<?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-18494189</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:29:12.178-07:00</updated><category term='Prommmmm.....'/><category term='A level results'/><category term='Anti mugging syndrome'/><category term='Not so special day'/><category term='National Day 2008'/><category term='FCUK'/><category term='relief teaching'/><category term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>Deliciously Bimbotic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-6098281768387408931</id><published>2009-02-03T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:39:44.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm doing all i can to refrain from screaming, jumping and pulling my hair out. I can feel my insides turning, my heart quenching... and not forgetting that incessant ringing noise in my ear that Alicia deduced as Tinnitus. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could things have turned out this way, it just seems like one blockage followed by another disrupting my life. Everytime i think i see abit of light, darkness follows soon. Now... I'm back to square one, only this time i have less road and less possibilities ahead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it because I didn't start planning early on? Was it that i wasn't as popular as I thought I was? What is to become of me I don't really want to think... staying alone in halls perhaps... will it be as bad as i think it will be. But then again... do I have another choice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i can do is wait and hope that perhaps a solution will emerge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-6098281768387408931?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/6098281768387408931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=6098281768387408931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/6098281768387408931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/6098281768387408931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-doing-all-i-can-to-refrain-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-3231838760166446140</id><published>2008-08-25T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:01:44.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FCUK'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from LSE's freshers camp which was also known as FCUK... it wasn't bad... but I wouldn't say it was fantastic either. I won't say its a camp, more of like a chalet with ocassional amazing races and telematches thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start, there was a pathetic number of people, like equal number of juniors and seniors. Then, we started playing some games and stuff and split up into OGs. The people seems generally rather nice at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the weather kinda sucked and rained all the time. (Preview of London weather?) We pretty much couldn't do anything except sit around, watch TV... some started playing mahjong while the rest of us played cards... then more people started going home... like WTH do you come for camp if you intend to go home and sleep every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty boring for most of us actually, in the end we decided to sleep at like one which is pretty unusual for a chalet or camp i guess. We were supposed to sleep according to OGs but my OG was left with like me and this guy...-_-''' so these two girls Yanmin and Si Chen came to bunk with me and we pretty much kicked the guy Kaiwen I think was his name to the next room. Actually we didn't really sleep. Just more of flipped here and there the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to Sentosa. That I felt was much more campish. We played the usual dog and bone, Tarzan and Jane games... then we had amazing race. I think it was more of like amazingly slow race. Our group took our own sweet time to figure clues and we strolled like every where... and we came in first?!?!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went back to clean up and had a barbeque... lotsa people came... no idea who many were but I guess they were other seniors. More seniors than juniors even. Initially we played mahjong and we kinda just walked around and chit chat with some people. Many of the girls went home like at ten plus eleven which I thought was really.... unsporting? I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stay on, I mean, isn't the last night of camp supposed to be more fun? So I stayed anyway even though it was abit awkward because for a first in a very long time I was kinda like outta the cliques. There was the VJ clique of Sin Ae and Valerie and then there was the RJ clique whom and there was me. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was okay... we pretty much played group games like indian poker, then we went to the beach and played 'I never...', quite interesting some of the things that come out of your mouth in the game. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on... we went back and pretty much mahjonged till dawn. By six... i couldn't take it and like pretty much collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back I shared cab with two of the seniors who stayed near Tanah Merah... I somehow feel that I can click with the senior batch more than our own... I couldn't really stand the few girls who were kinda flirty and they all seemed kinda cliquish that I sorta gave up trying to squeeze in. But the seniors are much easier to talk to... or maybe they make more effort? *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in a greyish mood about going to London...Crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-3231838760166446140?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/3231838760166446140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=3231838760166446140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/3231838760166446140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/3231838760166446140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-came-back-from-lses-freshers-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-1889209022836472327</id><published>2008-08-10T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T03:28:49.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Day 2008'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This national day as usual, we had a mini gathering at my house. Somehow, the gatherings are getting more and more pathetic. The original plan was to meet up at Riveredge and watch fireworks. However, since the turnout was pathetic, we changed it to my house and combined it with my dad's gathering with his university friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232824249061239490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ657glYasI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tNO_q9JuMlA/s400/DSCN1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thankfully, we managed to have a fabulous time. I mean... when the four of us gets together, when do we not have a fantastic time? Poor Jason and Jia Min were kinda left out though cause we had this awful lot to catch up and just talked non- stop the entire night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232826566543025426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ68CZ4GJRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5FFUvBh7UbI/s400/DSCN1197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We decided to remake our lemon soda from THAF Family Day using nicer glasses and look how great it turned out. Doesn't it just make you feel like taking a slurp and going "ahh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ69MbBs5oI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zWetDKsD4eA/s1600-h/DSCN1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232827838162069122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ69MbBs5oI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zWetDKsD4eA/s400/DSCN1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Aiwen was totally high on lemon soda and went about with her dramatic and hilarious stories about her new hall life. Just do hope that mine will be as exciting in time to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ69M9ZSJGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Eq1YmxLoiLo/s1600-h/DSCN1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232827847387784290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ69M9ZSJGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Eq1YmxLoiLo/s400/DSCN1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; At around seven, my dad's friends started streaming in the house. Little Sheena immediately became super attached to Qiqi. Like a always say, Qiqi has a flair for attracting naughty kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232829665579463138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ6-2yr9ceI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QgVKmqw_Yc8/s400/DSCN1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Little Sheena looks absolutely adorable with her huge eyes and long lashes, but I'm afraid she's starting to be abit of the devil. Using her stupid National Day flag to hit adults on the head, running all about and rolling her eyes at me when i reprimand her, isn't that a bit too much for a six year old kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or maybe its an occupational hazard that makes me wanna take kids in hand when I see them slightly out of line. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ69NOCHi6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/SS891D1QHNQ/s1600-h/DSCN1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232827851854023586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ69NOCHi6I/AAAAAAAAAI4/SS891D1QHNQ/s400/DSCN1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jia Min makes a rare move by deciding to join our gathering. (Without nigel!) I think i'll miss her terribly too when I leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a unique cajun dinner in which each of my parents' friends brought a little contribution. It was quite delicious and something different for my friends but I think everyone enjoyed it. (Except the fish, it was like coated entirely in salt.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ69NTQN9TI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CZ1C-ezi7os/s1600-h/DSCN1203.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232827853255341362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ69NTQN9TI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CZ1C-ezi7os/s400/DSCN1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone digging into Aiwen's Winnie the Pooh fondue pot as dessert after dinner. Who doesn't love chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ69N8ItcNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ys7lFFn3PiA/s1600-h/DSCN1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232827864229703890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ69N8ItcNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ys7lFFn3PiA/s400/DSCN1206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had green apple, banana, marshmallows and this biscuit stick thingy which we could dip in chocolate like the Yamyam thing we used to eat as kids. Surprisingly, those under fifteen doesn't know what Yamyam is. Generation gap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ6-3JouzLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FkSNVeWI1oM/s1600-h/DSCN1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232829671739935922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ6-3JouzLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FkSNVeWI1oM/s400/DSCN1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Wenhui posing with her chocolate stick. Everyone looks absolutely high on chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ6-3xReC3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dA_cs_MwWrI/s1600-h/DSCN1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232829682379787122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ6-3xReC3I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dA_cs_MwWrI/s400/DSCN1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Jia Min prefers marshmallows and Sheena seems to be looking on enviously...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ6-4ToFmjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3vAQ9FXHOnk/s1600-h/DSCN1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232829691601459762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ6-4ToFmjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3vAQ9FXHOnk/s400/DSCN1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Posers! The minute I flash my camera all of them squeeze into line of shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ6-47LkrWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BG7nA9unULI/s1600-h/DSCN1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232829702219279714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ6-47LkrWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BG7nA9unULI/s400/DSCN1210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Qiqi with Uncle Yeo's daughter. She's a little... weird as well. She she kinda looks like Rachel Lee. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See... Qiqi can just get along with all the irritating kids, she says she feels for them when they are rejected by other kids and adults...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;which explains the existence of stalkers like Jieliang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways... later on that night we went to the playground to play with the swings (A hobby of me and aiwen. We used to go to the playground near her house after school and compete to see who can swing higher. We competed in like everything. And turned out best friends. Ironic isn't it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then we decided to HTHT (Heart to heart talk), a new university lingo that they have adopted. But it was kinda weird because Jason was there. He always seems to be the only guy with a huge gang of girls. Really happy for all of them, who seem to have found new eye- candies or new prospects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know what I will do without all these regular chitchat sessions with the girls. (Probably die from bottling up everything inside me. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&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/18494189-1889209022836472327?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/1889209022836472327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=1889209022836472327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/1889209022836472327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/1889209022836472327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-national-day-as-usual-we-had-mini.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/SJ657glYasI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tNO_q9JuMlA/s72-c/DSCN1199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-6112345277290553523</id><published>2008-04-18T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:22:02.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relief teaching'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not much going on in my life recently... but I felt I haven't blogged in such a long time that I ought to post a new entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Its really amazing how many people turn to blogging now, my Dad was saying the other day how he wants to start blogging since even seventy year old Malaysian politicians like Lim Chee Siang (Is that his name?) is also blogging. So, with some help from me, he started a blog for his university ex- housemates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems my life now has fallen into a routine, going to school everyday, praying to get an easier time table but it is never the case, struggling to get through to break, then finally to the end of school, going for driving, dinner, exercise and finally sleep. Then, when its finally the weekends, I meet up a few friends... and when monday comes along... the whole process begins again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;However, I think teaching is really a good experience. Especially teaching in a Primary School. You can see how minor things slowly mould their charactors, how one or two pupils can change a whole class and see how the children are different from children our age. Thank god I haven't experienced a generation gap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I also finally understand why teachers seem to show favouritism. It is really something you cannot avoid. Some kids are just naturally more adorable and just clicks with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And somehow for me and the other RTs, most of these are the boys... and the naughtiest ones in the level. All of us have our favourites, and they're our favourites for different reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Aiwen likes the more obedient but adorable kids like Guo An and Melvin, both of whom happen to be cute, obedient, and class monitor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;So far the only kid I ever see Jia Min showing favouritism over is Yewint, the naughtiest P1 kid from Myanmmar. But then, he's so adorable I believe no teacher won't love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Qiqi simply favours the naughty kids, they need not be that adorable, we always say she favours them because she understands their feelings as the 'detention group'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sukma is like nice to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me... of course I have my favourites too. I guess they're the naughty ones too... but i haven't figured our their classification. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have my P6 zoo (consisting of Guo An[Cat], Snowden[dog], Jun Hui[Dolphin], Brendan[Monkey] and Shang An[Pig]) and other than Guo An the rest seem to be permanantly hogging the detention spots outside the staff room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there are the volleyballers who lunch with us everyday like Ming Huang, Thomas, Wilson and the poor Ryan Sim who now lunches in his class on the 4th level because he fractured his leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't really favour many p5s because I think they're an atrocious bunch in general but I guess Faris (5/3) and Jonah(5/5) are still quite cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;P4s and P3s I haven't taken them that much but I absolutely lurve the P1s and 2s. I admit I totally favour Arkar Min Oo because beside the fact that he looks adorable, has a nice name and looks like a korean kid even though he's burmese, I think he's basically an attention seeking kid. So if you pay slightly more attention to him, he'll actually behave in your lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there's the Spencer and Shawn Ho brothers whom are so different but yet equally irritating but adorable at times. But my fav P2s are Kay Sen (love his missing front teeth) and Bryan (can you find  a more intelligent and obedient kid?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay... I think teaching is turning me into a paedoephile. I can't help staring at babies and toddlers now when I go out. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-6112345277290553523?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/6112345277290553523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=6112345277290553523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/6112345277290553523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/6112345277290553523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-much-going-on-in-my-life-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-3879849219701514418</id><published>2008-03-11T03:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T03:48:52.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A level results'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It never fails to amaze me how lucky I am. Like... effortlessly lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, I wasn't so sure I was going to do well for A levels this time, I slacked like big time. I probably spent like more time with youtube than with my books so I was like expecting a really bad grade or something. Perhaps cause of that, for the first time in my life I was super nervous about going back to school and getting my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Mr Tong came over and said the 'congratulations, you did extremely well.' to me. If not I probably would have just fainted from the excitement when I saw my name on the six distinctions like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SIX DISTINCTIONS!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; (B in Chemistry but that was expected)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? Because I totally can't! LIke... there was my name along with a few other muggers who mugged for eons to get up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really isn't fair huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most of my good friends did fairly well. Wenhui got three As, but her GP wasn't very good so she's kinda in deep shit now. Aiwen and Qiqi got two As which should be sufficient to get them to most courses they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other did mostly okay... though I know some I really disappointed because they did worse than expected. To those, pick yourself up and carry on. Life doesn't change cause you got one less A. Jia You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm more or less going to LSE. Think I'll really really miss Singapore. Awwwww.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-3879849219701514418?