br /&gt;and the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-2919099032307379204?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2919099032307379204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=2919099032307379204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2919099032307379204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2919099032307379204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/morbid-curiosities.html' title='morbid curiosities'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-7201949928204811986</id><published>2009-01-18T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:20:24.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLAH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RVNP'/><title type='text'>I think, therefore I am</title><content type='html'>Hi you people who read but never comment (unless someone is playing with the counter), I fell asleep in bio lab last week, woke late and missed the anniversary celebrations altogether, called my history teacher the wrong name and I've only been to two days of formal school this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the stack of notes that I am told that I have to lug around everyday, and I am not very excited about lab because i suck at drawing every kind of table other than the real one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sighs loudly&lt;/span&gt; why did I not take humanities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this note-reading and hour forty lab sessions better land me somewhere earning big bucks tsk. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you guys (sqdmates and leong who organised the movie outing) cos I left my phone home and went to my aunt's house to eat like every kind of cny cookie that left me feeling a whole lot better, never mind that I'm prolly flabby all over already :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-7201949928204811986?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7201949928204811986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=7201949928204811986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7201949928204811986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7201949928204811986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-therefore-i-am.html' title='I think, therefore I am'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-7814186478065114725</id><published>2009-01-12T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:08:10.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Chronicles'/><title type='text'>高级华文！</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SWtVIdMK9gI/AAAAAAAAAXY/W7xBBKHUeOQ/s1600-h/pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SWtVIdMK9gI/AAAAAAAAAXY/W7xBBKHUeOQ/s320/pix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290415791039772162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would like to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank&lt;/span&gt;: Hester Geraldine Eileen Jun Yi Jhosy Winata Lydia Rachael Kaylene Tu Yan Dong Qi Tie Hong, especially ANGHUISHAN &amp;amp; MS. LOO ; everybody who helped or attempted to help with my &lt;strike&gt;atrociously bad&lt;/strike&gt; chinese these whole four years because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE PASSED MY O LEVELS HCL WITH SUPER HAPPY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;YELLOW BANANA&lt;/span&gt; COLOURS! In the omg-now-i-really-have-to-jump-over-the-moon way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it offering your chinese spelling answers within my eyespan, patiently explaining to me the meaning of the commonest four word phrase ever, reading out the compre questions to me, constantly telling me what every blardy term in zonghetiankong meant (tiehong!) or just forwarding your completed duhougan to me, my chinese intellect has apparently grown under all ye gracious tutelage and I haven't forgotten (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANGHUISHAN&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for trying to and successfully communicating to me in chinese, you have been a great help I never expected to have, and reading the shaonianwenzhai magazine so enthusiastically (haha now everybody knows!) so that I have the motivation to look at the captions below the pictures for every issue. Thanks a mil for giving me the-chinese-mood before the papers cos the relief teacher couldn't do shit to help me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MS. LOO&lt;/span&gt; Everybody says you've been slacky and you probably burnt all our zuowens that you never returned to us but I think you are fantastic. Thanks for simply looking at my essays from another perspective and letting me know my chinese was not a lost cause (: You have no idea how much it helped compared to the feedback i had from my &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chinese teachers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;narrows eyes&lt;/span&gt;. I am glad I went for the last year of chinese remedials (yes darlings i've been on the list for chinese remedial since the first week of sec 1, i think i've got the gold membership already) cos I learnt so much more there than during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well people, this has marked the end of my academic chinese life and no, I am not making forays into this area of study any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Charmaine and her A walked happily into the sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;完&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/9097991400115866824-7814186478065114725?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7814186478065114725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=7814186478065114725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7814186478065114725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7814186478065114725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='高级华文！'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SWtVIdMK9gI/AAAAAAAAAXY/W7xBBKHUeOQ/s72-c/pix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-2929853072469306847</id><published>2009-01-08T22:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:34:49.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RVNP'/><title type='text'>2am - 11am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dress&lt;/span&gt; that will "take me through a date, a work meeting, a girls' night out and a tea session with the Queen of England" :D It's imported from London because my mom thinks Londoners dress very sophisticatedly and sensibly. It's black with a pleated bottom and two cute faux straps at the waist with big white cloth buttons. And it matches the beautiful necklace laulau gifted me! The only thing I dont quite like about it is that it's sleeveless. Otherwise it would be perfect. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raffles Town Club&lt;/span&gt;: The Dunearn Ballroom sometime back for my gorgeous model cousin's wedding and I loved the place + service! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They had cute guys handing out drinks and serving the food ehhe. Nat and I took pictures with the Edward Room and Victoria Room HAHAH. We attended the cocktail reception, but before that my sisters followed the wedding entourage around for the photo shoot and two huge lunch buffets while I was earning moolah -.- Chelsea is the flower girl for this wedding, along with another cute little boy in a tux and they got to throw rose petals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their whole wedding theme was amazing. The organizers did up a wedding poster that resembled the "Coming Soon" billboards in theatres right outside the door, which was really impressive. Typical nine-course dinner and souvenirs aside, I loved every single one of her gowns and I would like one with a corset! The toilet at the Club is so grand, the sinks area is bigger than the size of my bedroom with marble tiling, huge ceiling-to-floor mirrors and gold autotaps with autosoap. Good for camwhoring i say ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Squad chalet&lt;/span&gt; was like well, all the squad chalets in previous years. Just a whole lot cosier and uh picked up loads of card games this time round thanks to leong who kept jumping in clarine's face to ask her to play bridge. Tried my hand at barbequeing chicken wings and lets just say they didn't turn out very nice so I decided to stick to buttering everything and leave the food cooking to the pro people (: We all watched the finale of The Little Nonya together! Horrible ending though. Squaddies still have the bad habit of renting horror movies so I sat through The Strangers with a pillow and zimin's chinese doggy book. I felt the plot was very absurd and outlandish but being the gutless person that I am I was still freaked out. Weikai Edward beside me let out a huge shaky gasp when he thought the masked men were going to appear and I totally screamed. Glad next door didnt kick us out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I still owe brytan 6 reflection essays sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-2929853072469306847?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2929853072469306847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=2929853072469306847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2929853072469306847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2929853072469306847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-did-it.html' title='2am - 11am'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-1834593309362485774</id><published>2009-01-02T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:31:26.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-evaluation'/><title type='text'>hello, oh nine!</title><content type='html'>Keeping late nights are a bad habit. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;scowls at monitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm lets see. I went back to school the second time this hols for debates training with Joshua. I remember feeling frustrated, hurried, frazzled in the morning because I could not find some linkages I needed. After which I had my first lunch at the sky garden in Vivocity with the el peeps, fairly pleasant and was thoroughly amused by an sms with horrigible spelling! Yijin weilin jeremiah joshua spent the rest of db8s playing bridge while I stoned and picked up a few things. I sincerely apologize to Yijin for folding paper flowers out of his stats sheet and eating all the important numbers! ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent New Year's Eve sleeping in and went for a family lunch at Jack's Place. I only liked their seafood chowder soup! Actually I like seafood chowder soup everywhere, period. The fish and chicken were very average (for the price we were paying!!) and they replaced broccoli for sweet corn that I am very unhappy about because I like having greens on my plate. Yeah to all you veggie-haters, eat dust! I came home, slept some more and had Teochew cuisine for dinner, threw some stuff out and watched Maid In Manhattan after the new year craze was over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beat because I bulldozed through the twilight saga this week and no doubt I have complains, esp. her theory about vamp killing and the fact that I simply cannot comprehend why Edward Cullen has legions of fans. The age issue should turn one off already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Alice the best and well I admire Charlie the most. Thrown unsuspecting into the heat (or rather, the cold) of the whole vamp wreck, he is unperturbed by Bella's hatred for Forks, submitting to her crazy demands, accepting her ancient boyfriend, sudden marriage and pregnancy; not asking ANY questions the whole time and being sane. I could not have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm while on the topic of self-control, here are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolutions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To manage my finances and control my expenses. &lt;br /&gt;A rough gauge of how much I've spent this holiday would be close to four hundred dollars. Funny how money disappears so quickly when I go out *rolls eyes* And I didn't even go on a shopping spree! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Exercise regularly, vigorously.&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling very unhealthy, and I must have been through about a gallon of coke, fries and what not, with all that fast-food. The occasional run does not seem to do any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Read more non-fiction.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how much I abhor non fiction and how quickly I'd embrace even the lousiest story when placed between both. SO PICK UP THEWORLDISFLAT AND FINISH IT CHARMAINE! It'll prolly be my last book because I'm going to face a lifetime ban from the library when school reopens :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-1834593309362485774?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1834593309362485774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=1834593309362485774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/1834593309362485774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/1834593309362485774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-oh-nine.html' title='hello, oh nine!'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-7579030481067133925</id><published>2008-12-29T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:01:58.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>Glass Hall, Singapore Arts Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SVhOdd2S8kI/AAAAAAAAAXA/znMnSUjlM1M/s1600-h/Picture+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SVhOdd2S8kI/AAAAAAAAAXA/znMnSUjlM1M/s400/Picture+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285060430854812226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camwhore attempt #82975928&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SVhOdMj88yI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mTiu6XXkckE/s1600-h/DSC02467+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SVhOdMj88yI/AAAAAAAAAW4/mTiu6XXkckE/s400/DSC02467+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285060426214470434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding cake = Adorable tiers of cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SVjHABvUXrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/P62INtiF5nA/s1600-h/DSC02452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SVjHABvUXrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/P62INtiF5nA/s400/DSC02452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285192966000107186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite items of the whole menu:&lt;br /&gt;Fresh prawns, crispy salmon in Hong Kong style,&lt;br /&gt;Sauteed Broccoli with Enoki Mushrooms topped with Wolfberry&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/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SVjJAsuuEII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/e5qglctDX3M/s1600-h/WolfberryRZPicture176_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SVjJAsuuEII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/e5qglctDX3M/s200/WolfberryRZPicture176_000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285195176563576962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found out the name of the red ditty things in my soup - wolfberry! IMHO they taste great and should be eaten with everything :)&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/9097991400115866824-7579030481067133925?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7579030481067133925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=7579030481067133925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7579030481067133925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7579030481067133925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/glass-hall-singapore-arts-museum.html' title='Glass Hall, Singapore Arts Museum'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SVhOdd2S8kI/AAAAAAAAAXA/znMnSUjlM1M/s72-c/Picture+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-2213694713176381822</id><published>2008-12-27T21:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:50:32.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one for the ears'/><title type='text'>lace up your shoes AYO AYOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RjO6CHmd-bg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RjO6CHmd-bg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lead singer isn't the least attractive but it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RUN BABY RUN &lt;br /&gt;dont ever look back&lt;br /&gt;they'll tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;if &lt;br /&gt;you give them the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the anti-depressants in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-2213694713176381822?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2213694713176381822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=2213694713176381822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2213694713176381822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2213694713176381822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/lace-up-your-shoes-ayo-ayoo.html' title='lace up your shoes AYO AYOO'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-2688892138356745500</id><published>2008-12-23T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:48:19.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jnr Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YVIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>my radar under blizzard, hailstorm, snowflakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; IN ADVANCE TO ALL! :D&lt;br /&gt;Few events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YSP Camp during YVIP attachment exchange prog!&lt;br /&gt;Station Games @ ECP with ACJC organisers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviYj7pvI/AAAAAAAAABU/aWWF7bHFpso/s1600-h/ysp+camp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviYj7pvI/AAAAAAAAABU/aWWF7bHFpso/s400/ysp+camp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985736893343474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin - winata's stalker, Chinyang, Junyi, Calvin&lt;br /&gt;Winata, Lihui - the object of affection &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are all closet paedophiles (except for junyi who is very open about it!) and Zona who is decent is not in the photo ;D Everybody was all smiles because we treated the kids to ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviV-XeiI/AAAAAAAAABM/1ASeF0LRB0E/s1600-h/DSC02409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviV-XeiI/AAAAAAAAABM/1ASeF0LRB0E/s400/DSC02409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985736198912546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Zona turned slightly paedophilic at night gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviCydXSI/AAAAAAAAABE/inFD-xEAun0/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviCydXSI/AAAAAAAAABE/inFD-xEAun0/s400/DSC02411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985731048693026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sudden urge to go vegan after that meal!&lt;br /&gt;But not anymore heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lunch Outing w/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAULAU&lt;/span&gt;:  My sandal strap tore off while I was walking in puddles from MYMCA to payalebar mrt so I was half barefooted on the train till bugis where I got a new pair of flats :D And we went shoppinggggg! Tried on loads of clothes, was very fun despite all the crowds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Med JNR CLUB outing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviJxOw1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/CMp05HSNeZE/s1600-h/DSC02415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviJxOw1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/CMp05HSNeZE/s400/DSC02415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985732922590034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY PINK NO. 4! + Esmond's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being pool addicts (blame clubmed!) we went to this super ulu mall in katong to play pool at like, 11am, while Dawn &amp;amp; I sat and froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDvh6bYh_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/282vUWXYPsY/s1600-h/DSC02416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDvh6bYh_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/282vUWXYPsY/s400/DSC02416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985728804423666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike calls this imba thing a spyder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrxJm_L4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nwdiDGOIEZo/s1600-h/DSC02420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrxJm_L4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/nwdiDGOIEZo/s400/DSC02420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282981592531152770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which works well for everybody except sean, because the white ball likes to evade him :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrxE0G_jI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Fak30DHL7xI/s1600-h/DSC02423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrxE0G_jI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Fak30DHL7xI/s400/DSC02423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282981591244013106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can vaguely see all of them acting emo by the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we &lt;u&gt;walked&lt;/u&gt; ECP w/o dawn because she was on Mission Romantic and rented bikes! We passed by the Bougainvillea Garden (from YSP station games!) and I suggested dragging our bikes up and spiralling down and it was super fun until I jammed my right brake first(and ivan was consistently reminding us NOT to) and FLEW OFF MY BIKE ): Tore a hole in my pants and got suaned by mike:&lt;br /&gt;"What are those things in front of you?" "Brakes?" "Use them!" "I know I pressed the wrong one!" "T.T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrw11xKjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M4rhzoEhMlM/s1600-h/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrw11xKjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/M4rhzoEhMlM/s400/DSC02425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282981587224439346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan's trident ice cream cone!&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty jealous of Isaac's chocolate sundae because I can't eat the chocolate syrup &amp;amp; had to get the strawberry flavour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrwzkk9eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2hcBS8oT-Hg/s1600-h/DSC02426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDrwzkk9eI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2hcBS8oT-Hg/s400/DSC02426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282981586615465442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber cool packaging (for a beanie) that I found in Mike's bag of gifts while we were on a cab (again), then I watched half of Wall-E on Mike's X-fi while on train ride from Kembangan which is fricking far but made a lot better by staring at cute robots (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Would like to say &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;THANKYOU SO VERY MUCH&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dawn, Sean, Michael, Ivan, Isaac, Eugene &amp;amp; Esmond&lt;/span&gt; for the X'mas gifts! Not going to open them till Christmas morning so... will update when the time comes =D&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/9097991400115866824-2688892138356745500?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2688892138356745500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=2688892138356745500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2688892138356745500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2688892138356745500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-radar-under-blizzard-hailstorm.html' title='my radar under blizzard, hailstorm, snowflakes'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LfCJSNP7PrE/SVDviYj7pvI/AAAAAAAAABU/aWWF7bHFpso/s72-c/ysp+camp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-750290103624713304</id><published>2008-12-15T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:05:38.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YVIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='themeparks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidaaay'/><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Well it's been long. Really long, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you read the prev. post), this is my 3RD-day-to-sit-at-home, and only because I'm down with &lt;strike&gt;a really bad sore throat&lt;/strike&gt; it was actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;food poisoning&lt;/span&gt; from the steamboat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gasp&lt;/span&gt; i had all kinds of different coloured stools and so im missing another day of attachment at MYMCA ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I sort of left my com tucked somewhere under my pile of reading material (which i'm proud to say i'm done with half of!) for this.. 3/4 month? And only realised when Kay &amp;amp; Angel asked me "have you seen _____'s facebook profile??" yesterday at the steamboat outing. Well RAH no I haven't been on fb and msn in eons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, I had loads of fun at YV camp, made a new bunch of friends, and um spent a huge amount of time with Winata, including waking up beside her every morning and sharing the same bathing cubicle to the horror of.. everyone else :D I had this guy TF named Shawn as my mortal in the angelandmortal game and for DAYS my peg was empty and miserable but his gift was so cute! There was this huge box of tiny panda biscuits that I couldn't resist opening and shared it with my buddy group =D Oh, had Edmund for my TF so you can imagine how full-of-shit my camp days were, and eh the gross rotten banana + mudslides + waterbombing + jianqin's split pants + spartanshizz at station games! Can you believe our TFs made olivia, me and leong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mutes &lt;/span&gt;during the disability challenge? They must think we talk too much :( That was three hours of torture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunway Hotel was marvellous. 5 minute walk to Pyramid Shopping Mall with all the retail goodness and Christmas trees EVERYWHERE! I took photos with green, white, auburn ones and this CLASSY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACK &lt;/span&gt;tree :D But the sony tseries handbook is unexpectedly un-user-friendly so &gt;:( no pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my room view was the entire theme park ^^ Spent one day shopping, we were hoping to get loads of cheap stuff but looks like they revamped the place since 10 years ago, so we got stuff from all the expensive places. Took photo with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Santa&lt;/span&gt; and went on a earring spree (bought really pretty dangly ones that I'm prolly never going to wear) because they were on sale: &lt;u&gt;4 pairs for RM10&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day spent at the theme park turned out to be an exhilarating experience? My sister dragged me onto the worst rides at the amusement park. I have NO IDEA why they call it an AMUSEMENT park it should be fricking called DANGEROUS FOR PEOPLE WITH NO GUTS. Like me. I suppose it should ring an ALARM bell when the ride's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pirate's Revenge&lt;/span&gt;? Wtheck the woman at the gate told me,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no, not scary la, they go very slow one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What bull&lt;/span&gt; i tell you. I regretted it the very moment I sat in that brown seat, tucked my head in and screamed for my life when the thing went 180 degrees, then the full turn on me. The worst thing is they hold you there for 10 seconds at that 180 degrees position, "to let you see the world in another way", well, no i decided I &lt;b&gt;do not&lt;/b&gt; like looking at things upside down, much less facing a plump, happy and screaming Filipino woman. Couldn't see straight when i got down x.x Went for the water park after that, de jevu at the man-made beach with the currents, awesome fun at the water playground, horrible water slides that I had to go on with my sister the daredevil -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yeah and right the next day I was back for attachment, went for this xmas celebration at Trinity Paya Lebar and interacted with many elderly people, including this granny who told me like, everything there was to know about her ever since the minute I sat down. I might have missed a few lines here and there but yeah fun experience! Can't get over the fact that Amos thinks my winter tree stencils look like ph-ll-s-ses, but snow-painted onto the doors of MYMCA nonetheless (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm yeah Survivor Gabon is on now so bye yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-750290103624713304?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/750290103624713304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=750290103624713304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/750290103624713304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/750290103624713304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-its-been-long.html' title='-'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-2679805724306961936</id><published>2008-11-26T18:28:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:41:09.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jnr Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidaaay'/><title type='text'>a very, long, recount</title><content type='html'>Loads of people are on gpp now so i shouldn't really have anyone to go out with and since i don't have to go back to school AT ALL like omgyayness technically i should be spending my holiday pigging out at home with my telly + books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUDDEN NO :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;05/11 learningsymp prepwork till laaaate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;06/11 learning symposium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;07/11 report card day, lunch with 4D girls, shoeshopping with laulau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;08/11 SL BBQ dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;09/11 earn moolah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10/11 - 14/11 CLUB MED &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;15/11 earn moolah&lt;div&gt;16/11 jr clubmed outing at which i blew 42 moolahs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17/11 FIRST DAY I GOT TO SIT AT HOME OMG spent it catching up on lost sleep and wordchallenging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18/11 thimun-sg registration, madagascar II then dinner with jrecl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19/11 - 22/11 THIMUN! fit in a breakfast + very late dinners + gossip sessions + tuitionclass bbq + D&amp;amp;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23/11 earn moolah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24/11 SECOND DAY TO SIT AT HOME! spent the whole day packing my room so i could finally walk through it without tripping over something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25/11 jr clubmed outing #2 details later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26/11 lunch w/laulau and evil twin tees! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27/11 - 28/11 VR Classroom exhibit @ Suntec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29/11 earn moolah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30/11 pack for camp &amp;amp; travel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued from prev. post about thimun-sg, DAY FIVE:&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/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFLFmW2DTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VttvU1k_qWE/s1600-h/IMG_7500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFLFmW2DTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VttvU1k_qWE/s400/IMG_7500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274079198195354930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sirui priscillia shuhui ruolan grace rachyee&lt;br /&gt;winata charmaine wayne rachwong xueqiang&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/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFKmjPcWeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/odiJhswOwBE/s1600-h/DSC06755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFKmjPcWeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/odiJhswOwBE/s400/DSC06755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274078664783059426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rachel Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFN7lFOBKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/QNSuXMguK9A/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFN7lFOBKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/QNSuXMguK9A/s400/DSC01324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274082324589184162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECOSOC ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFMwA8IW5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/VDmbKltOJD4/s1600-h/n748259257_1736670_2712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFMwA8IW5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/VDmbKltOJD4/s400/n748259257_1736670_2712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274081026397199250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At KAP for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFN6-5c5mI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6_movWwRDHI/s1600-h/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFN6-5c5mI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6_movWwRDHI/s400/DSC01321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274082314339280482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia &amp;amp; I with fading rainbow in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways on 25th Nov, JNR CLUB went ICESKATING @ Kallang Leisure Park!&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/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SS1jS7MsnyI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aUKF3tl_33g/s1600-h/DSC02359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SS1jS7MsnyI/AAAAAAAAAVI/aUKF3tl_33g/s400/DSC02359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272979915500461858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Issac Sulin Christina Dawn&lt;br /&gt;Sean Michael Ivan Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;T'was a superb experience and I'm pretty sure the rest will agree :D After free braking and speedskate lessons from mike (who got a speeding ticket HAHA for going too fast!) and constant help from sulin I can zip around the crowded rink and swerve :D I think dawn learnt to iceskate pretty damn quick and isaac &amp;amp; sean only have their high centre of gravity to blame ehehehe! But that point isn't proven cos ivan's screams (that shook the rink like every 5 minutes!) stand evident of his instability on ice lol (: But we all learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFN7kWZkfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nyP9bqHb78s/s1600-h/DSC01325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFN7kWZkfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nyP9bqHb78s/s400/DSC01325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274082324392808946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are probably the only people in the arcade at like 11am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFPX0l0BLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/p0H9FPNa0Sg/s1600-h/DSC01326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFPX0l0BLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/p0H9FPNa0Sg/s400/DSC01326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274083909300389042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have an unusual fetish for rubber swords i swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;28-29th Nov: PSL21 Learning Convention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFEwSK3gJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZvXRRt2H378/s1600-h/DSC01342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFEwSK3gJI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZvXRRt2H378/s400/DSC01342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274072234929389714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Pan Rita Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;Hester Qiyuan Guokai Edwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mmm place was not bad, we had direct access to this small dark carpeted alley behind the convention hall that we used for coffee and breakfast breaks heh! Now after ushering and talking to like 50 people over two days, I can tell you tons about anaglyphs, virtual reality, polarising filters, superimposition and yeah loaaaads of other sciencey stuff that I learnt from the prozai people there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this one caucasian man to take around our booth and so our conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello, would you like me to take you around our 3D immersive classroom?&lt;br /&gt;Man: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's great, how can I address you?&lt;br /&gt;Man: Oh, just call me Dominic (wa so casual)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, so we have this 3D movie screening inside... Begins to talk about techy stuff like I did to all other patrons.&lt;br /&gt;Man: So what about the cost of this project?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not too sure but I can refer you to my teacher, Mr. Chow.&lt;br /&gt;Man: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: Hello, I'm Dominic.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chow: Hello, I'm Mr. Chow and where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Man: I'm from the PRIME MINISTER'S OFFICE *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *gapes big-time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFEwO4DEjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mjMnBRGuvnQ/s1600-h/DSC01350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFEwO4DEjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mjMnBRGuvnQ/s400/DSC01350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274072234045149746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked for two helium balloons at the other booth and the woman gave us the whole bunch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFN75gMdbI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pUJdAIJVZvA/s1600-h/28112008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFN75gMdbI/AAAAAAAAAWg/pUJdAIJVZvA/s400/28112008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274082330071037362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laulau &amp;amp; I with the X'mas tree (and AYCS I'm taller than her alr wee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Laulau was lecturing me for borrowing Lolita from zhixiang because I have five other thick intelligent reading materials that I haven't really started on yet ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah i'll be off to YV camp the day after tomorrow and therefore missing rmun bbq :/ and back for like maybe 6hours before going out of town. Then I have several small ditty outings/events after and things like dental appointments and workout days... then x'mas! Reminds me of the gayswans proj last year let's do doves this year jrecl! (: mm k jo's here, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I am not planning to get a tagboard anytime soon so, dont be lazy and COMMENT! Because our msn convos revolve around my blog post too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-2679805724306961936?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2679805724306961936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=2679805724306961936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2679805724306961936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2679805724306961936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/very-long-recount.html' title='a very, long, recount'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/STFLFmW2DTI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VttvU1k_qWE/s72-c/IMG_7500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-5218071549406865537</id><published>2008-11-18T21:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:28:07.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MUN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidaaay'/><title type='text'>WE LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!</title><content type='html'>THIMUN was funnnnnnnnnnn (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY ONE: After Registration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSLALqpU2oI/AAAAAAAAATY/tEQvylPhVC4/s1600-h/18112008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269985820635617922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSLALqpU2oI/AAAAAAAAATY/tEQvylPhVC4/s400/18112008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Plaza Sing for lunch&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSK_foMiZBI/AAAAAAAAATI/zMt5lC1yR-U/s1600-h/DSC02663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269985064063755282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSK_foMiZBI/AAAAAAAAATI/zMt5lC1yR-U/s400/DSC02663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and watched Madagascar! Delegation: Madagascar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269985060382477890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSK_fae2jkI/AAAAAAAAATA/WoGlWejoMCw/s400/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" /&gt; @ rachyee's place playing pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSK_fWwjkrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OVMHbSXlxpc/s1600-h/DSC01258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269985059382989490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSK_fWwjkrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OVMHbSXlxpc/s400/DSC01258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rachwong &amp;amp; i were happy on the seesaw.. until&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSK_fFOvY9I/AAAAAAAAASw/NNDmqzUPm68/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269985054677754834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSK_fFOvY9I/AAAAAAAAASw/NNDmqzUPm68/s400/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waynechum decided to come and stand on it blearghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAY TWO: OPENING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met Mike @ kap for breakfast (okay in a not-so-nice way it's something like dragging him out? heh!) and we had time to talk about a few things over ice milo then he saw my entry pass and he was like "OH SO YOURE MADAGASCAR? HAHAHAH!" before trying to guide me to HCI then brytan called to hurry me eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271149312052520546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbiXx7vZmI/AAAAAAAAATg/IxrXYfDUWw0/s400/DSC01260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I met a really nice group of people (yes considering the fact that I was a whole hour late into lobbying and that rachwong eloped with my reso) and had a lot of names and faces to remember by the time it was opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271149318301173202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbiYJNiRdI/AAAAAAAAATo/kbZ7VD7S9QQ/s400/DSC01263.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We are SOOPER efficient cos we sent our reso to the approval panel like, before lunch, so we spent lobbying time after that socialising and I schmoozed with a few fun people! &lt;br /&gt;We camwhored but not with my camera so (:&lt;br /&gt;OMG I just realised that I don't have any photo of rachwong &amp;amp; wayne &amp;amp; me although we're in ECOSOC tgt x.x MUST TAKE TMRW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAY THREE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271149323158073762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbiYbTgsaI/AAAAAAAAATw/iEZbRAsgx7s/s400/DSC06557.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Above from left: Sirui Winata Rachyee Xq Wayne Grace Pris Ruolan Shushu xD&lt;br /&gt;Bottom from Left: Olivia I Rachwong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271149322449289474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbiYYqhgQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/lp_ohSdmwwU/s400/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECOSOC's location was the HC Drama Centre, pretty place with comfortable seats (: I didn't quite like our Chair because he was being anal and rigid about like, everything oh but I loved our Deputy Chairs we do underhanded things tgt! I made a speech, it was supposed to have like a dramatic beginning, impactful ending, and content in the middle but I got cut-off halfway and so I only managed the start and end. Everybody told me they felt very convinced but I was wondering, what exactly were they convinced of since I didn't mention ANY content at all! Either way, Resolution 3-1 on Mercury Pollution: PASSED! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kindof slept through the others, abandoned rach and migrated to Wayne @ UNHCHR and met this Venezuelan-Japanese-Spanish-Chinese beauty (mental note: must take photo with her tmrw!) representing UNFPA, and two Taiwanese guys representing UK and we watched movies on MUTE on his laptop =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAY FOUR: DEBATES + D&amp;amp;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271149327347729730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbiYq6ZxUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/b94WK0lBOEA/s400/DSC01265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was veryvery sian today and I fell asleep like 3 times but rach was very alert so =D Check out the above, cos apparently someone was extremely bored as well! "Your newest movie is so funny!" Haha yes, our movie. Now lets MOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271151428503325506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbkS-U7y0I/AAAAAAAAAUI/o2h9GJ7ASz8/s400/DSC01268.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The D&amp;amp;D was at Orchidville, this ulu place with a huge dining area and dancing hall + stage and we had fabulous dinner and this was taken before the lights dimmed and people started jumping onto the stage and wagging their booties off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271151427204146098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbkS5fL47I/AAAAAAAAAUY/r7Neg-fbWlg/s400/DSC01287.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I &amp;amp; the overdressed/wronglydressedforpartying Winata + Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271151428225688018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbkS9SvYdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/5OG9G7-6tfM/s400/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Laura Parish &amp;amp; I! (Btw her chinese, is OWNAGE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271151433186021666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbkTPxYESI/AAAAAAAAAUg/U0nijM6Irs0/s400/DSC01288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &amp;amp; Xueqiang! (I posted this cos both of us look pretty good innit!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271151432449961890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbkTNB4r6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/NKL-JzLd_qM/s400/DSC01290.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Then we got onto the dance floor while Olly pushed everybody to make space and we started partying with all the crazy people, there was this occasional circle where people like Akilan &amp;amp; Other Breakdance Pros did their crazy moves and handstands, headstands while people screamed. It was wild all right. It reminded me greatly of Crazy Signs @ Club Med,  just a lot darker, ten times louder (the music) and fifty times more packed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271153443002220834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbmIO65gSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/rY7Wf08oor8/s400/DSC01291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh yes this is with flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271153441761925794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbmIKTMGqI/AAAAAAAAAU4/I1zoo-_z55g/s400/DSC012941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Miki Kobayashi &amp;amp; I! Ooooh yesyes namesake of the Kobayashi Japanese food outlets in SG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271153442202814018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSbmIL8ThkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Ks_Gn0pXnyw/s400/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;rachyee &amp;amp; I camwhoring with the entrance sign while waiting for the shuttlebus (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;K it's an obscene hour and I have to wake at like, 745am tmrw morning so I won't be late because the admin (whom I got to know today) is going to lock me out of the first debates session tmrw if I am x.x&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/9097991400115866824-5218071549406865537?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5218071549406865537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=5218071549406865537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5218071549406865537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5218071549406865537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-like-to-move-it-move-it.html' title='WE LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSLALqpU2oI/AAAAAAAAATY/tEQvylPhVC4/s72-c/18112008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-3748890369296934730</id><published>2008-11-17T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:43:38.