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/3879849219701514418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=3879849219701514418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/3879849219701514418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/3879849219701514418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-never-fails-to-amaze-me-how-lucky-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-6991337478851106907</id><published>2008-03-06T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:17:09.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relief teaching'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After some help from Aiwen, I finally fufilled my wish to go back to JYPS to do relief teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully... teaching really is alot harder than it seems, especially when faced with a rowdy class that can't wait to climb over your head just because you're new and inexperienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... I think its rather enjoyable, seeing these juniors work towards their futures, hanging out with other RTs and some of my ex- teachers, looking after adorable P1s and 2s... (soooo cute!&gt;.&lt;) Thus, I decided that even though I almost vomited blood from taking 5/5... I shall stay on in JYPS in term 2 and do my part for my alumnus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Results are coming out in like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 and a half hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-6991337478851106907?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/6991337478851106907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=6991337478851106907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/6991337478851106907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/6991337478851106907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-6134188745171788388</id><published>2008-02-20T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:39:55.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Okay... i know... its like the last day of chinese new year already... but still... I'll like to share with all of you the fantastic Chinese New Year i had this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we took a super early flight in the wee hours of the morning back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Kuching. It was like three am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our mini reunion breakfast of Kuching Laksa at King's Center and went on to WHB. Finally, after scouring through Kuching for a decent place to have lunch (It didn't turn out that decent at all. They screwed up our orders totally!) we went home to start preparing for the reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there are going to be TWO NEW MEGAMALLS IN KUCHING!!!!! YaY! I can finally shop when I go back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;We went to visit &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;, the slightly higher end mall, it was around the size of... Marina Square? Totally not bad for Kuching standards, it had like Guess, Charles &amp;amp; Keith, FOS and many more shoppable places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, i decided to give my little input for the dinner-- a cold dish of abalone with lime, onion &amp;amp; chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Thank goodness no one died of food poisoning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice dinner, and for once I could join in the guys in the drinking even though i have to say the beer was horrible, then we waited till midnight and watched fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have never experienced fireworks during Chinese New Year... this is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; how new year is supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNJwNNfrD5A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mNJwNNfrD5A&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a little shaky though... i was like turning around to capture all the fireworks around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we changed our routine a little by visiting some relatives we haven't been visiting in years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited two of my granduncles and also my dad's cousin Ah Sui uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R7zg168rWUI/AAAAAAAAAII/IwK5C93PZCM/s1600-h/DSC09761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R7zg168rWUI/AAAAAAAAAII/IwK5C93PZCM/s400/DSC09761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169253689275930946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cute little boy in the mini lion is my cousin one time removed. The tail is his brother Nicholas Sia junior.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R7zheq8rWVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/O-ZPhpqp94Y/s1600-h/DSC09766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R7zheq8rWVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/O-ZPhpqp94Y/s400/DSC09766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169254389355600210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look! So adorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after our stay in Kuching, we came back to Singapore. However, this year, third aunt, shaw hung and shaw yang took the same flight as us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda fun cause we were like tourists touring Singapore. We went Kbox but it was kinda not so fun since Shaw Hung had no voice and my bro couldn't sing so me and shaw yang had to sing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to shop in vivo and went to Sentosa to cycle and view the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys wanted to go to Sim Lim where they like swept loadsa gadgets, we went to visit park mall, watched Kungfu Dunk and Ah Long and ate loadsa good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of all... was that I got to eat my favourite. CRAB!!!!! It was super huge, like the pincer itself was the size of my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway... fun's over... and I guess its time to sit down seriously to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for those that haven't found out... I GOT ACCEPTED BY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LONDON SCHOOL OF ECONOMICS&lt;/span&gt;!!!! That's like totally my dream school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda worried bout A results now. If my results flop and I can't get in cause of that... I'm totally gonna cry... ARGH! Should have studied harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-6134188745171788388?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/6134188745171788388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=6134188745171788388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/6134188745171788388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/6134188745171788388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year-people-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R7zg168rWUI/AAAAAAAAAII/IwK5C93PZCM/s72-c/DSC09761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-410804635549125438</id><published>2008-01-31T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:12:17.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woo Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I finally quit my job, after my hesitation and consideration, I finally did! But somehow, I didn't feel as ecstatic as I thought I would be. Perhaps due to the fact that now, other that holing up at home and stoning and waiting for weekends to come where all my working friends will be free to hang, I have practically nothing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life of an unemployed... ain't that fun at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-410804635549125438?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/410804635549125438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=410804635549125438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/410804635549125438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/410804635549125438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2008/01/woo-hoo-freedom-again-i-finally-quit-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-3537331587454549117</id><published>2008-01-16T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:45:02.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I AM IN A LOVE- HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH MY NEW JOB!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love that it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Allows me to be surrounded by nice clothes everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can make new friends like Joanne and Kapin next door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lets me see other people happily buy their new year clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can try clothes during work time when there are less people [Actually cannot larh. But we do it anyway.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Free clothes!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is super tiring!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have to stand the entire time. My legs are dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quite sian when there are no customers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am stuck with this stupid auntie for a partner who keeps ordering me around and boasting about her fab sales results. Yeah... wadever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the SHOES hurt like shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the terribly low pay! I must be an idiot for taking up a five per hr job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyday see clothes then when i finally can go shopping I don't feel like looking at clothes liao. [First time in history i don't feel like shopping.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyday see the rich brats at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alldressedup&lt;/span&gt; makes me feel so poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sucky working hours-- 2-10pm and seven days a week. [Stupid auntie snatch my morning shift]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE FINDING NEW JOBS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-3537331587454549117?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/3537331587454549117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=3537331587454549117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/3537331587454549117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/3537331587454549117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-in-love-hate-relationship-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-888298279314280036</id><published>2008-01-09T17:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:28:18.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its like insanely late to be saying my new year greetings on like... 9th of Jan but I've been really busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually... busy with what... i have no idea... rotting my life away I guess... unlike many of my friends whom have decided to put their life to good use in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people, like Qi and Aiwen, have decided to dedicate their youth to education and now spend their mornings screaming their heads off at primary school delinquents. Others like Wee Shiun (Shuin?), insanely decided to start studying on 1st jan. AT MY HOUSE!!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... i decided to get a job. And i regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO THE HELL IS SO STUPID TO FREAKIN' ACCEPT TO WORK AT ISETAN FOR FREAKIN' $5/hr????&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully... turns out it wasn't as bad as I expected. I actually work for a brand called Flare and I'm their sales representative at Isetan Scotts and Wisma. So people... come down to town to visit me from 13 Jan onwards!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... here are my 10 new year resolutions which i thought up while stuck in the midst of super alot of banglas and stupidly waiting for the damned fireworks to start at esplanade. [Yeah... we're the idiots who went there to squeeze!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;1. I shall start a diet and stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to it! [I swear i'll do it this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will go overseas [Even if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my A levels suck like hell i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it by hook or by crook]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will get a great job in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mean time and earn lotsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money. [Looking kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impossible though with the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isetan thingy.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will take many useful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courses like driving, child- care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be certified to baby- sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overseas), nail- art whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will be diligent in going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN to keep in contact with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends when i go overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I will come back for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I will go to Thailand for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.I will learn to control my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending so I need not starve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every end of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overseas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I will learn to be more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;independent and not rely on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my maid for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I will be nicer to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around me and stop "shooting"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people with my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... here's a flashback on what I've been doing the past few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from the Genting trip with CG 13/06, I went back to Kuching for Grandma's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R4V8VzpReOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z0dTkZC6Ems/s1600-h/DSC09314.JPE"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R4V8VzpReOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z0dTkZC6Ems/s200/DSC09314.JPE" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153662062677817570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you believe it? She's 86 this year already!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... met up with some long time no see people like Shi Zhen, Su Yi, Siew, Everlyn before Christmas and had soccer gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was the annual Christmas party at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R4V-ezpRePI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KZ4ljcGtONM/s1600-h/DSC09326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R4V-ezpRePI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KZ4ljcGtONM/s200/DSC09326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153664416319895794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R4WAlTpReQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HBj8vL80tho/s1600-h/DSC09324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R4WAlTpReQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/HBj8vL80tho/s200/DSC09324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153666727012301058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R4WCXDpReRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HB_cQcpcqYc/s1600-h/DSC09328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R4WCXDpReRI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HB_cQcpcqYc/s200/DSC09328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153668681222420754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked and cleaned everything ourselves this year since my maid was back in Myanmar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its the first year all of us are legal to drink, we brought lotsa alcohol and decided to get wasted for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end... lets just say our gang is just not destined to be drinkers. We shall from now on stick to fruit juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On boxing day... me, wenhui, Aiwen, qiqi, Wee Shiun and Jelvin followed transtar to a Genting- KL trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was saddening that some of the usuals were missing from our trip, I have to admit that the trip was alot more fun and we had less conflict than the last. [Maybe cause the two guys were totally outnumbered when we voted to go shopping!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-888298279314280036?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/888298279314280036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=888298279314280036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/888298279314280036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/888298279314280036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-people-i-know-its-like_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R4V8VzpReOI/AAAAAAAAAF0/z0dTkZC6Ems/s72-c/DSC09314.JPE' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-8093781214613135923</id><published>2007-12-13T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T19:52:58.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaysian Trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How ironic I'm blogging about this Malaysian trip right before my next Malaysian trip. It seems this entire december I'm spending more than half the time in my various Malaysian trips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after Prom pathetic me couldn't go post prom with the crowd cause I had to go back to Muar to pray at my grandfather's new grave at like friggin &lt;strong&gt;4am..&lt;/strong&gt;. then after returning home on the same day at like &lt;strong&gt;10pm&lt;/strong&gt;, i frantically packed and left for Genting with CG 13/06 at like &lt;strong&gt;7am. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yawns... so exhausting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143669816968706194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2H8cjpReJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/G_BXSC_i31A/s200/DSC09103.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da girls on the trip, Brenda, May, Joann, Ciyuan and Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143653646416836498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2HtvTpRd5I/AAAAAAAAADM/A6tVtMxxawk/s200/DSC09104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course the guys... Songxi, Yenyang, Jie Sheng, Wei Kian plus Weiming and Derrick whom are not in this photo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got so bored on the six hour trip we started playing blackjack, indian poker... whatever crap we thought of and made the losers... ENTERTAIN!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seemed like the journey was never gonna end but FINALLY... we got there. Alas, our wait wasn't over. There were so many freakin people we had to wait like TWO HOURS just to check in. HOW EFFICIENT! But thank god we had... cause guess who we met at Starbucks while waiting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143654926317090738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2Hu5zpRd7I/AAAAAAAAADc/DKdSVD1U330/s200/DSC09125.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look at the person behind!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143655016511403970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2Hu_DpRd8I/AAAAAAAAADk/s-dTp5d9vHc/s200/DSC09124.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahahahah! Its Elvin Ng!!!!! WE MET ELVIN NG IN GENTING!!!!!!! Woohoo! Then we all went to take pictures with him... think he was a little shocked. People... do vote for him for Star Awards... he's Soooooo cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143655858324994002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2HvwDpRd9I/AAAAAAAAADs/a_CXpknQxlE/s200/DSC09131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our room was like freakin small... but the view was fantastic... it was like we were living on clouds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner we decided to split up. Originally, Songxi, Yenyang, Jie Sheng, May and me wanted to go kboxing, but since it was happy hour and so damn expensive... we decided on a much cheaper activity... to walk in the fog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143656171857606626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2HwCTpRd-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/WCvNctRnyrs/s200/DSC09138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was freakin cold but its really nice... especially with two steaming cups of starbucks. Really should try it... something you'll never get in S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143656786037929970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2HwmDpRd_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/2df5JVolWG8/s200/DSC09137.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two stupid guys wanted to take a picture of them blowing vapour from their mouths... but the vapour didn't appear... so the picture turned out kinda... ODD... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later we met up with the rest to go to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cloud9 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sportsbook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143658096002955266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2HxyTpReAI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_-FfNou3ulA/s200/DSC09150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The place was really nice and the drinks really pretty... but the service kinda sucked. And the guys were totally weird... they ordered RED WINE! At a bar... like???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We woke up early to go to the theme park the next morning, but it was super cold and it was raining. And majority of the rides were closed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143659852644579362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2HzYjpReCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Lh82bgmSv_s/s200/DSC09172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boohoohoo! We can't go themepark!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143670998084712610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2H9hTpReKI/AAAAAAAAAFU/y0wzP_lVdpg/s200/DSC09189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joann, me and Songxi on the water rides. We made Songxi sit in front to block the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143660514069542978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2Hz_DpReEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Ri_6WxvxOmM/s200/DSC09209.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joann, may and me on the space shots. THIS RAWKS!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the theme park really brings out the kid in everyone. You'll find some people unexpectedly are afriad of rollercoasters... while some behave like small kids running around to the next rides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the last day... we went down to KL and shopped at Sungeiwang and Times Square! FINALLY time for me to shop! Wee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the guys were kinda cause we shopped for super long and especially at me cause when they asked if we should split up i shouted, "Of course!" But hey... I was fighting for everyone's rights. It didn't neccessarily mean that we split girls and guys... we could mix... furthermore... i didn't think they wanted to tag along while we shopped... they will die of boredom. Besides... its better to shop without hassle and without looking at their faces. I know this all to well. So, I don't think its really my fault. All the girls had a spendid time shopping without the guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143661471847250002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2H02zpReFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/qCGHoe2I_Kc/s200/DSC09231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway... Christmas decors are up in Times Square already. Look at the gorgeous Christmas tree!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143662210581624930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2H1hzpReGI/AAAAAAAAAE0/uynmkSK2nDg/s200/DSC09239.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a Barbie exhibition in Times Square so all of us decided to relieve our childhood fantasies. By taking pictures with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;barbie and ken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143666758951991410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2H5qjpReHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GrCRP24OqCQ/s200/DSC09240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine what it would be like to live in Barbie land... hmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143669061054462082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2H7wjpReII/AAAAAAAAAFE/vNbjW2hIIkI/s200/GENTING111.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And so somewhat like that... we ended our trip... although it wasn't a perfect trip... some unpleasant moments, some talking behind backs... some conflicts... I guess it was fun in the end. Perhaps the most fun memory CG 13/06's ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So dear friends... hope we stay in contact...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-8093781214613135923?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/8093781214613135923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=8093781214613135923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/8093781214613135923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/8093781214613135923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2007/12/malaysian-trip-how-ironic-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R2H8cjpReJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/G_BXSC_i31A/s72-c/DSC09103.JPE' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-5422798212165267681</id><published>2007-12-11T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T02:20:30.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Prom Day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;TJC had our prom on the 4th of December at Marina Mandarin Hotel. I suppose it was not bad, although it wasn't as wild as Nanyang's one, much more sophisticated obviously, it was nice to catch up with friends, say goodbyes and take photos with everyone at their best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Me, May and Yulin started by going to Hollywood's secret for hair and make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love this guy, he totally rawked our hairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15ZO397fBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1dBdjlP_paY/s1600-h/DSC09019.JPE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142645936580426770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15ZO397fBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1dBdjlP_paY/s200/DSC09019.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142647014617218082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15aNn97fCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p5x3kYsVuE8/s200/DSC09024.JPE" border="0" /&gt;Hollywood secret's turned out to be a whole nanyang gathering haunt. Met Kaixuan, Yiting, Tricia, Kim, Aiwen, Ever and many other Nanyang girls. Plus the TJ gang that was there, I practically knew the entire room. Wahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142647886495579186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15bAX97fDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Gejsfi7LaxU/s200/DSC09016.JPE" border="0" /&gt;Eleven years of being BESTIES!!!!!!! Woohoo! Glad to see her at HS... although she kinda copied me by booking when i told her I booked there. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142648500675902530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15bkH97fEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6Xb-RRwypdI/s200/DSC09021.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Justine and her friends came to HS too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142648754078973010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15by397fFI/AAAAAAAAABE/dko0_FT0q4s/s200/DSC09032.JPE" border="0" /&gt;Finally arriving at Marina Mandarin-- Me, Yulin and May! Really glad I had them in CG13, they were the ones who made CG13 more tolerable. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was in a photo taking freny once we got there. Absolutely insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142649449863674978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15cbX97fGI/AAAAAAAAABM/xSF8UntDEsg/s200/DSC09026.JPE" border="0" /&gt;Kamun was gorgeous that night. Much credit really goes to her for holding our HC up. You go girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142650111288638578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15dB397fHI/AAAAAAAAABU/G3l4Dv4pA4U/s200/DSC09027.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Li Hao aka Kamun's bf. Although his jokes were really cold, it was still funny nonetheless. I really nice and caring guy... esp to Kamun. Haha! Hope you guys live happily every after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142650214367853698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15dH397fII/AAAAAAAAABc/Jez-kXkvWDU/s200/DSC09031.JPE" border="0" /&gt;Our clique with Ida and Swee Huang. Swee Huang's a really nice person which I got to know better through PW, dutiful and always produces the best work, on time. Still, she can be fun and spontaneous when she needs to. Ida, the ice queen, always appears to be super cold to other people, but glad a got to talk to her a little on our way home when we take the same bus. She's not really that cold as other people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142651318174448786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15eIH97fJI/AAAAAAAAABk/WFWbvip638c/s200/DSC09030.JPE" border="0" /&gt;Weikian... ah... how should I put it. We just bicker all the time. Kinda think he's irritating at times cause he just can't mince his words and sometimes hurt with his insults. But other than that... he's a pretty nice fella... especially to... ehhem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142657580236766530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15j0n97fUI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mqMlg34fd6k/s200/DSC09033.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xinhui-- Miss our shopping, gossiping, K boxing, starbucking sessions. Still remember our studying sessions where we study one hour and shop the rest away... and how we gave waiters a hard time... although we're not so close now... really had fun with you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142652490700520626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15fMX97fLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aPop5qM23WA/s200/DSC09035.JPE" border="0" /&gt;THE POWERPUFF GIRLS!!!!! Yanning, me and Amanda. Really lurve you girls, I think you guys really made my JC life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142652997506661570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15fp397fMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/z6Y7G-J2NTs/s200/DSC09039.JPE" border="0" /&gt;My BESTIE WENHUI! Think TJ has been different cause I had you! Someone to sulk and pout and show sides I don't usually show when I'm unhappy. Really glad I have you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142653448478227666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15gEH97fNI/AAAAAAAAACE/3GeMbDDHjo4/s200/DSC09064.JPE" border="0" /&gt; Wenhui, Mingwei and me. We really should photoshop Miaohua in. The six eleven gang in TJ. Kinda weird now though that miao went to poly then went to work... and then the whole quarreling thing, and sometimes see Mingwei in school also seldom talk... But anyways... I think he looked like some HK actor called Guo Jing An that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142654247342144738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15gyn97fOI/AAAAAAAAACM/7rdg_ZRppU4/s200/DSC09049.JPE" border="0" /&gt;CG 13/06. Although it isn't as fun as I expected... I guess it was a not bad class. Despites our conflicting charactors... we had fun occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142655132105407746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15hmH97fQI/AAAAAAAAACc/OhQk_MVTH-k/s200/DSC09067.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerpuff girls have the same shoes! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142655514357497106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15h8X97fRI/AAAAAAAAACk/QqT4ERPQODo/s200/DSC09068.JPE" border="0" /&gt;HC with more people. Really love alpha HC!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142655888019651874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15iSH97fSI/AAAAAAAAACs/U_yv_9K_giQ/s200/DSC09070.JPE" border="0" /&gt;Yulin, me, yingqi and bek. Four pathetic soccer girls to take soccer photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142656283156643122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15ipH97fTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/t_0b5Z1R5E4/s200/DSC09071.JPE" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and yinglin. The red packets. haha.I really love her dress. so hot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prom was not bad... but too bad I had to cab home with huiqi when others were out at post prom. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry to those I didn't post your pics... got abit tired of posting... can link to my webshots to see...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-5422798212165267681?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/5422798212165267681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=5422798212165267681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/5422798212165267681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/5422798212165267681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-prom-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R15ZO397fBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1dBdjlP_paY/s72-c/DSC09019.JPE' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-6291540316501757637</id><published>2007-12-03T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:11:00.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prommmmm.....'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R1Szyp7JxVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WOm6U9Hipeo/s1600-R/DSC09010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R1SzdZ7JxUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/j-XibLMY1io/s1600-R/DSC09001.JPE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139930392493147458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R1SzdZ7JxUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UGYCBhq4E9w/s200/DSC09001.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Turns out post A levels isn't as relaxing as I thought it would be. In fact, my life is more hectic than ever. Five trips to Far East, Three to Marina, Three to Bugis... where else in Singapore is there for me to shop... with exception of Vivo of course... which I can never ever find anything worth buying.&lt;br /&gt;I feel super accomplished after helping many friends chose dresses, styles, accessories and more. Really looking foward to seeing them at prom later. But I've gotta admit, going through the same process of rummaging through far east for dresses with six friends is really taxing. Glad though that I finally found my one and only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R1SySJ7JxTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tMRhRamJZpo/s1600-R/DSC09009.JPE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139929099707991346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R1SySJ7JxTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_3SqW7TR2mU/s200/DSC09009.JPE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out post A levels isn't as relaxing as I thought it would be. In fact, my life is more hectic than ever. Five trips to Far East, Three to Marina, Three to Bugis... where else in Singapore is there for me to shop... with exception of Vivo of course... which I can never ever find anything worth buying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel super accomplished after helping many friends chose dresses, styles, accessories and more. Really looking foward to seeing them at prom later. But I've gotta admit, going through the same process of rummaging through far east for dresses with six friends is really taxing. Glad though that I finally found my one and only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course... then comes the whole frenzy over shoes, earrings, necklaces, hair accessories and more. Luckily, with the help of may, I set my mind and swooped everything from far east in one day. But alas... there still leaves the mani, pedi, facials, eyebrow plucking, waxing, exfoliating, hair and makeup... (Which we booked at Hollywood Secrets at Paragon for $65!!!! So exciting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The list goes on and sometimes I really wonder why we go through so much trouble. Does it really make alot of difference if your toe nails are pink or red? Or if your clutch really matches your dress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... bad habits die hard and girls can never escape the vicious clutches of vanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thinking of prom gives me a headache. After these last few hours of comfort which I can relaxingly stone in front of my com, watch youtube and blog about dumb stuff... i will be thrown in to a whirlwind of activities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4/12/07 14:30- Leave house with all my prom stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15:15- Meet May &amp;amp; Yulin outside Hollywood secret for Hair and Make-up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18:00-Leave for pre- prom party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19:00- Prom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5/12/07 0:00- Post prom party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;03:00- Cab home and bath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;04:00- Set off for Malaysia with family&lt;br /&gt;08:00- Reach Malaysia to pay respects to my grandfather's newly built grave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;01:00- Lunch and god knows what post lunch weird stuff we have to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18:00- Leave for Singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22:00- Reach home assuming causeway no jam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23:00- Bath and pack for Malaysia trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6/12/07 01:00- Sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;06:00- Wake up and go to bus station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;08:00- Bus leaves for Genting for class Malaysian trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9/12/07 -- Come back to Singapore at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14/12/07-- Go back to Kuching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17/12/07-- Come back from Kuching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24-25/12/07 -- Christmas celebrations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26-29/12/07 -- Go Genting/KL AGAIN! with six eleven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29/12/07 night-- Year end gathering at Auntie Lisan's house [How the hell am I supposed to fly there?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31-1/01/08-- New year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dear friends... if you are reading this... you know when you can find me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make a reservation, you can call 9xxxxxxx. Hahaz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeya whenever I can find time. Buaizzz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-6291540316501757637?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/6291540316501757637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=6291540316501757637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/6291540316501757637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/6291540316501757637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2007/12/turns-out-post-levels-isnt-as-relaxing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JUXGBmhOl3g/R1SzdZ7JxUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UGYCBhq4E9w/s72-c/DSC09001.JPE' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-7920406872765944367</id><published>2007-11-26T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:15:16.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAT's coming and totally giving me a headache. All the words to remember and understand. And even worse when they are reflecting the biggest problem in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambivalent: Not sure whether you want or like something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, we were &lt;strong&gt;ambivalent&lt;/strong&gt; about their new job. It could potentially harm our friendship, but an extra source of income could do them good. However, problems began occuring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sporadically&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sporadic: Happening fairly often but not regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harm that it was bringing to our friendship and to their lifestyles was &lt;strong&gt;incontrovertible&lt;/strong&gt;, yet, they acted like they were &lt;strong&gt;infallible&lt;/strong&gt; and we acted &lt;strong&gt;impervious&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incontrovertible: Definitely true and impossible to be false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infallible: Always right and never maing mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impervious: Not affected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the biggest mistake we made and it soon became the divisive problem amongst us. When we tried to &lt;strong&gt;stymie&lt;/strong&gt; their plan to prevent them from falling deeper into that endless pit, it only egged on their &lt;strong&gt;doggedness&lt;/strong&gt; to succeed in that. Their &lt;strong&gt;spurious&lt;/strong&gt; argument was &lt;strong&gt;invidious&lt;/strong&gt; and eventually, one hit broke the cracks already appearing in the egg of our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stymie: To prevent someone from doing what they planned or want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doggedness: Determination to continue doing something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spurious: Arguement not based on facts or good thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invidious:Unpleasant and offensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\A levels are finally over... but somehow... I'm not feeling as estatic is I presumed I will be. Lots of things has happened... non stop shopping... meeting up old friends... are pre prom madness... and most significantly... the closing of the JYPS campus... which marked the first crack in our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its saddening to know that our beloveed school where we forged our friendship is tearing down, there is still that heartwarming feeling when we went back to visit and talk to the teachers Ms Pang, Ms Cheng, Mrs How and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none of us knew that it would probably be the last peaceful and happy outing we will have. The moral I've learnt is that never ever underestimate how fragile your friendship is. There is no such thing as a strong friendship that never breaks, whether is breaks or not depends on your hardwork to preserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost many friendships I cherished, most of them merely faded away because we never put in the effort to maintain it... but this was different. We put in so much effort over the years, we shared so many memories and everytime it felt like it was fading, we pulled ourselves together again. But this time, I know it'll never be the same again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-7920406872765944367?