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLAH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-evaluation'/><title type='text'>放手了，后悔了，幸福呢</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, for walking in the rain with me today. Actually, thanks for noticing i wasn't okay yesterday night. I feel reassured now, because I know it's okay to take time to grow up, and that I don't have to be seriously and maturely sixteen once I turn it. And that it's okay to say something wrong, and it's okay to ask, okay to blurt because everyone does it some point in life "no matter how geezy old they are". Thanks for telling me about childlike and childish, and watching me emo like, the whole time. And letting me call you when no one else was awake, so that I would write these four other messages for these four people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet but council and school stole you away &gt;:(  But it's cool, cos we're taking the same combi next year and thanks a mil for counselling me through these four rollercoaster-like years, handling all the crazy class politics and accompanying me to my first MUN. Going to miss seeing you at THIMUN this year :( And thanks for coming with me to all those subject advisories, and listening to my far-fetched concerns and helping me come to a conclusion. Thank you for always being so nice, and so fast to shoot me down when I'm being unreasonable and watching my back when I'm out of control. You ALWAYS save me when I'm in shit, love ya (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we drifting apart? Our schedules keep freaking clashing and we can't even catch a movie tgt; I've almost given up entirely. I was supposed to bring you back seawater but it didn't make it back with me, and I've only got sand left to give you. I don't know what's going on if your life right now, and I'd like to know, if you'd like to tell me. I think you're occupied with other things, and you probably think I'm doing the same too. I might, but have we ran out of common topics? Maybe you changed. The things we knew changed. Or I did, will you tell me? I don't know, I feel very confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess sixteen means a different thing in Perth doesn't it :/ So many things I haven't heard of, you've already been experimenting with. I've got so much to tell you, that they'd never fit in one long email, which is why I haven't been writing you any. But you seem to know everything. Thanks for giving me advice on clothes books shoes contacts life bestfwens boys, reading every single word of my rantish emails and replying to them,  thanks for encouraging me everytime I screwed up something big and wanted to hole myself up. Thanks for making me feel I can do it, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. Thanks for emailing me one year after the-bad-experience to apologize and clear things up. And I'm sorry for not replying to your yearly birthday message, because I didn't know what to say. I'm really glad to hear that you're doing the things you like and doing them well. Thanks, because of that I can safely say that I buried this hatchet, this uncomfortable feeling I get everytime I pass by your campus is gone. And your things? I've still got them. Thanks for helping me move on (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-3748890369296934730?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3748890369296934730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=3748890369296934730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/3748890369296934730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/3748890369296934730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='放手了，后悔了，幸福呢'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-6738211202097548625</id><published>2008-11-17T01:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:59:52.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidaaay'/><title type='text'>Can I have a worm please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;(edit: more pictures!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to have muscle ache at my tummy area and my cheeks cos I laughed too damn hard today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling with acuvue lenses 10am&lt;br /&gt;Homeless juveniles sitting at tanahmerah mrt 11am&lt;br /&gt;Squealing at Miss Whatever, bought earrings! at 12pm&lt;br /&gt;Having pasta and discussing weight gain from club med at 1pm&lt;br /&gt;Noticing sex innuendoes while shopping at 2pm&lt;br /&gt;Eating cheap icecream and photo exchange at 230pm&lt;br /&gt;Buying bags of candy at 3pm&lt;br /&gt;On the Sentosa Express 4pm&lt;br /&gt;Hitting sleeping people accidentally w/volleyball at Siloso Beach 430pm&lt;br /&gt;Enters wrong toilet :O 4.55pm&lt;br /&gt;Bought a family package at the Luge, on my first skyride with Ivan &amp;amp; Mike 5pm&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Su Lin screaming 5.10pm&lt;br /&gt;On the Luge! at 5.15pm&lt;br /&gt;Helmet threatens to fall off 5.15-5.20pm&lt;br /&gt;Crashes into Ivan who crashes into Isaac at Luge exit 5.20pm&lt;br /&gt;Hogged two benches on the tram and bought two crazy mixed super big gulps 5.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Took the Sentosa Express three rounds (i think!) and Indosat 5.45pm&lt;br /&gt;Queuing at Sushi Tei 6pmPick up Dawn, watch Isaac Sean Mike do retarded stuff at Toys R Us 6.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Orders food at Adjisen Ramen 7pm&lt;br /&gt;Gets suaned again for twirling my noodles (!), watch sulin laugh like crazy 7.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Played zhongjimima with diluted miso soup 7.45pm&lt;br /&gt;Sat down at Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's, changed our minds and went to Earle Swensens' instead 8pm&lt;br /&gt;Spent 15mins talking war strategy using the icecream menu 8.15pm&lt;br /&gt;Sick, like really sick jokes and vocabulary A-Z (thanks to eugene) 9pm&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWARDBOUND! 930pm&lt;br /&gt;iSketch 11pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBWbSUqZ-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7tORFtGjLp8/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269306590798440418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBWbSUqZ-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7tORFtGjLp8/s400/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269624136579014866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSF3O4id4NI/AAAAAAAAASI/8Vsl1FBG9Bg/s400/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sentosa Express&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269306594677515746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBWbgxgZeI/AAAAAAAAARA/Jho4Sc_cjzc/s400/DSC01231.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sean Isaac Sulin Esmond &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269624142414034482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSF3PORpNjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/VtdbxKk4DUo/s400/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Us the tram hoggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269306598641362786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBWbvij52I/AAAAAAAAARI/vboSu5GGdHM/s400/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269308005579488130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBXtoyv-4I/AAAAAAAAARw/GAirxY7lidQ/s400/DSC01234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Indosat -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269624149581083810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSF3Po-ZtKI/AAAAAAAAASY/yybs6UrnXT0/s400/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269624153944454658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSF3P5OtdgI/AAAAAAAAASg/u_trQ8KnqGQ/s400/DSC00257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269306601359371010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBWb5qlawI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Ta_ICTb70zk/s400/DSC01240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269306602957851602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBWb_nsS9I/AAAAAAAAARY/OpSfBV5VGvw/s400/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269307990492666402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBXswlxWiI/AAAAAAAAARg/G47ew4VRhLk/s400/DSC01247.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; ACT CUTE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269307998938581714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBXtQDbytI/AAAAAAAAARo/hEiTtJuZjg4/s400/DSC01248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;0% resemblance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269624167757232210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSF3Qsr7uFI/AAAAAAAAASo/gy_Gl5Elwck/s400/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269308009095417858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBXt15A0AI/AAAAAAAAAR4/rDBJjwaaxgI/s400/DSC01249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;bowls and bowls and bowls of ramen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269308020351377746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBXuf0pIVI/AAAAAAAAASA/j_urMest_6Y/s400/DSC01250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Su Lin can laugh AND eat at the same time wth!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-6738211202097548625?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6738211202097548625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=6738211202097548625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6738211202097548625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6738211202097548625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-i-have-worm-please.html' title='Can I have a worm please?'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBWbSUqZ-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/7tORFtGjLp8/s72-c/DSC01227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-6288773178598321700</id><published>2008-11-17T00:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:00:05.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidaaay'/><title type='text'>PEEKCHURES!</title><content type='html'>HIHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a blast @ Club Med, especially with the Junior Club and Loges (our G.O.)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had waterpolo games, water fights and gossip sessions in the pool, kayaked and swam in the sea, played volleyball &amp;amp; truth/dare on the beach, billard at the table in one of the four bars, drank countless honeymoons at the Santai Bar, did archery and had sooper violent basketball games at the sports center, went through a screamy circus training session at the trapeze, won medals, had many meals together at the long high table in the Waterfall Restaurant, pranked the staff at the boutique, had taupok sessions and PARTIED tgt EVERYNIGHT after the show at Crazy Signs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the partying the mostest! Xishuashuaxishuashua (:&lt;br /&gt;K, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBM3lFKP6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/40phapCejp0/s1600-h/vogue+4+finale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269296081753751458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBM3lFKP6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/40phapCejp0/s400/vogue+4+finale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vogue Fashion show: Finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBM3UMbCaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Rhs4YTiUfhs/s1600-h/taupok+process+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269296077220809122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBM3UMbCaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Rhs4YTiUfhs/s400/taupok+process+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dawn &amp;amp; Charlotte Taupok Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269296071735889314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBM2_wtzaI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zDWm2CzMMyw/s400/sand+drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WE &lt;3 LOGES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBM2dwogwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YGiS63jn3eE/s1600-h/group+photo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269296062608737026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBM2dwogwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YGiS63jn3eE/s400/group+photo!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch Photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBMICfwVOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vGPGjzYVF-0/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269295265016206562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBMICfwVOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vGPGjzYVF-0/s400/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBMH9ePgBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hGNYuGOkUr4/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269295263667683346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBMH9ePgBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/hGNYuGOkUr4/s400/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I Connie Su Lin EEEEEKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269295252187986978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBMHStRPCI/AAAAAAAAAP4/Lh8Coe1k2bc/s400/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mike Sean Dawn I Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBMHMIJY0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/XzLzuATUCXM/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269295250421670722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBMHMIJY0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/XzLzuATUCXM/s400/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eugene Mike Ivan Isaac Sean + Loges&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBMG240_pI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JDTLNj4Xvwc/s1600-h/DSC00185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269295244720275090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBMG240_pI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JDTLNj4Xvwc/s400/DSC00185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CAMWHORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBKpnXvIZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/37zfhXsON_M/s1600-h/PB120197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293642827112850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBKpnXvIZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/37zfhXsON_M/s400/PB120197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After pool games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBKpbOhJFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0bEWzGr7ivU/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293639567221842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBKpbOhJFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0bEWzGr7ivU/s400/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another lunch table photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBKo2hkniI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2VWsbl2kqJw/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293629715029538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBKo2hkniI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2VWsbl2kqJw/s400/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DROWN MIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBKoUxqd1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/PLeyoMxJ98I/s1600-h/aP1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293620655716178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBKoUxqd1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/PLeyoMxJ98I/s400/aP1010003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlotte I Christina Sulin Dawn&lt;br /&gt;Sean Eugene Mike Ivan Isaac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBKobjSA1I/AAAAAAAAAPA/H83J-3LMKzk/s1600-h/aP1010007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269293622474441554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBKobjSA1I/AAAAAAAAAPA/H83J-3LMKzk/s400/aP1010007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll upload the food and professional pictures another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-6288773178598321700?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6288773178598321700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=6288773178598321700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6288773178598321700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6288773178598321700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/peekchures.html' title='PEEKCHURES!'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SSBM3lFKP6I/AAAAAAAAAQw/40phapCejp0/s72-c/vogue+4+finale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-6442658587125185912</id><published>2008-11-08T13:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T14:17:12.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLAH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>Where happiness means the world</title><content type='html'>So. I'm going overseas in like, 1.5 days and I have no idea what to pack except "sunblock, sunblock and a lot of tank tops" as quoted from the Club Med Bintan Island review. From what I read I could very well be justified in saying that I'm going to live in paradise for a week and I must leave my phone and tech gadgets and the tv *sniff* at home so I can detach myself from the world properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful idea don't you think. The bad thing is, unlike all the other holiday-sightsee-shop-your-ass-off places I've been too this one is most probably not going to have shops selling underwear. I ALWAYS end up buying underwear overseas (I've got at least a pair for every place I've been to, don't you dare tell me it's a nice souvenir or i'll buy some for you next time) cos I don't bring enough. Oh and I'm super excited about their bathroom goodies from CRABTREE AND EVELYN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this really low threshold for scents (even if they smell good) and while I'm on that, do you know that some of those terrible developers decided to dig up the pavements at the bottom of my hill &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, and fill the ditches with foul smelling fertilizers?! I am really quite piffed because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The palm trees DO NOT look like they are dying&lt;br /&gt;2. I smelt enough ammonia in the lab this year and I am NOT going to subject myself to such lung torture everytime I have to walk out&lt;br /&gt;3.  They are not replacing the grass that they cut off so there's nothing to absorb the ammonia and it just stinks up the whole hill&lt;br /&gt;4. I am unaware of the project end-date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible planning. Idk why all of them can't plan together and dig it up once, put in all the stuff they want to and leave us alone -.- And grow back the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go and find packing guidelines online, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-6442658587125185912?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6442658587125185912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=6442658587125185912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6442658587125185912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6442658587125185912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/so.html' title='Where happiness means the world'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-7080396808357578047</id><published>2008-11-07T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:44:04.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>End of school</title><content type='html'>This last day didn't feel like a last day at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My form acted like he was going to see us next week, everybody was all oh yeah bye! and I brought home a certain XM's english paper by mistake. I sort of, i mean, very much fell in love with the JC lit texts and I think life sucks only because I can't do Bio Chem Math Hist AND Lit together because my school doesn't allow it (my friends know). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like bio hist &amp;amp; lit ALOT but math &amp;amp; chem are painful, and guess what? EVERYBODY takes math &amp;amp; chem. Proven: Life can suck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh but then life's great because my daddy bought me a new iPOD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265890814350519394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SRQzy7da7GI/AAAAAAAAALc/benfx5Kl0Bo/s400/ipod5g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Classic (white)! Because I refuse to watch videos on the puny screen of the chromatic (no matter how enlarged it was from the prev. gen) I shall watch all my Beverly Hills 90120 vids there! And it fits 30 gig, so take that, chromatic! I have plans to scour the Borders @ parkway for skins to dress my new toy muahahahha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to Jack's Place with huishan lydia rachael had great soup, great ice cream (salty x.x) and not so great fish and CAMWHORED! Not going to upload because I want to watch telly full-time tonight, any shitty show will do fine :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went shoe-shopping with laulau @ lot 1 and bought my first pair of flats, riea was like how can you have five heels (they were all bad choices btw) and NO flats?! Well yeah, I can. And laulau found out that her feet fits most of the shoes on display in mondo perfectly so she had a hell of a time trying on ridiculous things and I had a hell of a time picking them out for her to try on x) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND I have to go back to school tmrw to CLAIM my report card cos wong refused to let me bring it home cos I didn't hand in the 46 dollars miscellaneous fees. They should do a GIRO system or smth I'm like the only person who doesn't have her report card grrr -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got this super screwed holiday schedule because I have no idea when I am going overseas (yeah so my travel declaration isn't entirely accurate), which means I haven't packed and I have a lot of things clashing tgt on the same day argh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-7080396808357578047?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7080396808357578047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=7080396808357578047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7080396808357578047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7080396808357578047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-school.html' title='End of school'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SRQzy7da7GI/AAAAAAAAALc/benfx5Kl0Bo/s72-c/ipod5g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-2605841968676115973</id><published>2008-11-07T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:47:00.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><title type='text'>the wonders of sternestmeanings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SRMeq09YgkI/AAAAAAAAALU/Tmi4RhWuIo0/s1600-h/IMG_7384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265586110445683266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SRMeq09YgkI/AAAAAAAAALU/Tmi4RhWuIo0/s400/IMG_7384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's obscenely past midnight and im awfully exhausted from learning symp, a very very long keynote address and the show at UCC but i've finally made it past the 10K mark on Word Challenge and am about 2K behind the godly winata and some mad men who are like, at 30K?!?!! &lt;em&gt;shakes my tired booty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think i'll settle for bed first (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-2605841968676115973?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2605841968676115973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=2605841968676115973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2605841968676115973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2605841968676115973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonders-of-sternestmeanings_07.html' title='the wonders of sternestmeanings'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SRMeq09YgkI/AAAAAAAAALU/Tmi4RhWuIo0/s72-c/IMG_7384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-6003047434974349115</id><published>2008-10-26T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:36:35.239+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>WHEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQRP-ownp0I/AAAAAAAAALM/WTawWWal8_o/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261418202187409218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQRP-ownp0I/AAAAAAAAALM/WTawWWal8_o/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ran my first 5K ever today with Zhiying without any stopping at all and it was superb, partially because it wasn't very warm at all and the energy level of everyone there (all femme) was real high. There was this adidas photographer who took this professional shot for us and printed it as a namecard sized keepsake AND it was complimentary! Lovely (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had oysters, expensive apple juice and carrefour shopping for rather obscene amounts of sushi with Beaver, Chlorine (who ran the GE 10K!) and Leong (whom i saw at the starting line lol) and we convinced Anty to come out and watch HSM 3 with us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well DONT CATCH IT unless you like awkward scene changes/Vanessa's new bouncy curls/rather un-catchy tunes/extremely clinche and predictable scenes, ugh "flop" as Leong calls it. Despite my determined picture of skepticism,  -warning spoiler ahead-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Troy Bolton: &lt;u&gt;My prom is wherever you are.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I MELTED. Like right then and there in my seat between Leong &amp;amp; Chlorine awwww omg so sweet! &lt;em&gt;replays scene in head and melts again &lt;/em&gt;Oh and they made use of a lot more CG animation so yeah those parts were pretty good. One thing that kept going through my head was that Efron was the cause of Hudgens' nude photo circulating on the net, and now she has to act all lovey dovey with him on-screen?! I know acting is acting but I probably wouldn't be able to put that aside myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And yes darlings that thick pile of receipts up there used to be about sixty fresh crisp $$$$ notes before friday. Oh my moolah ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQRPIWBHdZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MCyvsjjuYeY/s1600-h/DSC00977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261417269443392914" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQRPIWBHdZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MCyvsjjuYeY/s400/DSC00977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the two potential emokias sitting outside a shoe shop while Chlorine &amp;amp; I were enthusiastically browsing through Zara, Miss Selfridge &amp;amp; Topshop x)&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/9097991400115866824-6003047434974349115?