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/7920406872765944367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=7920406872765944367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/7920406872765944367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/7920406872765944367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2007/11/sats-coming-and-totally-giving-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-6355353839604952791</id><published>2007-07-15T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:53:03.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anti mugging syndrome'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I officially conclude that I have contracted the "Anti- mugging" Syndrome. Symptoms include detest of mugging and muggers, freak out when I'm surrounded by a room full of muggers... and react "Eww! Freak!" Upon hearing my friends actually mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what overcame me but somehow on the way i started to hate this type of mugging life more and more. It doesn't seem to make sense at all. The idea of mugging actually scares me and everytime i force myself to sit down and study i wanna run away in five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... just like in "harry potter and the order of phoenix", i can see more of my friends following to the dark side. Just today, I went to the library and saw like all the 29 girls mugging including my fellow powerpuffs. Hello... we're Superheroes, doesn't that give us immunity from mugging. Not only them but also bek and her class, cherlyn and loads more. I was getting the shivers, so i made and excuse and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging is like so... I don't know... unchic....? Just something absolutely disgusting. So I'm coming up with all sorts of methods to pass without actually studying. For example, actually listening in class for once. Like for Econs, my favourite subject amongst all the subjects I loathe but dumbly took, I just have to pay attention to all the crap Mr Chan says in lessons and without studying much, i can actually pass rather decently. And GP, which is kinda inborn i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for sciences and math which actually requires you to at least study... I'm sorry to say is in a terrible state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh! Save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-6355353839604952791?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/6355353839604952791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=6355353839604952791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/6355353839604952791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/6355353839604952791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-officially-conclude-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-2754524767052882631</id><published>2007-05-27T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:49:33.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am embarking on the greatest expedition of my life. I have never been so involved in something I feel I could just immerse myself in it and forget the rest of this world. It is enveloping me and i can feel the creative sparks constantly hitting me. Its my secret... my dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-2754524767052882631?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/2754524767052882631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=2754524767052882631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/2754524767052882631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/2754524767052882631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-embarking-on-greatest-expedition.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-1570236281673850426</id><published>2007-04-20T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T06:10:33.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not so special day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a longlong while. The stupid blogger thingy kept giving me trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very melancholic day today. It was supposed to be a special day for me. But nothing today made me feel special. I even woke up forgetting what day today is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I truly appreciate all the people whom celebrated my birthday or even merely wished me "Happy Birthday". Only today did i realise its importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as if all or rather most people that matter to me seemed to have forgotten to say these two very small but important words to me. My besties, my family and some others. Which made those well wishes by some people I'm not that close to or haven't even seen in ages even more ironic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not to say people who celebrated for me today aren't important. Just that some important people to me didn't. Even if you are celebrating another day for me, its the thought that you remembered that actual day that counts. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Yulin, Cherlyn and May for the beautiful wallet and the cake, to my fellow powerpuff girls, soccer girls and all else whom have wished me and made me feel special today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-1570236281673850426?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/1570236281673850426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=1570236281673850426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/1570236281673850426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/1570236281673850426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2007/04/havent-posted-in-longlong-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-117005674022370082</id><published>2007-01-28T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T23:45:40.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really hate myself sometimes for being such a big mouth. I knew it'll hurt her, it'll make her sad... but yet... i had to go say it out. There's just this weird enzyme in me that makes me blab uncontrollably. Or maybe because she really wanted to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird you know, us humans, knowing the truth will hurt us so deeply, yet all the more we want to find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blatant fact that she really loved him... i don't understand how he could be so blind as to not see. And to my dear friend... I'm really sorry that I made you cry with the things we started talking about. I didn't know you were so affected by it. But i suppose its about time you let lose. Don't bottle things up too much... i mean... that's what friends are for. Even though we can't really help... we'll always be there to be your listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had kind of a dramatic, emotional session and of all weird places... the library. Can you imagine a whole library of people mugging or napping and four girls sitting around whispering and baring their souls. Not quite a sight you'll chance on anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... it was totally my fault... i started with the weird... scandals I saw on Saturday and about how uncomfortable i felt seeing it. I mean... i don't understand how these guys can say they love someone only to change after a few months? Wasn't the whole point of confessing in the first place... was a chance at love forever and evermore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently that doesn't seem to exist anymore does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm glad we had that talk. The few of us haven't seemed to have such a soul baring conversation... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May broke down and I dwelled into things i usually don't mention. Yulin too bared her little secret. Cherlyn's ... haha... cold blooded as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad May did. She bottled things up too much that we all knew she was on the brink of a break down. And i was really worried that one day she will lose herself... but I'm glad she poured her feelings out today. Perhaps only with coming to terms with both her feelings and the current situation... can she truly move on and give someone who deserves her more a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As more me, i didn't really know what overcame me... but we started talking about our families and I was reminded of the broken state our family currently is in. I never quite understood the term a blissful family... was it because i never really felt love in mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the conflicts and quarrels one after another, only makes me all the more want to escape. The whole family... seems so... hypocritical. On the surface... we're the well to do family with loving parents and obedient children with good grades... but underneath, we are almost like strangers. I no longer know how to hold a conversation like them... perhaps one day... i will fly away and never return... just like my heart has been longing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once asked me, " Won't you be sad then? To leave your family, break off ties, only to regret years later that you should have spent more time with them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought really deeply about it? Was it better to suffer in their presence and never ever appreciate the goodness of having family? Or was it better to leave them and perhaps one day learn to miss their presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only another year to my freedom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-117005674022370082?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/117005674022370082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=117005674022370082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/117005674022370082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/117005674022370082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-really-hate-myself-sometimes-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-116986925148226108</id><published>2007-01-26T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:40:53.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally some more excitement pumped into my getting stagnant school life. Ever since school reopened... okay... perhaps with the exception of orientation days... its been lectures, tutorials, trainings. On and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its worse that i:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep in lectures&lt;br /&gt;2. NEVER do my tutorials (Often causing the tutors to eye me with venom0&lt;br /&gt;3. Almost openly quarrelled with the freakin old hag GP tutor&lt;br /&gt;4. Fail ALL my tests&lt;br /&gt;5. Always can't seem to catch up during runnings&lt;br /&gt;6. Stone during trainings and kena from Mr. Au&lt;br /&gt;7. Have all the weird old injuries coming back all at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily some happenings are finally happening. Our Alpha HC organised our first house event of the year, intra house Captain's ball championships. And with the looks of it, Alpha owning captain's ball at sports day again this year doesn't seem to be that hard at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was refereeing at first and got kinda bored when i saw our class. Sorry to the other girls cause i was really too bored that i snatched your places to play. Anyways... our class totally kicked butt in the beginning. I was sooooo totally shocked cause last year we were the ones who were being kicked ass. Totally lost every match in roundrobins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... this year, we defeated even the most pro year one class 25/07 and went on to semis. Too bad... we were against the ever pro 09/06 who imported some 05/06 people like Judith and some no longer in 09/06 and 05/06 people like serene and jon and this weird guy whom we all suspect isn't even from alpha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I mean... with all those imported foreign talents... how are we true blue 13/06 citizens gonna fight. But we fought anyway and we came darn close but lost by one in the end. Oh well... at least we weren't trashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soooooo thought we were going to beat 21/06 in 3rd-4th finals cause they were kinda trashed by 17/06 in semis and we really did trash them...only in the beginning. It was something like 8-nil when the guys got complacent and started fooling around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing captain and getting totally irritated when i noticed the score drawing nearer with their playing and before we knew it... we were on par... we started that tug of war again when finally, just before the whistle... 21/06 scored one and beat us... BY ONE AGAIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson we learn from history AND 13/06: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER BE COMPLACENT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways... three cheers for 13/06 who washed off our lose every match branding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think highlight of the week is still the MSH chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet up with my MSH buddies on thursday. Totally chionged home after PE and then out again to meet Ever, Anna and Jethro at Tanah Merah. Missed my sistas. We missed the freakin shuttle bus which drove past without stopping and had to cab in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda weird in the beginning cause it was all the supervisors sitting around and all the newbies we didn't know. We were like the oldies who didn't fit. We sat around quite along time and stoned till the food came and we continued to stone and eat cause we had nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully... all the oldies came back around eight. Dingyuan, Darryl, Siangwei, Liting etc and we decided we had enough of standing next to the food table and feeding our "spare tyres" that we decided to go bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fierce match between Ian team and Ray team in which me and Ever vs best two of Ian, Darryl and Siangwei. We totally kicked ass in the beginning when i started off with TWO STRIKES!!!! Woohoo.... didn't know i had bowling in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my power died on me and they slowly caught up. Think we lost by about five in the first round. The second round, my skills dipped to the new low... it was drainage almost every single time... though i think i beat Marco still who had five consecutive ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were just having fun when the alley was closing. Which freak chalet bowling closes at 10.30? Anyway... Anna, Dingyuan and others left first to catch the last shuttle bus out while we stayed on a while more cause i can hitch a ride from Ever's dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute we went back, we started gambling with Ian. We played Big Two betting ten cents per card and although i took out only forty cents... by the fourth match i had a two dollar note! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Zhi Hao came over and kept bugging Ian to start another game in which he could play too since the table was full but Ian refused so he came over to me and asked if he could play a round. But after that... he just stuck on and FORGOT to return me my seat. I was kinda pissed off but just let go and went to play some weird card game thingy with Junliang and god knows who's the other guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... we wanted to whack the person who loses so i suggested taking something to hit the soles of our feet, which from experience being hit by Miao... hurts like shit. Lucky me, i was the first to suffer from my own punishment and Junliang was the executor who cruelly put so much strength that the chopstick broke! WAHAHAHAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... the other guy totally took revenge for me by hitting JL back when he lost. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-116986925148226108?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/116986925148226108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=116986925148226108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116986925148226108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116986925148226108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-some-more-excitement-pumped.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-116876854025032532</id><published>2007-01-14T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:55:40.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May was just complaining about the stagnant state of my blog. Since i have a teeny bit of time... shall blog a little about my Hongkong trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/62249/R0013135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/418230/R0013135.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to hongkong airport rather on time but we were so fascinated with the fact that we were finally in Hongkong and were so lost in the humongous airport we took two hours to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the ultra cool and fast Airport express to our hotel where we met up with Wenhui's friend Elson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/284094/R0013152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/300547/R0013152.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at this cool fast food restaurant selling hongkong food Elson took us to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast duck rice... yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/269042/R0013159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/148254/R0013159.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to walk around after that. This is the beautiful clock tower by the harbour. Kinda looks like Europe doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/301245/R0013182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/898769/R0013182.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poser guys. But they do kinda look like a boyband don't they? They're called "Celcius" aka "She Shi Du"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/957324/R0013215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/755083/R0013215.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left our footprints at Avenue of Stars. Guess who's shoe's who's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/270003/R0013219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/344795/R0013219.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is damn farnie. They were trying to enact a scene from a wuxia movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/40304/R0013261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/379089/R0013261.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mongkok's Women's street that night and bought lotsa stuff from accessories to scarfs and caps to even BEDSHEETS!!!!! Saw loadsa interesting stuff like the Macdonalds french fries lorry parked outside KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/637739/R0013270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/216024/R0013270.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the 'Jiu Guan Tie Lu' to ShenZhen. It was freezing when we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/962586/R0013283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/829109/R0013283.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why we got fascinated by the communist police. Especially one who picked this Taiwanese girl and retained her at the immigration and when she asked him to speed up as there were people waiting for her he went "WHAT ATTITUDE ARE YOU GIVING ME?" Wahahaha! Classic siah... You'll never ever find that in a Singapore police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... we pulled one to take photo with us and you could tell he was so amused that he was trying hard not to "Am Chio (Secretly smile)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about police... we met a whole group of Singaporean police too. The whole process was kinda coincidental. Wee shuin's friend Kevin brought us around Shenzhen and we wanted to give him something as momento so we took a Singapore two dollar note and all signed on it to give him when the police caught us "red- handed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they were really very sporting and said... "Hey! Not fair. Gimme a Mao Zedong note to draw on too!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/956079/R0013289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/674070/R0013289.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... here's a picture we took with Kevin who so generously left his shop and took us around the "real" Shenzhen, i mean, the parts not totally infested with Tourist cheating shop owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/491829/R0013299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/796091/R0013299.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a totally sumptous breakfast of Hongkong's specialty "Po Lo Bao" and "French Toast".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set off for Ocean Park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/521887/R0013310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/897065/R0013310.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys being totally retarded and trying to take photos for their "She Shi Du" pictorial... Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/521887/R0013310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/897065/R0013310.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Ocean Park Tickets. So cute!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/893411/R0013372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/542536/R0013372.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All se7en of us. Kinda got that neoprint effect huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/63785/R0013389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/344507/R0013389.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi, Me and Hui on the water ride. We got totally wet on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/859270/R0013445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/320/126495/R0013445.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the CUTEST and NICEST thing I've eaten ever. Kinda don't wanna eat it coz its like sooooo cute!!!!! Haha... bought like 10 boxes back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Series of dumb pictures we took with the free fall thingy. Actually... in reality it wasn't really that scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/859897/R0013479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/11829/R0013479.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miao-- 100% excitement!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/104982/R0013481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/995720/R0013481.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi's a brave girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/986286/R0013482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/376328/R0013482.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like terrified!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/398480/R0013483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/81335/R0013483.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenhui's enjoying her ride =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/476597/R0013485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/512409/R0013485.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Tao : "Weeeee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/567396/R0013487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/967653/R0013487.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Shuin's falling off his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/184192/R0013486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/971901/R0013486.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelvin's... err... DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/988231/R0013519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/550204/R0013519.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ocean Park Elson took us up the Peak to view Hongkong's night scenary. Really very pretty. And when you lean against the railing the wind is so huge you can feel yourself almost flying up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed tour guide again today. First day was Elson, second was Kevin, Third was Elson again and finally... today is Pearl... Weeshuin's girlfriend who happens to be back in Hongkong for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/994225/R0013565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/530865/R0013565.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some local nice porridge that Pearl took us to near her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/95488/R0013568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/503110/R0013568.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the amount of soft toys we have in our room after ocean park... There's "gungun", the huge panda I bought, there's "hei Bai Pei", the flat panda wenhui bought, there's qi's pink jelly fish, and the rest are some small ones the guys won for us at the games stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/520734/R0013588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/508865/R0013588.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us at the pretty Christmassy times square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/780720/R0013591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/699519/R0013591.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Nice picture of us at the MTR station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/128093/R0013620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/910829/R0013620.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... where shall we go today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... we went to Jordan for breakfast, then back to Tsim Sha Tsui to shop, &lt;br /&gt;then to central area, Tung Chung and finally back to women's street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/410729/R0013634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/659569/R0013634.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around taking dumb photos... i mean... afterall... its our last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/129516/R0013648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/335323/R0013648.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's everyone so shocked about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/894839/R0013658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/896996/R0013658.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/698482/R0013740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/953773/R0013740.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Stole Zhi Tao's cap to play with for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/1600/673417/R0013673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3922/1811/200/409310/R0013673.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sad our trip came to the end... maybe we'll go again someday.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-116876854025032532?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/116876854025032532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=116876854025032532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116876854025032532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116876854025032532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2007/01/may-was-just-complaining-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-116438176524018490</id><published>2006-11-24T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T07:22:46.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD! I have never in the entire seventeen years of my life been so freakin embarrassed. Like... huh? What the hell? How the hell did that happen i don't even have a clue. And what more SOOOOO MANY GUYS were around and everyone must think i'm some despo slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious to know what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll like to find out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work we sat around the void deck tables chit- chatting and slacking as usual. THere was me, Joey, Siangwei, Darryl, Anna and Jashawn some guy who has fantastic sales and just recently came back to work again. Yep so basically they were playing with their camera phones, complaining about our lack of sales (With the exception of Darryl) and laughing at Joey's lack of voice and Darryl's "Bimbu" when Jashawn out of boredem grabbed my phone and started browsing my songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... seriously, that's rather rude that he didn't exactly ASK FOR PERMISSION before browsing and he started asking... "Eh... you got... VIDEOS not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errmhmmm.... I am soooooo not Tammy and definitely don't have special hobbies like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS WHEN THE CRITICAL MOMENT STRUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Jashawn found his way to some hidden soundclip in god knows where in my phone and started playing and it turn out to be some fake moaning sound like... err... sounds from a Tammy video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally like 0.0? What the hell is that? I didn't even know I had that in my phone. And everyone just started laughing and said... "Wah... didn't know you had that kinda hobbies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i swear for heaven sake... purlease... i won't do that kinda retarded thing. And even if i were, I won't be as stupid to let Jashawn browse my songs with that in my phone right? Gosh... i totally no face to go to work anymore... HELP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end... i returned home and just told my bro the story for fun and then he had this shocked expression and then he started laughing uncontrollably. Okay... i guess i know where that sound clip came from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-116438176524018490?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/116438176524018490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=116438176524018490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116438176524018490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116438176524018490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-my-god-i-have-never-in-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-116349194994326958</id><published>2006-11-13T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T00:12:31.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 2 weeks of chionging, I finally broke 10 sales!!!!! Weeeeee~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clapclap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really proud of myself that i tolerated at this job through all the sad days without sales and proudly say to everyone, "NO! I'm not quitting yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaz... thinking back during training, I can remember Andy asking me... "2 sales per day okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment he made making sales sound like super easy and I was thinking any idiot can make 2 sales per day kind so i thick skinnedly replied "Sure, no prob!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurhur... 2 sales per day indeed. I'm having enough trouble hitting one per day less to say two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just some interesting facts i notice bout customers during my door knocking days that I wanted to share with you in case one day you wanna try door knocking sales...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You DEFINITELY need the BHB spirit. This is not the time to be demure or shy, no matter what insults customers throw you have to turn it into a compliment and brag about your product like bragging about yourself. The whole point is to convince the customer to consider buying your product before they get so irritated they slam the door in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. LOOKS DO MATTER in a job like hours. Not that you have to look like Miss Universe or something to get sales, but I'm sure if you did you'll get alot more Ah Pek sales. You have to at least look presentable and decent so customers DARE to open the door. One colleague of mine with purple hair, a thousand piercings and tattoos actually had customers asking "Are you a bad guy?" I mean... that's a totally retarded question, what do they expect in return? "yes i am, I'm here to rob your house!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chinese Ah peks like to say cold jokes to you and then tell you they already have the service or they're not interested. -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Indians don't seem to be able to afford pajamas. The men all seem to be half naked and the kids run nude around in the house. &gt;.&lt; Worst of all is that they stand half naked and talk to you at the door while circling their chest hair... something you definitely don't wanna experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If a Malay customer opens the door and doesn't have the product, SMILE and give all the charm you possess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I used to think that everyone is equal in the world. But when it comes to making sales, you tend to become a little more racist, sexist and ageist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a Malay man in his thirties open the door, 65% he will consider buying your product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a Malay woman in her thirties opens the door, 45% she will consider buying your product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a Malay man or woman about fifty opens the door, 80% he/she will not understand a single shit you've just said. So two words "move on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an indian man in his thirties opens the door, 100% he will ask you for ALL your product brochures. One even chased me from 11th floor to 8th floor to ask me for a brochure. Maybe only about 20% are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a Chinese man in his thirties or about opens the door, 50% will try to chat with you, but only 5% will be interested in buying your product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a Chinese woman around her thirties opens the door, 100% will act uninterested, even the 2% that are really interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a Chinese woman above fifties opens the door, she spells the word "menopause", either she's gonna slam the door in your face or she's gonna mumble some weird dialect or she's gonna start grumbling and complaining to you about god knows what... so LEAVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! All in all... this job requires 2% product knowledge, 8% thick skinness, 40% perseverence and 50% luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One colleague of mine said I possess the perseverence and hardworking required for a great salesman, like him when he started. (He claims!) But i think luck is the most important thing. You have to be at the right place at the right time. If you meet a customer already wanting to sign up, unless you're a shit salesman, any idiot can make the deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-116349194994326958?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/116349194994326958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=116349194994326958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116349194994326958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116349194994326958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-2-weeks-of-chionging-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-116323599402915812</id><published>2006-11-11T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:06:44.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo... Finally ended the whole PW trauma after one whole year of burning midnight oils and writing stupid stuff we don't exactly understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think we did rather well for presentation, Yuan Hong totally shocked me with his performence that day, it was so different from his usual self during rehersals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally been immersing myself in work these few days that i kinda feel I've been neglecting all my other friends. Like May, Cherlyn and Yulin... quite long haven't been hanging out with them, less to say my six eleven gang. And my beach date with Cheresa... haha... sorry girl... and then the movie marathon I owe Ever, Kia and Weiduo... its supposed to be sometime this week. God knows how I'm gonna squeeze out two days for them. I hardly have enough time to sleep and i've been missing loadsa trainings and HC meetings. So sorry everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well... at least I've been having fun at my job. Think MOST people are really cool even though some people really irritate me, others are really cool. Some people whom I had bad impressions about initially turned out to be really friendly and nice. But i guess i shouldn't be so friendly to people i don't know to stop getting myself into shit like some weirdo keep pestering and talking to me and don't understand my expression reads "piss off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest problem with my job is there are too few girls, there's basically me, agnes, liu hui, zahira and auntie sharon. So basically i've been constantly hanging out with the guys which I ain't that used to considering I'm a very girl gang person, always in a group of girls and after my four years in nanyang, I feel like a nun just stepping out of a nunnery and shocked that there are actually creatures called men in this world. &lt;br /&gt;But i think I'll slowly get used to hanging out with guys. Its alot easier than making friends with girls as I was discussing with Cheresa that day... less bitching, you don't really have to "read between the lines". They're very straightfoward. Like or not, its all on the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my sales aren't looking any better. I notice this weird trend,my sales all come in at the start of the week and by the end of the week i hand in eggs everyday. -_-''' What if I can't even hit 15? Sigh~ HOW?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-116323599402915812?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/116323599402915812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=116323599402915812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116323599402915812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116323599402915812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/11/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-116209474673337637</id><published>2006-10-28T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T06:17:28.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/Cake.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/happybirthdaytoyou.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/happybirthdaytoyou.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday to Wee Shuin &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/birthdayupclose.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/singing.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/singing.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are photos we took weeks ago during Weeshuin's birthday. Kinda didn't have time to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a custom, the birthday boy is supposed to give a birthday kiss. Okay... I know most of the time its the other way round but since Pearl wasn't there... it'll do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He tried to fake one with Jason. Look how paiseh Jason is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="" width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Of course we wouldn't settle for that. Nows Zhitao's turn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="" width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Perhaps after Zhitao's lip lock with Miao last december, this didn't seem much of a biggie afterall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After creating a huge din at Han's, maybe its time to take action and buy their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/food.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food looks great doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/FULLTABLE.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when its laid out like that filling up the entire table. Took bad it doesn't taste half as good as it looks. The soup seriously sucked. KEEP AWAY FROM HANS PEOPLE!!!!! &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/weirdfood.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/weirdfood.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ended up having loadsa left overs and we decided to lump them all together and play 'The Ultimate Number' in which the loser has to eat. The one in the picture is a combination of marble cake, potato soup, tabasco, salt, and lemon juice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Round 1: Guess who got to eat that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="" width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I think Hui was worse. Hers had loadsa pepper and weird stuff... check out her hilarious expression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="" width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently... one wasn't quite enough for her. She actually had to eat it twice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s15.