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6003047434974349115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=6003047434974349115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6003047434974349115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6003047434974349115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheeee.html' title='WHEEEE'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQRP-ownp0I/AAAAAAAAALM/WTawWWal8_o/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-8054293515626281806</id><published>2008-10-24T22:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:32:50.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>Best I've Ever Had</title><content type='html'>THANKYOU ALL FOR MAKING MY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY SUCH A LOVELY ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so many people this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;sharman,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kelly lau&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;geri &lt;/strong&gt;for their extra early birthday wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;jhosy, yiling&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;hester&lt;/strong&gt; for staying up till midnight and being right on the dot (12AM)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;clarine&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;jiehan &lt;/strong&gt;for staying up PAST twelve (like, wow!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To ANG&lt;strong&gt;huishan&lt;/strong&gt; for the first message in the morning saying she's sorry that she succumbed to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;peixian&lt;/strong&gt; for her enthusiasm and encouragement for me watching my first NC16 horror movie (i.e. the coffin) and xiuhan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;yingci, yinkuan, andie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;geoffery&lt;/strong&gt;(yes CAP next year!) for sms-ed birthday wishes during class time that I managed to reply to during Suria's lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;riea, jo, leon, &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; edsome&lt;/strong&gt; the handsome (-.-) for your lovely cards and lovely COOKIES! edible right? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;leong&lt;/strong&gt; for these more than pleasant gifts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHdiqm8RyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Vc07MRQ60VU/s1600-h/DSC00968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260729427368363810" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHdiqm8RyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Vc07MRQ60VU/s400/DSC00968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hot pink&lt;/span&gt; NON-IN-EAR earbuds, a nice long birthday message AND the album of my new favourite band (and we are still warring over the best part of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the man who can't be moved&lt;/span&gt;) : THE SCRIPT!!! Hello, I've died and gone to heaven AHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;hester&lt;/strong&gt; for giving me something &lt;em&gt;very initimate&lt;/em&gt; which shall be kept in a box hehe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHeuCV0A3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/76Do6AguGvw/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260730722229158770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHeuCV0A3I/AAAAAAAAAJs/76Do6AguGvw/s400/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not lingerie HAHA &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;eileen&lt;/strong&gt; for coming down with &lt;strong&gt;shermian&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning to give me these gorgeous cakes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHfd4tU4oI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5grUu0nI2mI/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260731544277148290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHfd4tU4oI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5grUu0nI2mI/s320/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHfd5oOKVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/es_NYVntCK8/s1600-h/DSC00964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260731544524171602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHfd5oOKVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/es_NYVntCK8/s320/DSC00964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;edmund&lt;/strong&gt; (who made a poor attempt at trying to sign me up for chicky kids club for my birthday -.- but let me borrow the world is flat first so thanks!), &lt;strong&gt;leon, jonathan, calvin tay, lim junjie, dongqi, tiehong, jinjing, shihui, sarah, xiumin&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;sirui&lt;/strong&gt; (who gave me a big hug!) for their birthday wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To ALL MY &lt;strong&gt;FUNKY GIRLFRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;huishan lydia winata kay rach&lt;/span&gt;) for being absolutely retarded in trying to distract me from the cake while they were lighting the candle it's SO HILARIOUS you wont believe it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;lydia: why is the box so small, can put meh&lt;br /&gt;huishan: &lt;em&gt;babble babble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what about?&lt;br /&gt;huishan: gives lydia a look&lt;br /&gt;lydia: AYEEE TODAY GOT WHITE CARROT SOUP HAR! what's white carrot? &lt;em&gt;stands up on tiptoe to block my view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huishan: neh, bai luo bo la&lt;br /&gt;winata: &lt;em&gt;fights her way in and exclaims to me&lt;/em&gt; Rach's hair is so nice &lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;! I LOOOOOVE the waves, you know, like, you know, the &lt;u&gt;huge&lt;/u&gt; waves, SO PRETTY!&lt;br /&gt;rach: suddenly appears and I tried to turn her around to see her amaaaazing hair when-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;kaylene and everyone else bursts into song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHiuYnpeBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vJowNeQnGMY/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260735126256056338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHiuYnpeBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vJowNeQnGMY/s400/DSC00962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHiu4CnE5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-Vf_UjnL2PQ/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260735134690644882" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHiu4CnE5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/-Vf_UjnL2PQ/s400/DSC00970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHivQsFvTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YL6QM-mC4EM/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260735141307071794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHivQsFvTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YL6QM-mC4EM/s400/DSC00971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHiv3w2oYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IY5zFfZETLs/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260735151796035970" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHiv3w2oYI/AAAAAAAAAKc/IY5zFfZETLs/s400/DSC00973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for remembering that I liked the cards from Bloomingdale's! =DDD it's being hung on my wall with blu-tack &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then they decided to prank me by telling me that watermelons grow on trees when I insisted that they grew on the ground and kaylene was all "you know, at the nature park they have this sign: beware of falling watermelons" I was like NO those are durians and they all didnt believe me and huishan was laughing like mad =.= shan't mention my literal embarrassment in front of everybody hah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am so terribly gullible x.x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways we had a pizza treat from &lt;strong&gt;mdm. ong&lt;/strong&gt; after school for racial harmony day efforts yeaaaaah (: then we went for debates, equally hilarious examples of (wrong) statistical application&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;out of all the divorced couples in singapore, 50% are women. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEDDIT? i laughed so hard i snorted and weilin started laughing together with me xD&lt;br /&gt;then you have winata's illegally blonde moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;weilin: zhengzhang stop speaking like a chicken&lt;br /&gt;winata: &lt;em&gt;takes up weilin's pencilcase cover with presumably a chicken on it and places it in front of zhengzhang's face and goes PHARRRKPHAARRKPHHHARRRK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody: isn't that a duck?&lt;br /&gt;winata: OMG it's a duck ?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;everybody dies laughing. END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;KUDOS TO RVNP&lt;/strong&gt; FOR CLINCHING 1ST POSITION @ TODAY'S SPORT HEATS! So proud of all you running people heheh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom made curry and loaaaads of finger food for my birthday and I found these pigs already eating when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHtQ4nw5iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FPTsg9bf8Jo/s1600-h/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260746714078307874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHtQ4nw5iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FPTsg9bf8Jo/s400/DSC00967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YES wonderful thankyou thankyou thankyou all I shall try very hard to remember all your birthdays next year!! =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-8054293515626281806?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8054293515626281806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=8054293515626281806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/8054293515626281806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/8054293515626281806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-ive-ever-had.html' title='Best I&apos;ve Ever Had'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SQHdiqm8RyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Vc07MRQ60VU/s72-c/DSC00968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-5766386086547745952</id><published>2008-10-20T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:55:28.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><title type='text'>I &lt;3 MARC JACOBS BAGS!</title><content type='html'>I FELL OFF MY CHAIR LAUGHING AT THIS (emailed source):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the actual radio conversation (released by the chief of naval operations) of a US naval ship with Canadian authorities off the coast of Newfoundland in October 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANADIANS: "Please divert your course 15 degrees to the south to avoid a collision"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICANS: "Recommend YOU divert your course 15 degrees to the north to avoid a collision"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANADIANS: "Negative. You will have to divert your course 15 degrees to the south to avoid a collision"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICANS: "This is the captain of a US Navy ship. I say again, divert YOUR course"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANADIANS: "No, I say again, you divert your course"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICANS: "This is the Aircraft Carrier USS LINCOLN, the second largest ship in the United States Atlantic Fleet. We are accompanied by three Destroyers, three Cruisers and numerous support vessels. I DEMAND that you change your course 15 degrees north. I say again, that's one-five degrees north, or counter-measures will be undertaken to ensure the safety of this ship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANADIANS: "This is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIGHTHOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Your call."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-5766386086547745952?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5766386086547745952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=5766386086547745952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5766386086547745952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5766386086547745952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-3-marc-jacobs-bags.html' title='I &lt;3 MARC JACOBS BAGS!'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-1273689971617333243</id><published>2008-10-19T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:31:08.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>Kidnapped by the weather</title><content type='html'>I was driven in a metal trolley by the ever so handsome Anty this morning in Giant, Vivocity to gather a load of junk food to bring to Sentosa. And experienced my first tram ride into Siloso Beach (because we always drive in) together with the other arrived squaddies on which Wooytie and I fought over the colour of the sea LMAO and we came to a compromise that it was blue-green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a nice coconut tree to put our stuff under and immediately started on the sandwiches that Sharman and Liting brought and then we found the guys burying Peekuai alive in sand! Then everyone joined in and he probably swallowed a lot of sand because they were all very aggressive while I was taking pictures HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye then they all ran into the seawater when Peekuai decided to stage his one-man uprise and I couldn't go in because I didn't bring an extra set of clothing (for which I was sarcastically ticked off by an exhausted I-ran-15-effing-kilometers Leong)!!! and Wooytie and I resorted to looking at hot babes play volleyball while the squaddies had fun on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained a heavy-thunderstormy-the-sky-is-falling kind of rain after that and we were all quite drenched and hiding in the beach shop that sells bath towels at exorbitant prices I swear ($23 for a printed towel!) We found some white tents so we settled there and played Liting's set of UNO which has this damned card that allows the holder to swop his cards with anyone else and EVERYTIME i got sooooo close to UNO game, mingjie/wenjie/weikai decided to swop cards with me =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that, then we watched Wooytie and Leong (Liting at first, who gave up aft that) try to fly a Minnie Mouse kite in the slight rain and it was hilarious! By that time, I was half wet, covered in salt and sand for the most part and eating Chickadees with Beaver &amp;amp; Loo (they sound like a company name! Like Beaver &amp;amp; Loo PTE LTD xD) so I left with Min Ee &amp;amp; a few others to wash up and leave for Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's. Min Ee &amp;amp; I shared this blissful sinful caffeine filled large Belgian Chocolate drink from the Coffee Bean and the cashier spelt my name on the receipt as "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHAMIN&lt;/span&gt;" zzz and we ended up having bolognese at Pastamania because the ice cream shop was darned crowded for a rainy day, at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked past this group of little boys walking behind their mommies on the way up the hill and this 5 year old kid asked the boy beside him: What car does your daddy drive? He cocked his head to the side a little bit and replied: A mazda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a Mazda? Mazdas are slow, the kid answered and the boy looked very rattled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five year old boys comparing real cars? That says something about car commercials nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you drive a real car/suffer from ERP gantry overdoes/are a History student/are just bored, YOU ARE GOING TO LAUGH YOUR ASS OFF AT &lt;a href="http://hellodano.blogspot.com/2008/09/hitler-complains-about-erp.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;. Watch it with volume for full effect (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-1273689971617333243?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1273689971617333243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=1273689971617333243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/1273689971617333243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/1273689971617333243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/kidnapped-by-weather.html' title='Kidnapped by the weather'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-4363379432104555490</id><published>2008-10-17T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:30:47.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Chronicles'/><title type='text'>THE VERY END</title><content type='html'>Say hello to post-IP-exam-life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first thing I did after the last paper was to make my (quick) way to IKEA with Kaylene Lydia &amp;amp; Winata for POACHED SALMON WITH BAKED POTATOES AND BROCOLLI! Did you hear that? Poached salmon! Horribly high mercury content but to hell with brain destruction, I can concentrate on doing brainless and fun things already! Extremely delicious, proper food that restored my, um, long-delayed euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for retail therapy across the street and I saw this really pretty maroon suede strappy heels from Charles &amp;amp; Keith that were REALLY NICE but the heel was far too high ): I'm not about to kill my feet for nice looking shoes, unfortunately. We walked and walked and found these $69.90 Club Marc white &amp;amp; black long sleeved shirts (for THIMUN!) on sale and selling at TEN DOLLARS omgwtfbbq and many other outlets doing the same. Not going to disclose the name of the place in case it gets flooded x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got this pair of pretty shoelaces that have green and yellow fat stars printed on them to tie onto my green sport shoes! =D I am so very very glad. Kaylene and I roamed, literally roamed the whole of West Mall like I've never done before and mind you I've been going there for the past eight years! Sans Bookshop was replaced by a Korean supermart, to my absolute horror and to Kaylene's extreme joy. My lovely bookshop removed for a place selling cute files and all sorts of jajiangmyan? UGH :( my only consolation is that the stationary is simply adorable (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY IDIOT BOX, HERE I COME! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-4363379432104555490?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4363379432104555490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=4363379432104555490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/4363379432104555490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/4363379432104555490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/very-end.html' title='THE VERY END'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-4769926831022317613</id><published>2008-10-10T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:12:25.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>understand cram apply score</title><content type='html'>Went out for a long-course dinner to celebrate Dad's birthday today, and this marks my latest foray into chinese cuisine, from Yunnam. Not exactly a joyful experience because the Yunnamese (are they called that?) apparently take a liking to adding wasabi and spicy sauces to the dish and successfully robbing it of the original flavouring -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really pleased by the individual servings and the chic way that the sauces are arranged on the plate although I didn't touch them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SO9fNuw_95I/AAAAAAAAAJE/jL0ppveW-u0/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255523979661146002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SO9fNuw_95I/AAAAAAAAAJE/jL0ppveW-u0/s400/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genuine shark's fin soup with dollops of the fin&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the controversies; high mercury levels, endangered sharks..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In actual fact the fin is no specialty, I like the soup base a lot more. Too bad their prices are the other way round ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SO9fOHlqRvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NjK8GO5Z360/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255523986324473586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SO9fOHlqRvI/AAAAAAAAAJM/NjK8GO5Z360/s400/DSC00901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger prawns in some soy + ketchup concoction&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SO9fOSMPcCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a3nk1frL4r4/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255523989170647074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SO9fOSMPcCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/a3nk1frL4r4/s400/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cod, of which only makes up less than half of that miserable piece on the plate&lt;br /&gt;But look at the sauce decor, so pretty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SO9fOs0PthI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UVrwrVba4YA/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255523996317758994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SO9fOs0PthI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UVrwrVba4YA/s400/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yam paste pudding which I dug into already&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And a few more normal looking normal tasting commonly seen ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Isn't this supposed to be the time of high stress levels, tightening social outings and boosting the brain? I guess whatever stays in your brain stays and whatever doesn't will be really hard to force in so dumdums really wish I had stayed awake last year when they were teaching coordinate geometry because those lines just dont get together in my brain! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;TEN MORE PAPERS! then indulgence (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(will reply to comments afterward)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-4769926831022317613?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4769926831022317613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=4769926831022317613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/4769926831022317613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/4769926831022317613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/10/understand-cram-apply-score.html' title='understand cram apply score'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SO9fNuw_95I/AAAAAAAAAJE/jL0ppveW-u0/s72-c/DSC00900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-8038841339540098139</id><published>2008-09-18T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:42:01.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wails'/><title type='text'>1L of mucus</title><content type='html'>Everything looks different when you're suffering from mooncake withdrawal symptoms, i.e. a really bad throat that blossomed into a fever and blocked nose. (Blame the paste! says Rachael) When you breathe slow, you move slower and everything else seems so much more fast-paced. Faces magnified, sounds amplified, tires you out a lot quicker. It's like looking at this continuously moving, blown-up protrait and having to respond to most parts of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have liked to spend my sick leave sitting in bed in pyjamas and woolly socks the whole damn day reading a legal thriller but no. Yesterday was used for cramming physics definitions, giving up halfway and reading the BP issue on Education for a double test today. Did I mention that I have to redo that physics past year EOY because the whole stack went missing from LLM's pigeonhole? If I find that rat who took it he's going to get it from all of us grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;world's your oyster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the pearls ain't free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-8038841339540098139?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8038841339540098139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=8038841339540098139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/8038841339540098139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/8038841339540098139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/1l-of-mucus.html' title='1L of mucus'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-600756170797246670</id><published>2008-09-14T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:16:31.