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Took loadsa narcisstic photos after dinner. Typical traits of us girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/huijenqi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty girls... hahaz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/jennqi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner we went to the balcony area of Vivo city which was kinda awkward cause everyone there were couples and we were this huge noisy group. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end we sat at this area right outside a Chinese restaurant and played "Shui lai jie zhao". The person who loses thrice has to do a forfeit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/Maolinpiggybackjason.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/Maolinpiggybackjason.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor Maolin had to piggyback Jason around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/guyzbackview2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We asked the guyz to pose and this is what we got. Trying to act cool hur?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/Monsterreflection.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/Monsterreflection.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Latest piece of Picasso. No, actually, it was something we drew on the fogged up glass of the restaurant. Cute eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiwen's really weird. She met up with us only when everything ended just to go home with us. And she totally forced me to take loads of photos with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/aiwennjenirritated.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/aiwennjenirritated.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haiz... why do I have such a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellz... on account that I've known you for ten years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/jennaiwen.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll smile one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, things haven't exactly been going well. My grades were okay i guess, but my holidays are totally screwed because i have to teach an asshole and can't relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we played against NUS today. IT WAS SOOOOOO MY FAULT. The ball was like rolling... and rolling and I gasped and was totally stunned and i tried to catch it but i was like totally one second late and it was in the net already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... and we were soooooo much better than them but because of my STTTTOOOOOPID mistake. ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-116209474673337637?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/116209474673337637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=116209474673337637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116209474673337637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116209474673337637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-116156763521691936</id><published>2006-10-22T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T18:40:35.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with 409 on sat for pot luck at Mr. Tan's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really crazy to realize I miss my pals soooo much and yet I haven't seen them for so long. But it was kinda a relief to know that I wasn't the only one isolated in my far temasek corner. Basically everyone hadn't really met up until that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird that even the Hwa Chong peepz were like... "Hey gurl... long time no see!" to each other when they were in the same school. Me and XT see each other like almost everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pot luck was good but it was mostly snacks... no real food but there were loadsa ice cream though. Kia, Ever and me finally made plans for our movie marathon we put off for ONE WHOLE YEAR. We seriously have to get it done... or we'll find ourselves wondering ten years later what the hell happened to our movie marathon. Met other pals like Suyi, Zhang, Daphne, Cheresa... Almost the entire class came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda worried that it'll be awkward since Cheresa and Jayce weren't on speaking terms and there were rumours that Cheresa changed and everything but I didn't feel that way. We just interacted naturally just that Cheresa and Jayce didn't and I felt Cheresa was still her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... WE'RE OFFICIALLY GOING TO HONGKONG!!!!!! All thanks to ben da xiao jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were really stuborn and I almost quarrelled with Miao several times over this issue cause I insisted on going to hongkong but he wanted to save a few hundred and go on a stupid cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... even little kids know that cruise advertisements can't be trusted and he actually believed that there's all those entertainment stuff on the cruise. Half of it were casinos and clubs larh... we also can't go in... go cruise for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we settled for a chalet at my house (yes... my house AGAIN!) before we fly off straight. Okay... not flying from my house technically but basically that we go to the airport from my house and fly off from there. I'm so psyched for the trip... hehehee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-116156763521691936?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/116156763521691936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=116156763521691936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116156763521691936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116156763521691936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/10/met-up-with-409-on-sat-for-pot-luck-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-116097367938579469</id><published>2006-10-15T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:41:20.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmz... seemz like a totally long time to be not blogging especially since the sucky promos have ended. Like so totally slacking... just go out eat sleep and watch TV. Life of a rotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... first day after promos went with May, Yulin and Cherlyn to NYDC for a fab dinner and then watched John Tucker must Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/johntucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/johntucker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it was a totally fab movie about feminism... yet bimbotic at the same time... thank god I caught it before it was over. The tickets were like totally all sold outlarh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think NY's last day of year end exam was that day too... met some of my choir juniors at orchard but couldn't really remember their names so I didn't go say hi. LIke... it would be totally kinda awkward if I went up and said... "Hey... you're my Junior rite? Like... err... what's your name... I can't remember..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaez... went for job interview for Starhub and True Yoga too but i don't think I got the job. I mean... if they haven't called you for like almost a week it means they're not gonna call you rite? Haiz... whatever... think i'll just take up Miao's offer to work at Vivo city even though its totally far and there's no one so it'll be totally boring and Kipling bags are absolutely hideous so its not very good to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we celebrated Wee Shuin's birthday even though his birthday is on the 19th. Stupid Wenhui wanted to celebrate his birthday when she didn't know when it was... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.... went shopping with her at bugis for his present and I was kinda shocked at my self- control... i actually didn't buy ANYTHING AT ALL!!! Guess i was worried I won't have enough for dinner or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the celebration was quite successful even though the cake was kinda ugly and squashed and the food and Han's seriously sucked. The chicken was soooooo hard and I couldn't like cut it normally i had to pry it open... [Miao said like that no Tai- tai look liao... whatever man... like I wanna be Tai- tai in the first place]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were loadsa leftover food in the end... proves how bad it really was... and we had to play good old Zhong Ji Mi Ma to clear some of it and they made it really disgusting like cake dripped with potato soup and tomato ketchup and pepper and tabasco and all sorts of weird things... I ate like twice but luckily mine were the milder kind. Wenhui was the most unlucky... hers was so bad she had to spit it out. Wahahah... they even videod Wee Shuin kissing Zhi Tao at the restaurant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After totally embarrassing ourselves at Hans we finally decided to leave and we went up to the so called "VERY NICE ROOFTOP!" wenhui insisted we go to. But then it was kinda weird cause the haze made it not that nice and it was ALL COUPLES there... we were so outta place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we went to this area outside this restuarant which wasn't open yet and used their chairs and played "Shui lai jie zhao" [Who takes the blow?] and made sooooo much noise the restaurant peepz had to chase us away. Too bad... we had fun anyway... and I'm glad that we all got back together... I mean... it was weird leaving us in the mood we were in during mooncake festival where Miao and Wee had some conflicts and Miao left rather unhappily early and Wenhui and Zhitao had some arguments over msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda pissed off though... dunno why they changed their minds again and decided that we shouldn't go HK. I REALLY WANNA GO HK... arh... suck... now their like deciding to go on a cruise or something. That is like... ugh... so boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-116097367938579469?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/116097367938579469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=116097367938579469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116097367938579469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116097367938579469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmmz.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-116019715313416770</id><published>2006-10-06T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T21:59:13.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SOOOO... IN A BAD MOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... all my papers sucked which was kinda upsetting considering that I studied more than usual. Even Math, my most confident subject... I'm positive I'll fail. Which totally sucks larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was really looking foward to Lantern festival... but initially the turnout was quite bad and we couldn't decide on the location so Miao and Weeshuin kinda got into a quarrel... haiz... so the rest of the night was kinda spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the opening of Vivocity and I really wanted to go check it out. Think Miao must think I'm crazy... say cannot go... then say can go... then say cannot go again. All coz of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say wad exam not over cannot go out.... purlease... like I stay at home will study like that! Even if I will... U DON'T LET ME GO OUT ALL THE MORE I WON'T STUDY. At least if you let me out I will feel guilty and study more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever... kinda pissed off now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-116019715313416770?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/116019715313416770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=116019715313416770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116019715313416770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116019715313416770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-116004367826825720</id><published>2006-10-05T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T03:21:18.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/PR3_rate_ep02_Kayne_Robert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMOS SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After days of mugging, no matter how hard you try... you are bound to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like math... I thought it was my most confident subject. Well... i didn't study for JCTs and I got like 60 which was kinda what i predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time... i think i studied a bit and what? I finished like 70% of the paper only larh! And that does not include some that i gave up halfway... This is so demoralising. But anyway... one more paper left. Just gonna enjoy my mid- autumn fest then mug a little over the weekends and then I'M OFF!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Project Runway to cheer myself up last night. Its totally my favourite show. It was soooo exciting... they got to design the evening gown for Miss USA... so cool larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Keane totally deserved to win. Its one of the few times I am in full support for him to win... that challenge I mean... Normally i quite like the winning one but not my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I SOOOO... think Malon should not be out. By any means... it should be Angela or that other guy she partnered with. I mean... Angela didn't EVEN BOTHER TO COME UP WITH A DESIGN. All she wanted was to freeload. How the hell do you freeload in the real industry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real designers have pittfalls and have some designs that turn out sucky like the one Malon did. But they still have to experiment... you never know what it'll turn out like... I mean... how many times have a reknowned designer sent down a model in something really weird and you frown thinking "Is that really fashion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malon so deserves another chance even though he's like kinda drag queenish. And his story bout how he self- taught to become a designer really touched me. He's just like me... the whole world was against him becoming a designer... but he drew designs and tried secretly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think maybe I should give up my dream... so what if I starve? So what if I can't live the luxurious life I'm used to... isn't my passion more important? Will I really be happy if I do something I hate like hell like law or some science and earn loadsa money...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or would i be wasting 5,6 years of my life pursuing the degree and career only to revert back to fashion in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh... by the way... I found Chloe's website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lot8online.com"&gt;http://www.lot8online.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Features some of Chloe's really nice designs not shown in PR2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-116004367826825720?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/116004367826825720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=116004367826825720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116004367826825720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/116004367826825720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/10/promos-suck-after-days-of-mugging-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115985577214288073</id><published>2006-10-02T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:09:32.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Demoralised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I've totally lost my motivation to study after Physics and GP. Its like... what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I mugged quite hard for physics paper... or at least harder than normal...  but so what? I went into the exam room and I was still... "What the hell is this crap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse of all is I couldn't FINISH the paper. I think that's the stupidest of all. You study sooooooo hard and you know how to do but you don't have the time to finish and give off marks just because of that. TEN FREAKIN MARKS!!!!!! I counted and I lost TEN FREAKIN MARKS because I couldn't finish my paper 2. And that doesn't included the last few MCQ questions I anyhow filled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my most confident subject GP... think i totally flopped it too. COuldn't finish AQ and even the parts I wrote think... totally rubbish. My essay... i thought it was okay... but everytime I think its okay its turns out not. Somehow GP teachers just don't like my essay writing style? Like the other time Cherlyn read and said it was good and i like got 17/50 only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Econs and Math... totally going to throw away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115985577214288073?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115985577214288073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115985577214288073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115985577214288073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115985577214288073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/10/demoralised.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115960055727733916</id><published>2006-09-30T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:15:57.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jennifer has officially been bitten by the mug bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... its weird that I've been ACTUALLY STUDYING. I'm like so not used to mugging. Even like Os or prelims whatever I hardly mugged. And for PROMOS, I actually studied quite a bit. I mean... its ALOT compared to the amounts I studied for past internal exams. But probably still far less than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the whole of TYS... okay larh... MCQ portion only. And I finished Physics and Math 2005 past year paper. And shockest fact of all was I actually went back to school during the studying break for consultation with teacher... and for PHYSICS! My hatest subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think even Iskandar got a shock when he saw me with Wenhui and Qianhui. Think Iskandar is quite nice... but he just can't really explain very well cause like he says he uses equations to solve and I can't remember all these weird equations so I can only rationalise. And seriously... Physics isn't really rationale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... after 3 and a half hours of consultation, Hui and I decided to spoil ourselves a little. We went to Century Square's Shilin for Egg+Sausage+Cheese crepe and Oyster Mee Sua cause we've been having Mee Sua cravings ever since I bought the Crepe the last time. Shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we deluded ourselves with our HK fantasy again. Seriously... I think its the only think keeping me going... fantasizing about our fantastic HK trip and pushing myself to work harder so I can get good grades and go. We started talking about how we will gorge ourselves on fantastic food in HK much better than this and maybe play our very own "Shi Zi Lu Kou."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Coffee Bean to study. Tried Belgium Chocolate Extremed. Initially it was kinda bitter... but it was rather addictive after a while. But... oh wellz... I'm still a die hard Starbucks fan... just that TM starbucks it WAY TOO ROWDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite good to study there initially until the stoopid old women moved our stuff to a tiny round table while we were at the toilet and sat there to eat loadsa stuff. Hope they all become fat pigs. SO RUDE LAR! Never ask if they can shift our stuff and never even apologize when we come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... after bout three hours of battling with the SUPER DUPER HARD 2005 Promos math paper... we decided to treat ourselves with 50% Cartel cakes. Oreo cheesecake is quite good. Hui insisted on eating Choc fudge even though I told her she'll get sick of it. In the end she couldn't finish it... can't help giving her the "I told you" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end... we spend like more than ten bucks on food... haha... think the ones becoming fat pigs are us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moon cake festival isn't even here yet. Waiting we start on our 1000 calories mooncakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115960055727733916?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115960055727733916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115960055727733916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115960055727733916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115960055727733916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/09/jennifer-has-officially-been-bitten-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115933262849014087</id><published>2006-09-26T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:54:17.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay... I'm like soooo detached from the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My modem was down for like one freakin week and I couldn't surf or blog or anything. I felt so weird... like detached from the world like that. The down side of technology reliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it was a good thing that i had one less &lt;strong&gt;distraction&lt;/strong&gt; from my studies. I seriously need to chiong, so much to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after like ten hours of physics mugging i still don't understand what the hell is going on. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can anyone be more of a physics retard and still take H2 physics for A levels?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, life have been depressing with the books piling up and my state of family relations worse than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had gone back to Kuching and I'm left fighting a war alone. Mum and I are still not on speaking terms and I'm barely talking to that brat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good though... not talking is better than quarreling I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the only times that were happier was saturday night when our gang went out to celebrate Jason's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't intending to go cause well... i still had loads to study and me and Jason... well... lets just say we aren't exactly at ease with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end Hui and qi were going and Miao said something bout going and rekindling the friendship between me and Jason or something... haha... okay lor... go lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm glad I went. It was really fun, Miao and Zhi Tao tricked Jason to walk rounds and rounds in Wisma while we got the cake ready and everything and we started singing &lt;em&gt;'Happy Birthday'&lt;/em&gt; really loud in Wisma outside Ichiban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went in and ordered food... it was really crazy cause each main course came with like an appetizer, soup, a side dish and another side dish and all sorts of things so each person had like ten plates of things and our &lt;strong&gt;ENTIRE TABLE AND PACKED WITH FOOD!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; We were like in heaven! Hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beef rice bowl came with cold toufu, miso soup, chawanmushi, soft shell crab, the soft shell crab dip, fruits and some other stuff. We tried each others stuff and by the time I finished my appetizers and stuff i was full. &lt;strong&gt;And i haven't even started on my main course and side dish!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... in the end i finished like half my soft shell crab and half my beef bowl. Miao took the rest of the soft shell crab as Zhi Tao shook his head in disapproval at my food wastage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was already at my max wad... anymore and I'll puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... we discussed and agreed that we'll go HK! YAY!!! LOtsa shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen they were like "&lt;em&gt;Let's work hard for the first month and earn our expenses for the trip&lt;/em&gt;" then i added "&lt;em&gt;Then i'll beg hard for my daddy to sponsor my trip!^-^"&lt;/em&gt; THen everyone gave me the -_-''' look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyz... not that I'm not gonna work! Just that my pay will NEVER be able to cover my expenditure so I'll plead with dad to sponsor my plane ticket, hotel, food etc and my money can be used for SHOPPING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooooo... gonna bring back loadsa stuff. I mean... the no. one advantage of going with guys is that you have loads of free labour to help you carry your shopping right. Seriously... it will be my first trip with guy friends. Hoho! Normally go with girls then no one can help you cause everyone's equally loaded with shopping bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished our dinner and rested enough to walk again we just randomly walked around orchard and took the lift up mandarin hotel just for fun and looked at the scenery... which wasn't exactly that fabulous from the fifth storey swimming pool gallery. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were totally going crazy imagining we were in HK already. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing that saddened me was my long detachment from the orchard scene. While everything used to be so familiar and I used to complain that stores should change their displays more often cause i was getting bored of seeing the same stuff every trip, I felt so foreign there and I couldn't even shop with the guys there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NVM... i'll do all the catching up in HK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Pig heart attack on the MRT and recieved numerous stares but hanging out with the gang is always so fun. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope promos quickly end (No! Cannot! Haven't finish studying!) and hope the HK trip quickly comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that... there's always the lantern festival to look foward to, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115933262849014087?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115933262849014087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115933262849014087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115933262849014087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115933262849014087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115781656207109837</id><published>2006-09-09T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T08:42:42.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUGGING IS TRAUMATISING!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you have to do it for one ENTIRE week and cannot go out or watch TV or play the computer at free will and UNDER SURVEILLANCE CAMERA. I know that was done cause of the shit my bro is in but seriously... i feel like a prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE WORST OF ALL IS THAT I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING WRONG!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally at least I'll feel a little bad cause I'm grounded for something I did or what... but seriously... All I can say is that I'm borned into the wrong family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel suffocated. APGP and Integration and Organic Chem and Market Structure. All this shit is killing me. And facing that brat 24/7 makes me wanna murder him for sharing his shit with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly... I'm looking foward to school reopening. You would too if you were in my shoes... and you bet I'll stay out as late as I can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115781656207109837?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115781656207109837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115781656207109837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115781656207109837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115781656207109837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/09/mugging-is-traumatising-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115735604951297503</id><published>2006-09-03T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:55:19.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its really been a crazy week. !xoPHA ended with a blast and a whole crazy weekend celebrating Qi's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day was okay i guess, great job Yingxiu, May and com but i totally wasn't in the mood. No great teachers to celebrate for and May had to do SC stuff, Yulin went with the DHS soccer peepz and Cherlyn actually wanted to pon teacher's day to mug! Thank god for darling Wenhui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Birthday girl Qi for some serious shopping I was deprived of for weeks. Meanwhile, Miao called me up for some reason both of us forgot and said he was meeting up Zhi Tao. In the end, we decided to combine outings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Qi started shopping while waiting for 2pm to eat 30% at pastamania but I guess the hunger took away all our concentration and for once shopping didn't seem that appealing. When the clock struck two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/SV400011.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/SV400011.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We zoomed down to Pasta where Miao came to join us. He's taking on identity of Lam Aiwen today cause Hui is coming to join us later. [ The other time he was Jennifer Lam cause i couldn't go to wildwild wet with the girls and he took my place.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he wanted to like walk ten feet away from us for fear other friends he met would misunderstand him to be gay or a flirt. Seriously... that has happened soooo many times shouldn't he be used to it by now? But he's really quite poor thing, had to wait outside while me and qi shopped in girly shops cause he felt awkward entering with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/guess.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/guess.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I spent like $80+ in half an hour for this wallet, a new top and a beaded necklace for tomorrow's Krunk! party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/SV400015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/SV400015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miao tried on my necklace and i took a photo of it cause it was really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Huiz and Zhi Tao decided to Pangsehed us, and we decided to go to Jelvin's house to watch 'The Longest Yard' and 'Fifty first Dates' since 'Legally Blond' wasn't working. It was kinda like an Adam Sandler marathon. The Longest Yard was fabulous... can't really say the same for Fifty first Dates, maybe my migraine was killing me by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Shuin came to join us towards the end and we hung out around till nearing midnight. The guys were really nice and offered to cab us home but my mum came to pick us up. See... these are the times I find our guys really sweet and wondered what the hell happened to TJ guys. Maybe the canteen food mutated them into dwarfs but gave them hearts as compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day four of us went out to celebrate Qi's birthday. Me, Aiwen and Hui met up earlier to buy her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/lurveaiwenshades.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/lurveaiwenshades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiwen's shades are really cool but i guess she's the only idiot who will pay $40 for a topshop sunnie. I swore i saw it at $15 during GSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/huizshades.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/huizshades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui tried it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/myshades.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/myshades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiwen started sulking cause all of us started taking her shades to take photos except her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some speed shopping we met up with the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/presents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the new restaurant in Citylink 'Newyork Newyork' for lunch and it was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/sinful.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/sinful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on the menu and knew it was a must have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/steak.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/steak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi's mushroom sauce was really squishy and nice too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/ribs.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/ribs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ribs was good too i guess but the entire thing was practically bones. Kinda irritating to keep pulling out bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/burger.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/burger.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiwen actually ordered a burger! But it was a really nice burger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took lotsa retarded photos after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/capandsunnies.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/capandsunnies.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiwen hid lotsa weird accessories in her big black tote like this colourful cap and her sunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/guessgirls.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/guessgirls.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, me and Qi were the new Guess? girls. My new wallet, my watch and her bag... wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/girlsgonewild.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/girlsgonewild.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went for some window shopping at Zara. We started trying clothes and snuck a few shots in the dressing room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/takingphotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/takingphotos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them liked this shirt Aiwen's wearing except me. They wanted to buy it as a group tee but i didn't want. Hey... i'm totally broke from yesterday's spree. So in the end... only Qi bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/thispeice.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/thispeice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Aiwen's really crazy... she purposely picks all the weirdest dresses to try on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/badtaste.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/badtaste.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Zara we went to a few others like Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/Dorothyperkinsshades.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/Dorothyperkinsshades.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiwen found this in Dorothy Perkins and sprung for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much walking, Hui dragged us to Pan Pacific's toilet as she insists its more condusive for... bigger business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/suakus.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/suakus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were totally awed by the glam TOILET. There was even a special lady to serve you at the toilet. Toilet waitress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/stealingbasket.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/stealingbasket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi spotted the Basket and wanted to steal it home. Little did she know it was meant for dirty towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around evening time we headed over to Sentosa for Krunk! We were kinda irritated at first cause we had to get tickets from Sharon's friend Clarence and i thought we were meeting in Sentosa and he thought we were meeting at Harbourfront. Anyway... we had to wait for him and he actually wanted US to wait for Sharon to pass her the tickets. Hello? Isn't he Sharon's friend too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... saw loadsa TJ peepz. Rishik and some Beta House Com girl was there... Oooh! Scandalous. Then we saw Jian Ming. Can't believe he clubs! And he was with Clarence's gang. Met Charlene too. Heard Cheresa was there too but didn't meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event started rather late so we were pissed off we had nothing to do but people watch which was kinda interesting too... There was this super high angmoh gang and this gorgeous girl who kept changing partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were loadsa hot babes and hunks there... too bad we had to leave when the real clubbing started. Think i totally wasted my $18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/poorfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/poorfeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky we managed to catch the last train and by that time... my feet hurt soooo much i took of my heels and walked bare foot. Another minute in them and i will go cripple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/miaoandzt.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/miaoandzt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miao came to meet us after his tourism academy thingy and went home with us but he kinda ignored us the entire trip cause his darling Zhi Tao called him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... it was really fun and i really enjoy times with 6/11. We should really hang out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115735604951297503?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115735604951297503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115735604951297503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115735604951297503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115735604951297503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-really-been-crazy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115692022853770163</id><published>2006-08-29T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:56:51.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!xoPHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm really really REALLY happy that despite all the screw ups, !xoPHA rawked man! The decor was already rushing and had to pull everyone in even non HC members and even non HC non alpha members. But really thanks to everyone who helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when the event started, we were totally like... errr... how to start? So me and Amanda basically went around the entire school going '!xoPHA has STARTED! Please go to innospace." Kinda weird for a party huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while we realised what the problem was. Our food. It didn't attract crowd to our event, it attracted crowd AWAY from it. Eventually we had to like stop the food and pull everyone back to the innospace which was really awkward. Anyway, Andrea started off the dancing and she's really HOT man and after a while of mass dancing the grooving kicked off a little. But it was kinda hard to continuously groove for that long, besides, many there didn't really know HOW TO CLUB! So after a while... everyone disappeared again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... it took us extremely long to pull EVERYONE back and had to bring foward our Fashion Parade and Dance Competition. THAT, was when our event REALLY started. People cheered for friends, and posed and stripped (Yinglin and Wilson) and did lotsa farnie actions (Kengmun). And then we had the dance competition which was really hot. Rishik, Imran, Haven (Or "hav a nice day" as he calls himself), May and Bibi were really good but of course, no one could beat Andrea who really got the crowd whoppin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So congratulations to May Sze and Andrea who won Best Dressed and Best Dancer respectively and got BEN &amp;amp; JERRY'S VOUCHER!!!!! Really sorry to Aiwen, haha... couldn't get you the voucher... sorry girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. Despite all the rubbish in front... i guess it was a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god we didn't settle with anything less than innospace. THe ATMOSPHERE RAWKED man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115692022853770163?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115692022853770163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115692022853770163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115692022853770163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115692022853770163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/08/xopha-im-really-really-really-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115660206459510381</id><published>2006-08-26T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:57:43.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Think I'm like blogging less and less... Dunno if I'm too busy or simply LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniwaes... time reallie flies huh? Like before i knew it, Tomo and Zhen are like... poof! Gone? Recieved Tomo's sms that she's flying off this morning and I was like... "uh- oh!" I totally promised to meet up with her at least once before she left, Zhen also. I promised to send her off and in the end all of us pangseh except poor Siew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the stoopid !xoPHA was almost screwed up cause of blardie OM. He's such as ass seriously. I wonder why he's Operating Manager for all he does is 'STOP OPERATIONS' and give people shit time. But i think incidents like this reallie show people's true colours and how some people just give up easily which some people take action to fight to the end. Was really impressed with Zihui, the way she suggested we go straight to the principal and the way she talked to the principal. You go girl! I'm all for you as next year's HOUSE CAPTAIN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i reallie gotta apologise to our HC peepz. Sorrie I put up the "chau bin" (black face) when i heard the incident. I was really pissed off cause all the decor stuff we did would kinda go down the drain and I was really irritated and worried the thing will suck under LT1 which I'm absolutely sure it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god its back at innospace. What the hell. Hold up all our work for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Dad coming home totally makes our whole family alot happier. Had a super long talk with him today and made me feel more positive or rather not so uptight about some stuff. And mum's like totally in a good mood, i went into this stoopid craze in Popular and threw whatever I wanted into the basket and mum totally went into a craze and just paid for everything. [4 assesment books &gt;$50, like more than 10 pens and highlighters and a twenty plus Meg cabot book.] Wahaha! I'm not gonna sleep tonight man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115660206459510381?