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>married the jostle yesterday</title><content type='html'>Zonked out from mooncake festival potluck yesterday, several spicy prawns and about 1 L of grass jelly. Killer food. Met a lot of new expats, one British teen who flung himself in the pool voluntarily during games (like o.o) and a tiny-eyed Korean girl &amp;amp; her papa. Then we played Cheat in Willyn's house with Leon Chengkan &amp;amp; Gilford till very late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I had a slice of this pink skinned mooncake with a hard chocolate core and strawberry icecream! Unusual :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down 2 eights and got busted by Gilford who went mwahahaha. Gilford proceeded to put down four eights and he got busted by Leon, cos Leon had all four of them -.- Then we all laughed at him. The games took really long because they were glued to the Barclays Premier on telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we get the lengendary LLM for physics lessons because Suria got called away on National Service &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. And I havent done the EOY paper yet D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this somewhere: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IMPOSSIBLE JUST TAKES A LITTLE LONGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kewl stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-600756170797246670?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/600756170797246670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=600756170797246670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/600756170797246670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/600756170797246670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/married-jostle-yesterday.html' title='married the jostle yesterday'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-8988798529428569549</id><published>2008-09-12T22:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:57:12.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the foreign'/><title type='text'>five faces, seven things</title><content type='html'>The general office called me (while i was in school yesterday) so my phone rang like shizzzzz and I happily thought it was someone else until Tie Hong pointed out that the ringtone seemed to be coming from my bag -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind that, debates cracked me up properly today. Funny thing is, I cannot seem to remember what exactly I was laughing over. But I can remember the tears in my eyes, the happy beads I haven't had from school in a while. Tears from laughter always taste sweet, for some reason I suppose you can fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After building another condominum on the hill, they've opened up a nice large grassy patch in our backyard stretching all the way to the other hill, up, up and away on a long white staircase all little girls want to walk down, not unlike the wedding aisle. These changes happen suddenly, like an appearance overnight, the displacement of the main staircase from a flowery, non-existant palace. I like the road up best when the skies have just done raining, the gravel is wet and scrunchy, the light spills in uneven proportions across the land and its ten floor towers. The dark, evening, surroundings have this strange inexplicable warmth from the fresh wetness, the grass on its own bending upwards and the power houses, dripping, dripping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-8988798529428569549?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8988798529428569549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=8988798529428569549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/8988798529428569549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/8988798529428569549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/five-faces-seven-things.html' title='five faces, seven things'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-5425038192556082766</id><published>2008-09-07T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:29:38.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>MORE FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Another food event that um, survived the rain. We moved into the ballroom after that so it was okay. My parents suggested that I join the waiting (waiters) service for part time work. I told them they'd have to pay THEM for the dishes I break. Then they took that suggestion back. This makes another entry into our extensive family food log. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No pictures of food because I couldn't really see what I was eating properly. We had one romantic, tiny candle at a table of eight under a large tree that was shedding its leaves, so... I wonder &lt;u&gt;what&lt;/u&gt; I ate hmmm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SMKtvJfdKPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FPeIussHLoo/s1600-h/DSC00844+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242943941725989106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SMKtvJfdKPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FPeIussHLoo/s400/DSC00844+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SMKtwY5tsoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZvasKv8GhXk/s1600-h/DSC00845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242943963042525826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SMKtwY5tsoI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZvasKv8GhXk/s400/DSC00845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chung Cheng High (Main) Calligraphy Club at work&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SMKtwgFq3dI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eom9pJKaCSo/s1600-h/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242943964971720146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SMKtwgFq3dI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eom9pJKaCSo/s400/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea Tasting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-5425038192556082766?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5425038192556082766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=5425038192556082766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5425038192556082766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5425038192556082766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-food.html' title='MORE FOOD'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SMKtvJfdKPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FPeIussHLoo/s72-c/DSC00844+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-7381268460250391729</id><published>2008-09-05T23:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:58:16.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>one of those days</title><content type='html'>I watched Camp Rock today heehee. It had an extremely predictable storyline but gave me a very healthy dose of cheese and tweenyboppyness (: I think Demi Lovato's a good fresh change to the whole HSM-pwned channel and I actually liked her clothes! I have no idea why she got dissed because of that -.- Okay I shall cut down on the spoilers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the chemistry lecture today which was great for ego inflation because everything was about C-H (note: my initials) so I left that in a floaty mood that unfortunately did not encompass homework-doing ): I shall try that properly during the weekend then. I've had oreos and milk so I'm going to bed!&lt;br /&gt;Theme song stuck in my head as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is real, this is me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is exactly where im supposed to be, now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gonna let the light - shine on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] my sms count restarts in 3 minutes woohoo :D [/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-7381268460250391729?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7381268460250391729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=7381268460250391729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7381268460250391729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7381268460250391729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-of-those-days.html' title='one of those days'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-5472503479091560089</id><published>2008-08-31T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T01:13:30.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>my mommy's green dress</title><content type='html'>Nobody takes away my Sunday mornings. Sunday mornings are for sleeping in and religious classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umph another day spent on my feet. I bought six fat red roses, the auntie gave me nice fat blooming ones :D For huishan zihao lydia louisa &amp;amp; jinjing. I went out with Mr. Self-Proclaimed Bored to watch WALL-E @ Cineleisure Orchard! The animation was FAB (partially because we caught the digital version) and the characters were all sooooooo adorable! As usual Mr. Bored ate his jumbo hotdog and claimed the movie was quite sian. The thing is we walked through the entrance to the movie halls without having our ticket stubs taken, meaning we could simply have watched the show for free. Tsk tsk so both of us have the full portion of our tickets to keep for the first time ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WALL-E movie has every scene hand-drawn and layered six times to create the marvellous effect that I usually take for granted. His eyes has every single damned expression you can never create from a pair of old binoculars, and I love his container home with all the tinkydinkys he collects! I didnt quite like Eva though, I didn't figure she was female until Wall-E fell for her. It's very worth watching for the technical aspect but the plot's climax didn't get to a large audience, unfortunately. It sends a pretty serious message about how we are all killing the Earth and we could end up like bulging pugdy bigoted humans zipping around on automated chairs in the Axiom. One good, practical and forward looking movie from Pixar :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bored and I walked to Taka where the sole of my flats came off and i threw them away and by the time I reached Tanjong Pagar the shoe had a large silt that evidently showed that it was going to fall apart anytime. Being the &lt;em&gt;resourceful&lt;/em&gt; person that I am I bought a large box of plasters (the woman at Cheers must have thought I was mad) and attempted to stick the shoe together. Hansaplast does not work on anything other than human skin -.- Then Winata came and saved my ass by paying for a new pair of wedges from a random stall for me! We bought it fully on impulse. Like grab-try on-suitable-buy! It was a five-minute business and I had spent 40 bucks but I was saaaaaaved. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you Winata&lt;/strong&gt; in the low-cut green cleavage showing dress! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is becoming a very long entry o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CO concert was in essence very interesting! I have avoided dull classical performances at best these few years but the pieces that they played tonight were lively! Except for a glitch in the second piece everything else was great and the pudgy conductor had hilarious moves. I loved the encore piece by Richard Clayderman (Rhythm of the Rain) because I've never heard it played by an orchestra before and Richard Clayderman's pieces are AWESOME. I can totally appreciate that kind of classical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met the CO people after their performance and saw zihao in his pretty pink colored lipstick, congratulated them with the fat roses and the rest packed up and went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new shoes are surprisingly comfortable, I'm terribly glad they are worth the price (: The bed is calling me, bye y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-5472503479091560089?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5472503479091560089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=5472503479091560089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5472503479091560089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5472503479091560089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/nobody-takes-away-my-sunday-mornings.html' title='my mommy&apos;s green dress'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-5020423043006199583</id><published>2008-08-29T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:10:34.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>I &lt;3 6AA'04!</title><content type='html'>Snooze count this morning: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got to school on time! Today was lovely. We had large cakes, about a ton of chips, fruit and a lot of green tea for the classparty thing and we did this hilarious game of musical chairs! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kaylene, Angel &amp;amp; I went back to KPS and thronged with all the other lians and bengs at the front gates to enter the school. Maybe they have a school policy for locking their ex-students out :O We met up with the HC + NY + ACSI + VS + FMSS people and celebrated ms.kho's belated birthday with a mango fruit cake and took pictures! All the guys that came back shot waaaaay up, and Ivan is Person Who Changed The Most this year! Head count was something close to 20, although declining but still pretty good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to have lunch, have some big gossiping session and play bball at an estate near the school where we were talking and Ying Ci voiced that the SAP sch people had a drop in language abilities. Then I realised that after four years in RV I have picked up this undesirable skill of inserting chinese words into my english sentences and vice versa! Mental note: Make a conscious effort to speak properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bball session was partly a PT session for us girls because the ball went in sequence from somebody in my team to the Fat Boy - Yangjim/Dexter (who throws the ball all the way across the court) - Lands in Abdul's embrace - Then he shoots -.- So much so that at one point YingCi and Yinkuan gave up and started giving commentary for the match! The only time when I got hold of the ball was when Jeffrey's amazing dribbling skills led the ball to go btwn his legs and land at my feet HAHAHAHA. Then I was laughing so hard Ivan had to come and get the ball from me. We didnt have enough people on the teams so a few strangers joined us and everybody started calling everybody else by their shirts. Dickson was Cottage, Jiehan was Hwachong, Adidas Boy was Adidas Boy and Andie was Waterpolo HAHAHHA. Kaylene and I were in charge of giving each other hi-fives when our team scored a goal lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That paragraph is short of many other cheek-cramping moments though (: It is rare that we all still go back to visit after four whole years, most probably thanks to ms.kho's arranged commuter lunches ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm it's late and I should go to bed because I have to go get fresh roses tmrw for the RVCO concert at night. The SCH looks like a really plush place! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-5020423043006199583?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5020423043006199583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=5020423043006199583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5020423043006199583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5020423043006199583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-3-6aa04.html' title='I &lt;3 6AA&apos;04!'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-697262189532169205</id><published>2008-08-23T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:17:29.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><title type='text'>clocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SK-3S5qcCSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6r5qjonI0sY/s1600-h/Wall+E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237606426999523618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SK-3S5qcCSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6r5qjonI0sY/s200/Wall+E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I killed my physics paper! Sigh. Okay im finally blogging after CT (you have NO IDEA how many starbucks i had throughout that horrible week) because it's been really busy and I havent had time to sit down and read Foxmask ): I'm waiting for my egg to boil. Do eggs boil? Okay it's the water (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for EL (my first session) yesterday and we went to Australian Intl to watch friendly debates between the year ones from both schools. Debates looks fun but pressurizing, a girl from AIS froze up while it was her turn to speak and and she stood there for a full minute going 'er..', must have been embarrassing! We saw cute little caucasian children that jesslyn was obssessing over xD It was interesting and really fun although I havent gotten round to interacting with the rest, &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt; all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up blardy early (for a Saturday morning) and went for a lecture today with ariel, winata and eileeneo amongst other HISSOC people and the speaker was the author of our history textbooks! DHS is terribly like RV except that they have vending machines (!!!), a Sakae Sushi stall and their bookstore is a Popular franchise. But I nearly dozed off during Q&amp;amp;A so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm going out again in a while to meet Ah Lau (as everybody calls her HAHA) to have dinner and buy flowers before we go to UCC for the CLDDS performance. I heard they had gruelling training that lasted throughout the whole CT period, the show tonight must be really good, their stage actors transcend my chinese deficiency, i can understand them perfectly well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be used for homeworking, I havent touched a bit of my weekend work yet :O Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S There have been all kinds of people living in my block recently. There's a angmoh punk rocker teen cum chain smoker on the first floor who plays LP at 2am in the night, a Japanese anime-looking boy that owns a large, fat woolly dog on the 3rd floor and a couple of Danish and Caucasian-marries-Philippine families on the 10th floor.  How very multiracial!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-697262189532169205?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/697262189532169205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=697262189532169205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/697262189532169205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/697262189532169205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/clocks.html' title='clocks'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SK-3S5qcCSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/6r5qjonI0sY/s72-c/Wall+E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-1410104122885950326</id><published>2008-08-12T17:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:20:07.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Food for Empty Spaces</title><content type='html'>Feel much better after talking to hest, thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the free bilingual newspaper from yesterday to read about Phelp's new record and in a miserly side column sat one heading which made me nearly spit out my tofu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KRISPY KREME&lt;/span&gt; OPENING IN KL NEXT YEAR! And my first thought was: I'm so going to apply for a regular visa to Malaysia lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who haven't heard of Krispy Kreme (you cant because it was so flamboyantly featured in sex&amp;amp;thecity) it pawns your dunkin'/dippin'/missy donuts entirely even before the first bite because the label is spelt: Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. Not &lt;em&gt;donuts&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;doughnuts &lt;/strong&gt;ahhh &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SKFTbyUhj4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/df1bKzANPhs/s1600-h/Krispy+Kreme+Whole+Wheat+Doughnuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233555978810658690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SKFTbyUhj4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/df1bKzANPhs/s400/Krispy+Kreme+Whole+Wheat+Doughnuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply Fabulous &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can you believe that it's got franchise all over the world (even in Africa!) BUT not in SG. Krispy Kreme doughnuts are in second placing (after Disneyland) on my list of Ten Best Things I Love About The States :D I might just cut class to get a snack across the causeway next year. How exciting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I wonder if they'll do home deliveries! Will get my hands on more details after bloc tests (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: One day to History paper - haven't made significant progress yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-1410104122885950326?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1410104122885950326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=1410104122885950326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/1410104122885950326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/1410104122885950326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/feel-much-better-after-talking-to-hest.html' title='Food for Empty Spaces'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SKFTbyUhj4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/df1bKzANPhs/s72-c/Krispy+Kreme+Whole+Wheat+Doughnuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-899265360014779436</id><published>2008-08-09T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:22:56.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My ROD deserves one label on its own'/><title type='text'>R.O.D. @ 08.08.08</title><content type='html'>(National Day celebrations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say it was one of the best school organized events as it didnt involve a string full of boring speeches but we had a loud rock band that we could actually sing along to and community singing was a hell lot of fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(End National Day celebrations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you were at home in front of your large-screen HD tv set oogling at the Beijing Olympics Opening, thirty people were being ROD-ed in the school hall but it was nonetheless amazing! We had an awfully formal parade on the tracks at 5PM and witnessed the changing over of I.C.s. Sad stuff. Last time wearing full uniform and I didn't feel too stiff after a while, I might just miss it. Then we crashed the preparation scene and demanded food at 7PM and the Sec 3s had to guard the doors and ended up locking the Sec 2s out as well. But being the nice people that we are, we left them to their devices and did the red carpet walk (without the red carpet haha!) fifteen minutes later into the dimmed and fan-less hall (which reminds me about that feedback form i have to write about our school's sickbay) in our almost woollen jackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were seated at the front centre of the hall and started on the drinks placed before us. Yueting went back six times to refill her cup so i suppose it we were really thirsty (or maybe the drink was nice). The American Boy dance was first on the line-up and I think we did really well! Nobody screwed up and it was pretty well-coordinated ^^ I think Yiling had to put a lot of effort to lift me because my legs were all wobbly x) Then we ran off to change and returned to watch the Sec 2s dedication followed by the Sec 1s dance and the Sec 3s dance(s) which were all really cute and sincere and left quite a few sqdmates tearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a nice video (packed with our pictures) that I srsly suspect to have come from the 60GB publicity harddrive and it was our dance finale! Which turned out really well too because I didnt fall on my ass while turning and the thrust fall went smoothly (: Then we got humongous load of gifts (which filled one huge bag that we lugged home) and the plagues were spiffy and glamorous =D A few of us stopped to get drinks at JE and sat on the steps with our large bags and uniform covers and we probably looked like runaway children judging from the passerbys' discerning looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures as of yet because we were busy rushing, running around and doing stuff the entire day. Four years seemed to have just flown past and I could still remember vaguely our first orientation session, clearly our pumping in the rain and marching in puddles, and vividly our mt K trip and the summit climb and one ROD after another. This is ours and now even this is over. Going to miss the sweaty RVNP days now that we are offically retired :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[edit]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;koped from min ee's blog =D&lt;/div&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SJ1FlIjiF6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/sZM6FZGwP98/s1600-h/sqd+photoooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232414846328379298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SJ1FlIjiF6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/sZM6FZGwP98/s400/sqd+photoooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;RVNP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the time will come when we have to move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-899265360014779436?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/899265360014779436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=899265360014779436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/899265360014779436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/899265360014779436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/while-you-were-at-home-in-front-of-your.html' title='R.O.D. @ 08.08.08'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SJ1FlIjiF6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/sZM6FZGwP98/s72-c/sqd+photoooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-3985755263528987134</id><published>2008-08-05T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:17:06.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BLAH'/><title type='text'>hello august!</title><content type='html'>This place is so very dead, because I am inclined to falling asleep very often for no apparent reason. And I stay asleep fairly long, long enough to miss the television shows and homework -.- Which is why my knowledge of vectors is zee terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep in Chemistry today, tuned out on morning announcements and missed something important, and did History homework during Biology the umpteenth time (as Tu Yan will tell you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hilariously blurred class photo from ages ago after Explorers and Connectors (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SJheZWGpejI/AAAAAAAAAH0/S95ibFxrwZE/s1600-h/4D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SJheZWGpejI/AAAAAAAAAH0/S95ibFxrwZE/s400/4D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231034756714035762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've got a memory-card packed with photos but no appropriate time to upload them. That, and my laziness. Sigh. I have an unhealthy craving for murder &amp;amp; gore loaded fiction. There must be a lack of violence in my life somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-3985755263528987134?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3985755263528987134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=3985755263528987134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/3985755263528987134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/3985755263528987134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-august.html' title='hello august!'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SJheZWGpejI/AAAAAAAAAH0/S95ibFxrwZE/s72-c/4D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-4023085170205122572</id><published>2008-07-13T10:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T10:42:19.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>blast from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SHlo5A9yJtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SwMGAT5w4kA/s1600-h/Satellite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222320571633772242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SHlo5A9yJtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SwMGAT5w4kA/s400/Satellite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's this heavyweight flu going on my head and I can't do anything productive except sit down and watch sitcoms all day. When I laugh, there's this hoarse nasal choking sound. I was doing Disk Clean Up when I found these photos from a really long time ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SHlqJXRl-XI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qMU1iKrwJhY/s1600-h/I+Strck+the+Lottery!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222321952011975026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SHlqJXRl-XI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qMU1iKrwJhY/s400/I+Strck+the+Lottery!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ultimate I've-Struck-The-Lottery Look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SHlqZz7xr9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Od2JrznINPg/s1600-h/KL+Twin+Towers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222322234583003090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SHlqZz7xr9I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Od2JrznINPg/s400/KL+Twin+Towers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view out Eileen's &amp;amp; my window&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SHlqaBxIw6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7xYIpfPf69o/s1600-h/mirrored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222322238296474530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SHlqaBxIw6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7xYIpfPf69o/s400/mirrored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School trips are actually the thing that makes school fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MATH TEST TMRW ZOMG&lt;br /&gt;BLOC TEST IN 5 WEEKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-4023085170205122572?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4023085170205122572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=4023085170205122572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/4023085170205122572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/4023085170205122572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/blast-from-past.html' title='blast from the past'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SHlo5A9yJtI/AAAAAAAAAHU/SwMGAT5w4kA/s72-c/Satellite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-4832472529728478527</id><published>2008-07-10T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:52:17.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><title type='text'>only as bright as you wanted me to be</title><content type='html'>It's thursday! Which means one more day till the end of the week! Which also means a smiley stack of triple sci assignments. You know, the sleek Citibank advertisement? I'll tell you something, &lt;strong&gt;my homework never sleeps&lt;/strong&gt;. It has a great sense of timing. *cringes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah it's been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It reminded me of when Alexa and I first entered the USA. We'd laugh at&lt;br /&gt;those green forms you have to fill out, with tough questions like 'Have you&lt;br /&gt;ever been, or are you currently involved in terrorism or war crimes?', 'Are you entering the country with the intention of committing a felony?' and 'Are you a total crackhead?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, is anyone stupid enough to answer yes to these things? I could just&lt;br /&gt;imagine the fleeing dictator, with a fake passport  and half the country's&lt;br /&gt;GNP in his luggage, chewing nervously on his airline pen and inadvertently&lt;br /&gt;ticking a 'yes' box. 'Damn', he'd think as the customs men dragged him on the plane to The Hague, 'I knew I should have said no to genocide.' &lt;/blockquote&gt;Now, this cracked me up real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I really hope they slash the prices for Singfest, I want to watch Jason Mraz! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-4832472529728478527?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4832472529728478527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=4832472529728478527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/4832472529728478527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/4832472529728478527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-as-bright-as-you-wanted-me-to-be.html' title='only as bright as you wanted me to be'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-2977031179764070988</id><published>2008-07-05T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T17:55:37.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><title type='text'>the tough gets going</title><content type='html'>While this place was closed, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished learning half of Jackson's Street Blues.&lt;br /&gt;Ate 3 IKEA hotdogs in a week.&lt;br /&gt;Slept an average of 5 hours each night.&lt;br /&gt;CLEARED MY HOMEWORK WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;Read the whole first edition of &lt;strong&gt;Agnes&lt;/strong&gt;: I have tampered with the divine plan.&lt;br /&gt;Had my last day of NP activity.&lt;br /&gt;Went rollerblading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to serve a bloody shuttlecock by next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;And finish my new weekend homework x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-2977031179764070988?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2977031179764070988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=2977031179764070988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2977031179764070988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2977031179764070988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/07/tough-gets-going.html' title='the tough gets going'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-421633426820326541</id><published>2008-06-12T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:15:02.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questionaires'/><title type='text'>im bored and refuse to do homework</title><content type='html'>Instructions: Remove one question from the above below and add in your personal question to make it a total 20 questions. Then tag 8 people in your list. List them out at the end of your post. Notify them in their chatbox that he/she have been tagged. Whoever does the tag, would get a blessing from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. WHO IS YOUR FAVOURITE PERSON TO CHAT WITH ON MSN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hester/Eddy/Rajiv because they are all hilarious people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. WHO IS THE PERSON YOU DO NOT TRUST THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, you know yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU THINK YOU HAVE ENOUGH CONFIDENCE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I have enough to handle the shit that life throws at me every now and then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. WHO DO YOU CONFIDE IN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hester &amp;amp; JRECL i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think so, except that maybe you could vanish my tan lines, get me a botched nose job, some botox there... -.- Obviously I am satisfied with myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF LOSING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The original me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ETERNITY LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks to reality, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. HAVE YOU BROKEN SOMEONE'S HEART TO THE EXTENT THAT HE/SHE TRIED TO COMMIT SUICIDE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That I'm beginning to be able to converse meaningfully with strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT ARE YOUR REQUIREMENTS FOR YOUR OTHER HALF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Boys with ear/body piercings need not apply. (That was half of the modern world guy population out, huh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU CHERISH EVERY FRIENDSHIP OF YOURS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For most of them I do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT DO YOU LIKE THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nice lazy, rainy afternoons. oh, and good food :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHO DO YOU WANT TO ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know, because nothing I say is going to be possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF FRIEND DO YOU HOPE TO BE IN YOUR FRIEND'S EYES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Able to listen and have fun with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DO YOU LOVE YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. WHICH DATES IN THE CALENDAR DO YOU LIKE THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whichever that happens to be "Last day of the School Year"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. IF YOU HAD A DREAM COME TRUE, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To read and eat (with no financial worry) for the rest! of! my! life~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL IN TIME AND RETURN TO A PHASE IN YOUR LIFE, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Year 2007, December 12, Disneyland Park, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. IF IT WERE THE END OF THE WORLD IN 24 HOURS, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tell all the people that I love how much I love them, then do the things I've been meaning to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;finish RMUN + STEP reflections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag anybody who wants to do this. c'mon you know you want to! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-421633426820326541?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/421633426820326541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=421633426820326541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/421633426820326541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/421633426820326541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-bored-and-refuse-to-do-homework.html' title='im bored and refuse to do homework'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-8985594035625209189</id><published>2008-06-11T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:05:56.536+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wails'/><title type='text'>merde happens!</title><content type='html'>The CCA selection deadline is 15th June which is FOUR days away and if I hadn't read Jhosy's blog and REALISED that such a survey existed -.- I would be doooooomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHAN CHARMAINE               CCA FOR TWO YEARS, (that's 2 x 365 days) VENTURE SCOUTS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It is perfectly possible because without the survey, they would have taken my default gender to be male (no offence to venture scouts, it was a random pick). Nobody'd bother, least of all the school clerk who is working overtime to compile the darned Excel sheets for three hundred and what, eighty eight students. I wouldn't be jolly enough to check through smelly paperwork for somebody's gender if I lived on cheap 3 in 1 coffee packets every morning for a week. But I'd give a sick orgasmic growl while jabbing the mouse pointer at any random alphabet choice and -clicks enter- ooo, venture scouts. Mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;This is the epicentre of a bad dream T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alritey, lets go click the survey form. If you see me in library club next year you'll know what happened. The school clerk became more creative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My homework is this lovely highgrounds with a nice plateau that sways with tiny willow trees. It also says: Deadline 24th June Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS POST IS ABSOLUTELY FICITIOUS WITH EXCEPTION OF AUTHOR'S NAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SIMILARITIES IN SCHOOL PROCEDURES ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE SCHOOL CLERK IS NON-EXISTANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THANK YOU (INSERT CIVIL SMILEY FACE)&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/9097991400115866824-8985594035625209189?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8985594035625209189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=8985594035625209189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/8985594035625209189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/8985594035625209189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/merde-happens.html' title='merde happens!'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-690521816994142153</id><published>2008-06-08T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:32:13.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary Works'/><title type='text'>cloisewounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Perhaps it is easier to deal with being out of step with the world around you&lt;br /&gt;than it is to find the creative impulse if you can only see the world in narrow,&lt;br /&gt;preconceived ways. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat up late last night with my torch and diary and wrote. Furiously wrote, till I lost sense of time, lost touch of how far away I was from myself, only intent on getting there to see the answers to the questions burning all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young, I sat near windows.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the day as it walked past me&lt;br /&gt;And waved hello to the night.&lt;br /&gt;I used to think,&lt;br /&gt;Oh the broken-backed moon, where do you go&lt;br /&gt;after the week you grow thin.&lt;br /&gt;Do you die?&lt;br /&gt;Where do they put you then,&lt;br /&gt;will your soul be folded twice and placed&lt;br /&gt;gently in a flowered vase&lt;br /&gt;and covered with embroidery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come to fetch me, it said.&lt;br /&gt;Who, I ask.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, some things we never know&lt;br /&gt;Till we get there ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;But you will, you will put mine in a vase for me,&lt;br /&gt;won't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still point to the moon, save for&lt;br /&gt;cuts on my earlobes&lt;br /&gt;as mothers have always warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay if you don't understand, sometimes I find more questions than answers by writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-690521816994142153?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/690521816994142153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=690521816994142153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/690521816994142153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/690521816994142153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/cloisewounds.html' title='cloisewounds'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-5287934448270611690</id><published>2008-06-07T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:44:22.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>So, that's my Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEqsJxR4nCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/M13-pyb5cBM/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209165202854550562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEqsJxR4nCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/M13-pyb5cBM/s400/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amphibious DUKw Tours Ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEqrv2U4kRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lbOpxZXa0sw/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209164757532709138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEqrv2U4kRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/lbOpxZXa0sw/s400/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SG Flyer, $10K per capsule&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEqrwbRuXCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kZX52cvo6SE/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209164767451569186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEqrwbRuXCI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kZX52cvo6SE/s400/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the place i wanna live :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEqrwgkPOVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-o-WNEEw6gk/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209164768871397714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEqrwgkPOVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/-o-WNEEw6gk/s400/DSC00602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the capsule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEqrxO9PprI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zF9i4HC-6-k/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209164781324314290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEqrxO9PprI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zF9i4HC-6-k/s400/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the very top&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/9097991400115866824-5287934448270611690?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5287934448270611690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=5287934448270611690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5287934448270611690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5287934448270611690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-thats-my-saturday.html' title='So, that&apos;s my Saturday'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEqsJxR4nCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/M13-pyb5cBM/s72-c/DSC00595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-1681876822144997473</id><published>2008-06-06T14:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T22:06:57.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='STEP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>Pictures and Recounts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjbdCnH5kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/oaMBEF9i4rI/s1600-h/STEP+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello you all! I'm back from Thailand after six hilariously fun days :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I not only met but bonded with the Thai students and guess what, talked with rv people that I've never spoken to before in this whole 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And did a lot of shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[edit] 40.5 KG HURRAH! after sixdays on study-vacation [/edit]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEOPLE PHOTOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjYi3Y_btI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BBcdo7n1YL8/s1600-h/STEP+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208651062549901010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjYi3Y_btI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BBcdo7n1YL8/s400/STEP+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@ Kanchanaburi War Cemetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjbduJuY9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/ff9F5cC-DaA/s1600-h/STEP+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208654272705487826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjbduJuY9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/ff9F5cC-DaA/s400/STEP+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEMING went to Thailand!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjbeJsupOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HOAs5vtR7v8/s1600-h/STEP+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208654280100062434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjbeJsupOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/HOAs5vtR7v8/s400/STEP+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; My Buddy, POPO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjbeoYm1YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iGmw-29Bvo0/s1600-h/STEP+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208654288337163650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjbeoYm1YI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iGmw-29Bvo0/s400/STEP+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has to be the gayest thing on earth xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjZ3nQnz2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/6GDL_PUGwTU/s1600-h/STEP+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208652518508711778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjZ3nQnz2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/6GDL_PUGwTU/s400/STEP+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RVNP went to Thailand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjZ37LSg1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/GQ2yLtBQbyw/s1600-h/STEP+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208652523855053650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjZ37LSg1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/GQ2yLtBQbyw/s400/STEP+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri and I under that terrible 34 deg celsius &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjZ4qyJNoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5g-FpfFJ5uQ/s1600-h/STEP+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208652536634488450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjZ4qyJNoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5g-FpfFJ5uQ/s400/STEP+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yanni &amp;amp; I!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjZ5NzNFWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pxBulwjIlnA/s1600-h/STEP+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208652546034177378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjZ5NzNFWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pxBulwjIlnA/s400/STEP+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjZ5akYe5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/-h99ckVveS4/s1600-h/STEP+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208652549461670802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjZ5akYe5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/-h99ckVveS4/s400/STEP+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mattayomsuksa 2/10 B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjYiRjoTCI/AAAAAAAAAE8/guPWbgWETNo/s1600-h/STEP+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjYjAdP_rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lcsZCtDYsPc/s1600-h/STEP+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208651064983682738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjYjAdP_rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/lcsZCtDYsPc/s400/STEP+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Group Photo :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjYjUt6JOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Bq7WBiaDmr0/s1600-h/STEP+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208651070422263010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjYjUt6JOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Bq7WBiaDmr0/s400/STEP+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha it reads: R-M-U-N&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUN FACTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Mr. Bryan Tan takes an average of 3 shots per group photo, and he always takes a few pictures away from our direction while we are stuck in a pose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. The Samsen students love DBSK &amp;amp; Super Junior lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. Some people actually bargained for toilet fees! (3 people for 2 baht)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. I made prankcalls in the hotel and 75% failed because Geri &amp;amp; ChihYun were laughing away xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. We played Catching with the Thai girls in our full school uniform (aka in a skirt)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6. People like Daniel and Zeming like to walk into people's photographs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;7. The boys forced 3 transvestites to take a photo with them at the mall :O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;8. They serve non-spicy Tom Yam soup in Thailand!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;9. I spoke to a brown bug to convince it to stay under the basin while I bathed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;10. I learnt to play my first poker card games, Bridge and Tytee on this trip (thanks to Zeming)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;11. Chern Yi brings his entire luggage into the toilet with him when he bathes! Hahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;12. The gathering in room 601 drank 5.6% alcohol in something on the last day (including Geri) and there were several red faces in the room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;13. We played cards and watched MTV till midnight and woke at 5AM everyday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;14. Yu Hui cut himself while shaving and walked around with a plaster on his chin for the rest of the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;15. We ran half the time while shopping :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;16. Pooping/Dietary fibre became a hot topic with rooms 611 &amp;amp; 612. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;17. The thai women/girls are mostly very pretty (including the transvestites!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I was literally condemned by everybody when I lost my phone.. and found it in my pocket T.T &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That, and many more later (: Yay I found Horton Hears a Who! online, off to watch the ending :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-1681876822144997473?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1681876822144997473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=1681876822144997473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/1681876822144997473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/1681876822144997473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/06/pictures-and-recounts.html' title='Pictures and Recounts'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SEjYi3Y_btI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BBcdo7n1YL8/s72-c/STEP+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-1906407121966147158</id><published>2008-05-31T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:00:01.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>motions</title><content type='html'>CHARMAINE IS IN THAILAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; will not have access to the web, nor the Thai King, unfortunately. I'll be on a school trip for six days and - my laptop battery is running flat - you can all pray hard for me that I am allowed a non-chilli choice of meals, like how the vegetarians are allowed their vegan meals. I heard about the Thai weather which is as hot as their chillipadi, an FRIGGING average 34 degrees celsius. The choices stand, either melt or contract skin cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy. I'm going to arm myself with my heavyweight boxing camera, yeah yeah not the recent wimpy ultraslim ones (i'm only criticizing because I don't have one? xD) and snap everything Thai (: I'm excited about the palaces and the cheap shopping mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-1906407121966147158?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/1906407121966147158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=1906407121966147158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/1906407121966147158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/1906407121966147158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/motions.html' title='motions'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-5461941764769187633</id><published>2008-05-30T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:54:06.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really short ones'/><title type='text'>llamas, taupok &amp; superlatives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; ECOSOC III &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;IRAN&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RMUN 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and AHEM too, who shall not be mentioned here for the sake of discretion.&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/9097991400115866824-5461941764769187633?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5461941764769187633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=5461941764769187633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5461941764769187633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5461941764769187633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/llamas-taupok-superlatives.html' title='llamas, taupok &amp; superlatives'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-6065605525316931056</id><published>2008-05-20T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:12:52.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>angmoh revisited</title><content type='html'>DOUBLES UP AS SOUVENIRS HOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK8KJf3Y0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/-hIqLDl6bd8/s1600-h/Scattered+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202427402100630338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK8KJf3Y0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/-hIqLDl6bd8/s400/Scattered+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK8KZf3Y1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ofAJ-u_WEug/s1600-h/Scattered+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202427406395597650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK8KZf3Y1I/AAAAAAAAAEE/ofAJ-u_WEug/s400/Scattered+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah gorgeoux!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK-l5f3Y5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/RIfZgDEu9xw/s1600-h/Scattered+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202430077865255826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK-l5f3Y5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/RIfZgDEu9xw/s400/Scattered+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK8LJf3Y3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/agj7MpMQNb4/s1600-h/Scattered+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202427419280499570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK8LJf3Y3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/agj7MpMQNb4/s400/Scattered+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK8LZf3Y4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/kDx5wKVZdTU/s1600-h/Scattered+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202427423575466882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK8LZf3Y4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/kDx5wKVZdTU/s400/Scattered+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These drink machines dispense unlimited amounts of anything, from green tea to sapporo beer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202425941811749618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK61Jf3YvI/AAAAAAAAADU/I8_FxECE1B4/s400/Scattered+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waikiki&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK61pf3YwI/AAAAAAAAADc/s7N6NC6k61Q/s1600-h/Scattered+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202425950401684226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK61pf3YwI/AAAAAAAAADc/s7N6NC6k61Q/s400/Scattered+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK62Jf3YxI/AAAAAAAAADk/6Xoj6zOrGFQ/s1600-h/Scattered+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202425958991618834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK62Jf3YxI/AAAAAAAAADk/6Xoj6zOrGFQ/s400/Scattered+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually had more Korean meals than Western ones, because the Chinese takeouts were all horrible and hey the Korean side dishes are really good (large portions)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202425963286586146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK62Zf3YyI/AAAAAAAAADs/PE9CcXJBEus/s400/Scattered+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK625f3YzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1MUpNHixIbo/s1600-h/Scattered+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202425971876520754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK625f3YzI/AAAAAAAAAD0/1MUpNHixIbo/s400/Scattered+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pineapple Ice Cream for all'f you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-6065605525316931056?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6065605525316931056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=6065605525316931056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6065605525316931056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6065605525316931056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/angmoh-revisited.html' title='angmoh revisited'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SDK8KJf3Y0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/-hIqLDl6bd8/s72-c/Scattered+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-6818513089598580781</id><published>2008-05-17T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:41:57.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Place on Earth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wahaha check this out:&lt;/p&gt;My Bug's Land photo of Mister Catapillar has been "chosen" to star in the Schmap California Guide (2nd Edition) for Disneyland Park and is published! Fun stuff eh. And all I did was to leave my photos on Flickr and they found it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SC6JH5f3YuI/AAAAAAAAADM/CT7cayByo3g/s1600-h/Schmap+Screeny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201245388446065378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SC6JH5f3YuI/AAAAAAAAADM/CT7cayByo3g/s400/Schmap+Screeny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;CLICK TO ENLARGE, PHOTO @ TOP RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And no it is not by THIMY. Some link error -.- To view more photos, search Squoshye on Flickr! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course there are other more professional ones that offer you much more insight into Cali attractions as compared to a fat green catapillar eating some peach-looking thinggy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just check out the photos included for the Golden Gate Bridge! Mine probably pales in comparison. They managed to get the waves and all for it! Well considering that there were throngs of Japanese crowding around the viewpoint and the pigeons kept trying to get into the picture, those weren't easy to take at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After reading the descriptions you'll feel like flying right there too ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-6818513089598580781?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6818513089598580781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=6818513089598580781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6818513089598580781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6818513089598580781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-favorite-place-on-earth.html' title='My Favorite Place on Earth!'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SC6JH5f3YuI/AAAAAAAAADM/CT7cayByo3g/s72-c/Schmap+Screeny.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-6830438501223888351</id><published>2008-05-14T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:31:44.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literary Works'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>Clandestine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SCqjR5f3YtI/AAAAAAAAADE/AipJZE3U7rs/s1600-h/Inspi(RED)000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200148247640236754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SCqjR5f3YtI/AAAAAAAAADE/AipJZE3U7rs/s400/Inspi(RED)000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;DIFFERENT, JUST DIFFERENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Had a lovely time with jhosy the grass-plucking, posh beaver yesterday during tent pitching and I decorated anty with some twine (transformed her into an awkward mother earth -.-) after peekuai stopped being a moron with my watch. Well, that was wonderful and i know im going to miss everysingledaaaaamned one of those squaddies after rvnp s3o7 goes into oblivion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You put a basketball in my face and grinned at me while i was a walking zombie that afternoon from mourning for my math paper (er, which came to life again after that) and that totally made my day (: After so long, the gaps simply fill themselves in, the ground becomes even and the air above it nonexistant. The voices so clear, the roads, the other people blend into a fulfilling, insignificant blur, and your words sit in my head comfortably and remain there long enough for me to replay them like aural scenes. Talking to you has made me realise how much I've moved along these few years, while you chided me for my-bad-experience. Half the people that are/were in my life you know personally, and the other half, it's as if you knew them as well. You're like my personal shrink -.- Things will clear up for you like it did me, my friend :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's been sooo long that I wrote something &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; for the sake of education, so here it is, nicely short and simple but if you can visualize it, that's going to be marvellous for you cos I saw it going on in my head while I wrote! I personally love the first two lines of each stanza so youre not allowed to criticize those or I'll bite you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fortunate that the rhyming ends came to me absolutely naturally while I was tapping on the keyboard and this was completed in a record ten minutes woohoo. Okay I know poetry writing is about the feeling and all but the time taken definitely shows that height of inspiration I had! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Enjoy ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;line&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A runaway thread catches the light&lt;br /&gt;falls to the ground and waits to be tried&lt;br /&gt;A thousand and one patterns&lt;br /&gt;from the same stitching needle,&lt;br /&gt;little runaway white sits on the meter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hewn from his sole he hangs from a blade,&lt;br /&gt;then put through machines and the mud man's trades.&lt;br /&gt;He sings the same song, and wears the same dye&lt;br /&gt;stands strong and curved in a short-lived arc&lt;br /&gt;on an overly expensive Hallmark card.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have made a literary offering today! Am going back to Sleuth now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-6830438501223888351?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6830438501223888351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=6830438501223888351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6830438501223888351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6830438501223888351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/different-just-different-had-lovely.html' title='Clandestine'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SCqjR5f3YtI/AAAAAAAAADE/AipJZE3U7rs/s72-c/Inspi(RED)000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-2533414003423880933</id><published>2008-05-09T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T16:00:12.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><title type='text'>Hello (Again,) World</title><content type='html'>This is scary alright. All my papers are finaaaaally over and now I still have to burn midnight oil for rmun ppt tomorrow aaaaaaaaaah~ My working paper is this piece of unbaked pie I tell you -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel totally released from the exam mode =D We ended at 930am (lovely time in the morning, nobody at the cinema) and we ditched the idea of doing rmun and went to vivo to catch Dance of the Dragon instead. I liked the literary references but the storyline was in bits and pieces so... yeah. Hester &amp;amp; I were holding this huge book (length is twice our waists when opened) about the whole damn analysis of the Mona Lisa painting including the nature of the CRACKS ON THE CANVAS. Cool right =D They had horizonal and quadrangular cracks lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found some overly expensive international fashion magazines but they had pretty good stuff in them (: Now I'm going to go and indulge in the wondrous world of RPG (!) oh, and do my working paper &amp;amp; visual aid ehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally looking forward to days of sufficient sleep :))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-2533414003423880933?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2533414003423880933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=2533414003423880933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2533414003423880933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2533414003423880933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-again-world.html' title='Hello (Again,) World'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-4706482046397649812</id><published>2008-04-19T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T22:01:58.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Stuff'/><title type='text'>The Brevity Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Borders USA sent along their daily comic (I'm so getting their wall calendar series!):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAn6r7S9HmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IsSOiC3BDTA/s1600-h/brevity3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190955678079721058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAn6r7S9HmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IsSOiC3BDTA/s400/brevity3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow. Is this blatant refusal or what?&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/9097991400115866824-4706482046397649812?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/4706482046397649812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=4706482046397649812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/4706482046397649812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/4706482046397649812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/brevity-series.html' title='The Brevity Series'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAn6r7S9HmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IsSOiC3BDTA/s72-c/brevity3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-5631156471632706346</id><published>2008-04-19T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T20:48:58.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><title type='text'>Headstrong, crazy days</title><content type='html'>Hello people! It's been a rough week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sleeping at 2am, waking at 6, and getting home at 8pm. Leaves me little time for idling around ): The teachers have been dishing out self-study topics (very generously -.-) and doing the here's-your-assignment-hand-it-in-on-Monday line and I read about a 100 pages on a paper on the Issue of Small Arms and Light Weapons. Think my eyes are about dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that totally reminds me about Peekuai who took one look at my research papers and started yelling about Charmaine turning Islam (!) because my delegation country's Iran and he was going "Ooooh, so you gonna plant a bomb in my house?" and I said (chidingly of course) "Yeah that's exactly what im going to do!" and he went "YOU TERRORIST!" and the whole thing went on for like, the entire CCA act lol. And Min Ee actually caught on and played along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing fun things with squadmates (when I'm not catching some cadets with their shirts nonchalantly tucked out) and the trip to P.Semakau this week was fun! Things I do these days, I felt I wouldn't be doing them justice if I put them on paper. Those things should be left for a little surprise when I see something normal and everyday that reminds me, a little exclamation to the people around me, a nice feeling when it means something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this song called Fidelity by Regina Spektor (a really long time ago, but still) that has got voice quality &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; good *points to neck level* and the music video really queer but fresh in a good way (: Too bad the radio hasn't gotten to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAnp17S9HlI/AAAAAAAAACs/VPlSFKljCaM/s1600-h/USA002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190937158180740690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAnp17S9HlI/AAAAAAAAACs/VPlSFKljCaM/s400/USA002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THIS PLACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i took it myself, wasn't torn from a postcard lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-5631156471632706346?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5631156471632706346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=5631156471632706346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5631156471632706346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5631156471632706346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/headstrong-crazy-days.html' title='Headstrong, crazy days'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAnp17S9HlI/AAAAAAAAACs/VPlSFKljCaM/s72-c/USA002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-3325726204112600061</id><published>2008-04-12T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:36:50.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>Long Returns</title><content type='html'>I was bored and decided to try a few new techniques (obviously amateur) with the brainless christmas mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAAprteUvvI/AAAAAAAAACE/k4s7lQZvTjs/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188192601648709362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAAprteUvvI/AAAAAAAAACE/k4s7lQZvTjs/s400/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's with surrounding light, no white balance and no flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAApsNeUvwI/AAAAAAAAACM/UZUzmxx7pno/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188192610238643970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAApsNeUvwI/AAAAAAAAACM/UZUzmxx7pno/s400/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's my first attempt at shrouding darkness on lighted object, (although you can still see a weeny patch of the floor), in darkness, indirect flash and set up under my bed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAApsdeUvxI/AAAAAAAAACU/TyPsTP-3Uuo/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188192614533611282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAApsdeUvxI/AAAAAAAAACU/TyPsTP-3Uuo/s400/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its a mirror image, with a fleshy part of hand at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAApsdeUvyI/AAAAAAAAACc/xuBc7bqkwB4/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188192614533611298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAApsdeUvyI/AAAAAAAAACc/xuBc7bqkwB4/s400/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First attempt at reflection. Done at night, because I haven't found how to do it in daylight. No surrounding light, illuminated object, taken from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAApsteUvzI/AAAAAAAAACk/3_dhmP8ERV8/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188192618828578610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAApsteUvzI/AAAAAAAAACk/3_dhmP8ERV8/s400/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one was taken in the midst of limweikai threatening to confiscate my phone, and successfully built with adnalim after erm, many falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long absence wasn't it? Been out a lot (until the bruises on my foot decided to surface) then I hadn't had energy for anything else except sit in bed and read. Did 3 paperbacks in that period of time O.O Picoult has a new book which I.am.itching.to.get. and I have a lot of weekend work to finish particularly because I haven't started on RMUN research yet ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The MATH TEST!on monday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tv is getting more interesting nowadays (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-3325726204112600061?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/3325726204112600061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=3325726204112600061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/3325726204112600061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/3325726204112600061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-returns.html' title='Long Returns'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SAAprteUvvI/AAAAAAAAACE/k4s7lQZvTjs/s72-c/DSC00394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-5410183167191614664</id><published>2008-03-26T19:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:13:22.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>quite dreadful</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/R-o3qExWWlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4XvtE9nxrpk/s1600-h/rainy+day+by+frederick+d..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182015517217938002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/R-o3qExWWlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4XvtE9nxrpk/s400/rainy+day+by+frederick+d..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;RAINY DAY BY FREDERIC D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"Now, that looks pale in comparison."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;"The love of a family is life's greatest blessing." Oh dear Lord, it had better be. Why did I even feel compelled to write on something too deep to explain, and MY POINTS WERE TRIVIAL! I felt I was revolving around the nuclear family, the parents, the children, the adverse effects, the widespread feeling and I didn't write the stuff that I wanted to write UGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The thought that "is it really life's GREATEST blessing" came to me far too late into the essay. (Well it is, by the way. You don't make a family as you want it, you get what you get.) So many things eluded me while writing. My memory is failing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was sniffing and choking on my own noxious runny nose substance throughout the whole paper and at some point my brain liquid must have started flowing in the wrong direction. It must! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I could have chosen the one on the topic of education in films, but I didn't. I like things that I can explore, look into and write about but I didn't cover very much ground and I think I was just chipping the tip of the iceberg the whole way, which is digusting and sloppy behaviour and ugggggggggh my writing is going on the downward plunge like the sub-prime crisis is doing to the US dollar! &lt;/p&gt;And I am quite positive that I spelt &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;juvenile deliquency&lt;/span&gt; in a queer manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a whiner aren't I. Never mind, I shall go and look for a nice, &lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt; mountain hole to hide myself in.&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/9097991400115866824-5410183167191614664?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5410183167191614664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=5410183167191614664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5410183167191614664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5410183167191614664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/quite-dreadful.html' title='quite dreadful'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/R-o3qExWWlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4XvtE9nxrpk/s72-c/rainy+day+by+frederick+d..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-2242799865451054554</id><published>2008-03-20T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:54:31.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really short ones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>Easily Contented</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/R-Jpc0xWWhI/AAAAAAAAABc/T1hCkv0kv8s/s1600-h/USA087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179818465352374802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/R-Jpc0xWWhI/AAAAAAAAABc/T1hCkv0kv8s/s400/USA087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;NO SCHOOL TOMORROW! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so glad to see this particular public holiday although I don't partake in Good Friday. It gives me great comfort to know that I am at least a quarter of the country away from the stale air-conditioned classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I can sleep in, then walk out to buy coffee and sit in a small shophouse bookstore and read. Mmm then we can have more recent photos (: Wonderful, wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am very coherent but I can't be bothered anymore. I need bed. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-2242799865451054554?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/2242799865451054554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=2242799865451054554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2242799865451054554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/2242799865451054554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/easily-contented.html' title='Easily Contented'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/R-Jpc0xWWhI/AAAAAAAAABc/T1hCkv0kv8s/s72-c/USA087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-5132254548682817083</id><published>2008-03-16T14:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T14:44:05.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self-evaluation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoblog'/><title type='text'>Semi-patriotic, Full-time self-critic</title><content type='html'>I re-read all my posts (bad habit #101, explain later) and I'm like &lt;em&gt;Hey this girl is whiny&lt;/em&gt;. Come to think of it, I wouldn't be able to write about what a gorgeous, peaceful day I had (unless I had one) and half your life as a Sec 4 student is hair-pulling chaos. My full-stops don't seem to be serving their purpose because it sounds like (go on, read a paragraph out loud) I'm saying all this in &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; breath. Unhealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Winata during a chinese compo-writing lesson. The context here is that 45minutes into the lesson and I had only a few miserable lines of words written while Winata's paper looked like it was on a diet. So I asked her, if she had a habit of reading and re-reading the lines she wrote to ensure that they are coherent and mull over the next line and she nodded. I continued, "When I write an especially good line I'll sit there and read it about 50 times and think to myself, what a genius I am!" and she exclaimed YAH YAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called easily inflated egotistic nature. [ &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;There was a five minute pause here because I was praising myself for coming up with that sophisticated term&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;grins&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway to curb the whining, I shall go walking in more er, interesting places and bring back photos! Those large scale professional looking ones, yes. The only camera I own is the 2megapix one in my handphone but mind you it takes superb shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/R9zAiheHePI/AAAAAAAAABE/48OMINMYoq8/s1600-h/USA093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178225370902001906" style="WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" height="357" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/R9zAiheHePI/AAAAAAAAABE/48OMINMYoq8/s400/USA093.JPG" width="556" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;DISNEYLAND USA - FLOWERS BY CITY CAROUSEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Beat this, baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-5132254548682817083?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/5132254548682817083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=5132254548682817083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5132254548682817083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/5132254548682817083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/semi-patriotic-full-time-self-critic.html' title='Semi-patriotic, Full-time self-critic'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/R9zAiheHePI/AAAAAAAAABE/48OMINMYoq8/s72-c/USA093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-7765316199580840617</id><published>2008-03-13T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:23:43.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>Wasabi Attack!</title><content type='html'>Fourth Day into the March Hols and I haven't really done any work, except sit on the couch and -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP EATING THAT SEAWEED/(fill in the blank) CHARMAINE! YOU'LL GROW FAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I can't stop eating to save my life. When my sister went to Melaka on a supposed study trip, all she brought back was humongous packs of wasabi-flavored seaweed (what was on her mind??) and a few plushies. So I'm actually pretty hydrated despite all that junk food because I have to down something like, 3 cups of water after 10 pieces of the spicy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling myself, in a really serious tone that I have to be work-oriented and complete &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; my work by this holiday, but I'm already having trouble trying to locate my homework. Like, I can't remember which folder I put my SBQs in. OCD means to be very very organised but somehow I just cannot get organised enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been some kind of torrential downpour and my mother insisted we should get some fresh air and walk to lunch. Brilliant ideas that mothers have sometimes, no? Barely halfway on the way back when we were all fat and drowsy, the rain started pelting like dinner plates and blew a hole in my umbrella. When I reached home and wringed my t-shirt i think it put a glass of water to shame heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seaweed packet says: Oil-Free. How do you fry anything without oil anyway! As Riea was telling me, "If all else fails I shall be a cook, and I will have to have hired help to handle the knives and all that fire. NO WAY am I going anyway near those fires!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right. So you can be the first microwave oven cook. o.0"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much do you think I'll earn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she can be such a dunce =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-7765316199580840617?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/7765316199580840617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=7765316199580840617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7765316199580840617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/7765316199580840617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/fourth-day-into-march-hols-and-i-havent.html' title='Wasabi Attack!'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-8326541897055133033</id><published>2008-03-01T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:02:36.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam Chronicles'/><title type='text'>Sad Textbook Noises</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good. Today at least, I think my voice is irritating. It irritates myself! How can your voice irritate yourself -.- Anyway I spent the night on the living room couch because there was some bloody fast-flapping-wheezing fly in my bedroom which I couldn't chase out. I threw my A Math textbook onto it and I swear it was trapped under the book for like 10 seconds, then I took the book back up, thinking there, sticky things have sticky ends, when the damned fly flapped its wings right up and disappeared above my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite slow-moving that day anyway, most probably cos it didn't get to suck my blood for quite long now. Dang fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wake up at 7am this morning for the CC Comp (not that I'm complaining) but we went there for nothing because it was pouring so heavily the grass looked like SEAWEED. In the sense that it was like, swimming in the smelly water already. And the most of the bashas looked like sunken botox-injected boobs. Multiple pairs! Don't get me wrong, I LOVE THE RAIN. But that love is only confined to sleeping time, or Tuesday phys ed lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, wasted morning. And we were all drenched because nobody (that's including me) had enough sense to open an umbrella (I didn't say "bring" because BFF decided to only open his when we reached the bus stop x.x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my monthly dental appointment today and I got really tight chains on my braces this time round which hurts so bad! BFF chose lime green and boy it looks kinda weird, especially if I smiled at you from about 5m away you would have though my mouth was full of luminous algae.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this screwed up my dinner successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping at night and I saw this pair of GORGEOUS sport shoes (I don't know, I dont find anything gorgeous about girly shoes, the word for them is instead: painful) that were ON SALE. $29.90! Newsflash: TWENTY NINE NINETY! ONLY! But my dad refused to pay for them, and instead made me purchase a pair of egyptian looking slippers painted silver with a mickey mouse jewel seated in velvet cloth which was about $24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly! You could give, no, just loan me five bucks and I can get that spiffy pair of ON SALE running shoes instead of some sandals that make my feet look overly exposed and naked. I can so predict the pain when people step on my little toe that is left hanging vulnerably from the slipper ZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw a corporate looking dress I like! I found the lovely Sony Ericsson clamshell Z series phone is actually still selling (wonderfulwonderful!) and I'm so going to get it HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm worried about my math paper on Monday. Like really really worried. MATH!!!!!!!!!! I've covered the Addition, Double A, R and Factor Formulae today already but I haven't tried the Revision and Misc Exercise AND I havent started on Sin/Cos Rule AND I haven't touched my homework AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can envision the dominatorix MATH paper wearing my dream running shoes and running away with my marks in tonight's dream.&lt;br /&gt;SAVE ME!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-8326541897055133033?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/8326541897055133033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=8326541897055133033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/8326541897055133033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/8326541897055133033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/03/ack-day.html' title='Sad Textbook Noises'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-232707707673168777</id><published>2008-02-29T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:03:41.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Really short ones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>HAPPY LEAP YEAR!</title><content type='html'>That reminds me, I need to watch The Leap Years and (i know stop giving me the zomg-i-thought-you-had-good-taste look -.-) ignore the newspaper ratings because baby THE RAIN SCENE BEATS THE HOLLYWOOD STUFF! Trust me, that $9 is worth it &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt; for that gorgeous dripping wet Wong Li Lin in a wedding dress scene :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my video's done loading =D &lt;br /&gt;-returns to indulge in unhealthy drama serials-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-232707707673168777?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/232707707673168777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=232707707673168777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/232707707673168777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/232707707673168777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-leap-year.html' title='HAPPY LEAP YEAR!'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-6889804775597314025</id><published>2008-02-18T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:02:00.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>Fail-tality</title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to fail my math test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: No exclamation marks, no question marks - MARKS! I NEED 17 out of 25 MARKS! - just this funny looking detachedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was careless, unprepared, blurred-eyed (all thanks to the stupid chilli sauce in the hokkien mee) and argh. I usually do better off in tests where I hold my breath throughout (not literally). This time I took about 3 breaths. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to hold my tear ducts until I ran upstairs and confronted Hester and CRIED. I am so very disappointed with myself ): And then I became totally detached from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a local bookstore to get my physics practice papers and found this whole display table of tons and tons of revision guides and assessment papers and TYS. The last time I checked, they sold next to nothing of pointless Geography assignments, puny math books and chinese idiom books the thickness of your thumb. No, not your thumb vertically. Your thumb HORIZONTALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Eileen approached me while I was still dipping my toe into the fascinating realm of revision guides to everything-and-anything the GCE O levels test (the rest of my body was still continuing its sink into the dark abyss of math doom) and jabbed a finger at the Longman Additional Mathematics guide I had open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked "What are you doing with this?" And I took about two seconds to look up and say "Hi!" in a happy falsetto before registering her question - wrongly -  and asking her "So what are you doing here?" She replied that she came to get a green pen and I must have looked a bit startled, because she returned me a look and rephrased her initial question. I mean, why, when you are about to FAAAAAIL your math test, care about trivial things like buying a green pen? TRIVIAL! This time I attempted to answer her question using a long and loud "oooooooh" before saying "I came here to get my TYS, cos Suria wants us to get it mmm" and proceeded to turn back to the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen jabbed her finger at it again, and said rather irritatedly "no, I mean why do you need this? You have math tuition!" Oh great. Now you have to ring another math doom bell. So I said in a very detached and flat tone "Yeah.. isn't Longman good? Yeah yeah Longman is good. So I just look at it loh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she decided that my brain was twisted into a badly shaped lump of grapefruit and quickly bade goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved off to the cashier queue, and hugged the books. Yingying passed by in a brisk walk, I didn't notice her until she was halfway past me and she had an expression on her face that looked like a smile. So I smiled back. I say &lt;em&gt;it looked like a smile&lt;/em&gt; because it could have a been a poor attempt at trying to hold back her spit at me, a painful cringe or maybe she was just smiling. Anyhow, I didn't have enough spare brain cells to make this decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people have this affinity with people, like people on the streets. I was at the foot of the hill when this tall Indian man carrying a Crumpler laptop bag (no, I'm still alive enough to notice branded bags) said "Hello there!" in a sunken tone. I turned around 180 degrees before realising that it was directed at me. So I said "Er, hi." And I thought, maybe you failed your math test too. But I clamped my books under my armpit and held my Nalgene bottle steady for defense. Hey my Nalgene is pink and formidable ok. One knock and the rapist K.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swung a mallet into my kneecap (just last week!) so I think I'm actually pretty good at whacking lumps of meat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-6889804775597314025?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/6889804775597314025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=6889804775597314025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6889804775597314025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/6889804775597314025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/fail-tality.html' title='Fail-tality'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097991400115866824.post-217350796326516799</id><published>2008-02-06T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:02:00.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off Days'/><title type='text'>初一</title><content type='html'>I slammed down on the snooze button FIVE times this morning, happily thinking that they won't book us for being late on Chinese New Year's Eve. Load of tosh! &lt;strong&gt;I was late today&lt;/strong&gt;! Late today! What a way to start the lunar year -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hell lot of other people were late too, but they were all the picture of perfect i've-done-this-a-million-times, and oh-let's-take-our-time, look, the whole world is late! I guess you can pretty much distinguish the first-timers, by their dreadful looks and the way they flap their arms for the bus 200m away. Like me. -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus with Min Ee and her classmate (finally!) when the sun was already nice and bright in the sky. Mr. BFF and JJ were standing beside each other and they both smiled gaily at me when I looked at them worriedly. I returned a very eh, cracked morning-face smile, but it was a very good effort okay! I was yearning to yell OMFG I AM LATE! CHARMAINE IS NEVER LATE! to the entire bus, but thanks to my powerful self-control, I managed not to -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I returned them a gay smile each at school afterwards (: Dreadful, dreadful. It never pays to be late, unless you like slouching and doing the eyeball roll at student councillors while trying to accidentally misspell your name in the late book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I found out (only when I reached the classroom) that my stupid water bottle was leaking and all the stuff in my bag was soaked ugggh. But my phone was still functioning, despite the fact that I had to wring the water out of my handphone pouch heh. The performances were boring, I slept through half of them. I only remember being awake for the CLDDS and music videos showcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay and I went back to our primary school after that! There was nothing much to see cos my chinese teacher quit (haha the one who always makes me stand because I don't do her homework) and nobody else went back! We went to Swensens' after that and ordered two huge executive lunches and one Clam Chowder to share, which was $34 too much for us to finish! We ordered the baked Mac 'N' Cheese and it smelt funny, tasted weird and I ended up having to strain all the milk out of the pasta. Gee and we wasted half the food heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Jumana and her friend, then Yingci dropped by and we laughed about Thwin Thoo, our Burmese classmate who had a crush on Kay in what, P5 hahaha! I spilled a whole cup of carbonated grape drink on myself and my bag halfway through the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My year is dooooooomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be wet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9097991400115866824-217350796326516799?l=shockdsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/217350796326516799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9097991400115866824&amp;postID=217350796326516799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/217350796326516799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9097991400115866824/posts/default/217350796326516799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shockdsocks.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='初一'/><author><name>Charmaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325717050202230897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYnJRNm-s/SeHXalmrSkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/DSP7e7_e1XY/S220/Days+of+our+lives.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