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115660206459510381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115660206459510381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115660206459510381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115660206459510381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/08/50-like-more-than-10-pens-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115582422776733723</id><published>2006-08-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:59:04.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a Freakin' Tiring Week!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank god tomorrow is Friday, even though my weekends are like totally packed too... i don't know... weekends seems more mentally relaxing, at least there's no classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a rather hiong training on Monday, came late cause of the stoopid DCP and HRC meeting about the house tees which kinda ended up with no conclusion too just that most likely we have to redo our designs which i spent freakin long doing. I was soooo damn pissed off! But the comment Shihui made was damn farnie. We were deciding whether to put for example, "alpha" or "alpha warrior" at the back of our tees. Coz like Alpha got "alpha warrior", Beta's "beta Knight", Delta has a weird "Delta dragons" and Gamma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Shihui said "Gamma Dolphins". Hahah! That was sooo random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mr. Au was kinda weird on Monday, he din give us water break until me and Justine kept complaining that we were gonna faint of dehydration on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday woke up totally groggy and realised... oh shit... today's 2.4km. I was so frikin tired and my legs soooo super "suan" i dunno how the hell I was supposed to run the damn thing but in the end somehow i completed it. YAY! HUGE IMPROVEMENT FROM LAST YEAR! But still kinda disappointing, 4 more seconds to an A. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/soccergirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we had testimonial match against the senior team. They sent their first team out for first half and trashed the seniors like hell... 4-0 larh! No. 16 socred TWO GOALS! So pro! Den Yibin one from the midfield, also damn pro. but the last one was kinda lousy. Like just kick in amongst confusion that kind. Then after that they sent in second team for second half and even change keeper larh, those first team players eng eng go in play for two minutes. In the end they ended with a score of 4-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours the seniors alot pro-er lo. But at least we kept the score to 0-0 before penalties. Played keeper for second half. There was one moment Diana dribbled so close to the goal I got a shock! I was sooooo scared she will kick and score. Luckily one of the defenders cornered her out. I thought the match was gonna end that when Mr. Tong announced penalties. I was totally flabbergasted until Huimin offered to take the shots. Actually i kinda regretted, it will be a great experience larh... but Huimin did well la. Oh... and I realised that Niying is the basketball girl I played soft tennis last time with. Din recognise her in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had 5 stations. Think i improve alot this year. Dunno why my past few years sucked like hell. Had 4 As 2 Bs. Soooo happy for my standing broad jump and shuttle run. I jumped 180+ for first few times and A was &gt;190. Then i tried somewhere else and i realised I jump wrongly so i pleaded with the teacher to let me try once more. Den I jump 190! YAY! Shuttle run damn heng la, run with BK whom i think is the fastest in class... my timing was 10.9. Soooo much improvement la.... think almost 1 second improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr still got HC meeting plus training, sat need to buy decor stuff for house function, Sunday need to go down support the FAS match... Next whole week will be full force prep for house function. Gosh! When is this gonna end? I desperately need sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115582422776733723?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115582422776733723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115582422776733723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115582422776733723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115582422776733723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-freakin-tiring-week-thank-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115548086917745063</id><published>2006-08-13T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T00:59:48.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am SOOOOO DEAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Think I'm totally lost as to what to do, I totally have tons of things to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--The GP essay introduction which i just anyhow scribbles three lines. Cheryl Lee is sooo gonna slaughter me. But whatever. She probably won't even tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--MY STOOPID CHEM TEST TMR!!! Argh! I've spent like yesterday afternoon, a abit of today morning and the whole of tonight fighting Phenol and Benzene and Carboxylic acid and I officially SURRENDER! I mean... how can anyone finish? THere's like... a neverending amount to study. And every single time I try to concentrate, somehow, the retarded comedy on TV or my new FIR album or some smells from the kitchen seems way more enticing. Of course, ANYTHING is WAY more enticing that ORGANIC CHEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again... I think I'll fail Chem Test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Oh and then there's the super long worksheet Mr Tong gave us to fill on ourselves and our Soccer Motto? Like... Huh? My motto is to kick a hundred balls per day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--And then theres the stupid board proposal amanda asked me to rush and turns out she was talking about the room decor and not the board which means I wasted two whole hours drawing the stupid retro circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I got a feeling there's still like a hundred other things I've chucked into that tremendous pile that's almost collapsing on my table but all I can think of is my lovely bed upstairs... I'm such a Pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm totally irritated coz my Stoopid brother keeps hogging the phone so I had to use my handphone to make loadsa calls. And he thinks I'm oblivious to why my phone suddenly disappears for hours and reappears in places I've never been to. Like just now I was about to msg May asking bout the stupid GP thing when it was nowhere to be found. Erhem... i was just messaging XT a minute ago... it couldn't have disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess where it reappeared? Upstairs! I soooooo did not go upstairs. I'm like the laziest person around, I DON'T CLIMB STAIRS FOR NOTHING! He is SOOOO gonna get it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115548086917745063?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115548086917745063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115548086917745063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115548086917745063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115548086917745063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-sooooo-dead-think-im-totally-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115531754380151044</id><published>2006-08-11T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T01:01:20.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; D&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soccer girls gathered at Justine's house for Pot Luck in the afternoon. Justine's house is damn big and damn nice larh... so envious... her living room has a superb view. The national Day Parachutist actually flew right in front of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the entire afternoon playing Mahjong. Lost quite abit, Shiyi and Huimin were damn pro man. I had very good card but never won. When i won, it was like quite little coz i din reallie noe how to count the "tai".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought loadsa stuff like me and Shihui's brownie- ice cream, claud's sheperd's pie, bekah's excessive hotdogs, Huiqi's nuggets, Yulin's grabbed up sushi, simar's mashed potatos and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I was meeting the six eleven peepz or I could have enjoyed more food and the entire parade right in front of me. I walked a few streets with Simar and met up with Wenhui before we walked over to the Tanjong Rhu river to book a place to watch fireworks. On the way... guess what flew over our heads?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07624.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed bags with Aiwen since she bugged me for like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07625.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course and not forgetting... taking picture of da four of us... We're soooo RED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07642.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07642.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys came soon loaded with snacks and we started eating... YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07646.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fireworks start... Today's one was sooo much better than yesterday's. The whole "qifen" Zhi Tao was looking for was there too! Sooooo nice larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07664.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07655.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fireworks ended we took a group photo and wanted to have dinner but there were road blocks everywhere. In the end, we decided to walk to Geylang for dinner. It was quite far, but since me and Wenhui walked the other time during HC camp, we were rather confident and led the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07695.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, we had to cut through a dark alley. You know the thing they say about never cutting through dark alleys... well... its absolutely true. Loadsa people went in and out and we thought it should be okay... but when we walked through it, we saw the entire street was lined with hookers waiting to be approached. There were sooooo many of them the guys started hiding behind us and doing stupid stuff like acting gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, we saw quite interesting people too like this chinese girl who's skirts was sooooo short and flew up when the wind blew every single male species turned to stare when they walked past her... even with their wives by their sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this woman wearing black kept coughing when she walked past Zhitao until Zhitao hid behind Jelvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so farnie to see the guys so cowardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, at the appropriate times, they can be brave too. There was this stretch of road i was so tired i didn't notice my surroundings but I knew the guys suddenly walked faster and surrounded us as we walked. Later on, Wenhui told me there were alot of Ah peks standing around staring at us. DUnno what they staring at larh, we were wearing red t shirt and board shorts. Hello? What part of me are you staring at? Anyways, thanks to the guys anyway. They can be really sweet at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest award of the day still goes to Weeshuin who joined us last minute. On the way to join us, he was actually approached by a hooked who asked, "Are you here to look for me?" and he replied "KNN!" and stormed off. Hahaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morale of the story, never walk alone in Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was a fun experience... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115531754380151044?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115531754380151044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115531754380151044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115531754380151044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115531754380151044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-soccer-girls-gathered-at_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115531752657383398</id><published>2006-08-11T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:32:17.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; D&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soccer girls gathered at Justine's house for Pot Luck in the afternoon. Justine's house is damn big and damn nice larh... so envious... her living room has a superb view. The national Day Parachutist actually flew right in front of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We spent the entire afternoon playing Mahjong. Lost quite abit, Shiyi and Huimin were damn pro man. I had very good card but never won. When i won, it was like quite little coz i din reallie noe how to count the "tai".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We brought loadsa stuff like me and Shihui's brownie- ice cream, claud's sheperd's pie, bekah's excessive hotdogs, Huiqi's nuggets, Yulin's grabbed up sushi, simar's mashed potatos and many more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Too bad I was meeting the six eleven peepz or I could have enjoyed more food and the entire parade right in front of me. I walked a few streets with Simar and met up with Wenhui before we walked over to the Tanjong Rhu river to book a place to watch fireworks. On the way... guess what flew over our heads?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Changed bags with Aiwen since she bugged me for like forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Of course and not forgetting... taking picture of da four of us... We're soooo RED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07642.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07642.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The guys came soon loaded with snacks and we started eating... YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;And the fireworks start... Today's one was sooo much better than yesterday's. The whole "qifen" Zhi Tao was looking for was there too! Sooooo nice larh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After the fireworks ended we took a group photo and wanted to have dinner but there were road blocks everywhere. In the end, we decided to walk to Geylang for dinner. It was quite far, but since me and Wenhui walked the other time during HC camp, we were rather confident and led the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;On the way, we had to cut through a dark alley. You know the thing they say about never cutting through dark alleys... well... its absolutely true. Loadsa people went in and out and we thought it should be okay... but when we walked through it, we saw the entire street was lined with hookers waiting to be approached. There were sooooo many of them the guys started hiding behind us and doing stupid stuff like acting gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Along the way, we saw quite interesting people too like this chinese girl who's skirts was sooooo short and flew up when the wind blew every single male species turned to stare when they walked past her... even with their wives by their sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then this woman wearing black kept coughing when she walked past Zhitao until Zhitao hid behind Jelvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was so farnie to see the guys so cowardly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But of course, at the appropriate times, they can be brave too. There was this stretch of road i was so tired i didn't notice my surroundings but I knew the guys suddenly walked faster and surrounded us as we walked. Later on, Wenhui told me there were alot of Ah peks standing around staring at us. DUnno what they staring at larh, we were wearing red t shirt and board shorts. Hello? What part of me are you staring at? Anyways, thanks to the guys anyway. They can be really sweet at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The funniest award of the day still goes to Weeshuin who joined us last minute. On the way to join us, he was actually approached by a hooked who asked, "Are you here to look for me?" and he replied "KNN!" and stormed off. Hahaz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Morale of the story, never walk alone in Geylang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Still, it was a fun experience... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115531752657383398?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115531752657383398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115531752657383398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115531752657383398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115531752657383398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-soccer-girls-gathered-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115510181937970245</id><published>2006-08-08T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:48:05.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATIONAL DAY CELEBRATIONS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJC celebrated National Day on the 8th of Aug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say it was kinda disappointing, far from the crazy, outrageous, everybody get high national day celebrations we had back in NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was... well... okay lah... the morning parade... some REALLIE BORING PERFORMENCES.... the best part was National Day Idol. I felt Poh Kiat and Alvin's team should have won. I mean... its quite hard to harmonize... and they did it so well... and they got packaging. But Krishell really power house larh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07580.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07580.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went home to change and met up for "Click". I think it totally rawks larh... the movie was funny, sad and philosopical all at the same time!!!!!! I think its one of the best movies I've watched this year. And Kate Bekinsale is sooooo pretty. Think she's the pearl harbour girl... is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2199900070086074302JGiPMv_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2199900070086074302JGiPMv_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherlyn left early so only three of us joined the rest for steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks good doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised so many of us turned up. Even Weikian and Jie Sheng came larh! Ida came too, and she even brought her boyfriend, but in the end he felt awkward so he left first and she later went to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2114302750086074302ojLouz_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2114302750086074302ojLouz_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some after dinner desert. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/Eewguys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/Eewguys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG 13/06!!! Tada. Look at our disgusted faces at the guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/ninebrothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/ninebrothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh... and we met loadsa people we knew there. Shiyi, Huixian, Yibin... then got the AHS councillors like Nat, Samuel, Mingwei... he took da photos for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All da Preetty Girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2373408520086074302TxQvFY_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2373408520086074302TxQvFY_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you missed the fireworks... the view from Marina was fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115510181937970245?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115510181937970245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115510181937970245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115510181937970245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115510181937970245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/08/national-day-celebrations-tjc.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115487674768763952</id><published>2006-08-06T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T08:05:48.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shi Zhen's Farewell dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems only the blink of the eye and Shizhen is leaving for America. I met up the sixers for a mini farewell party for Zhen. It was only then did i realise how detached I was from my Nanyang life. I hadn't seen them for ages. Last time I saw Shizhen, Kailin and Stelli was June which was still quite recent but last time I saw Suyi was like... err... when I crashed VJC for like 10 minutes? Siew... wah... even further back... can't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL seems the only person without much change, Shizhen buffed up alot from her canoeing days, Suyi seems to dress up more, Siew became sooooo Tai- tai... with her sun dress and sunglasses. Hahaz! Stelli is more babellicious than ever. All of us were ogling at her figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Country Manna for dinner, the Chicken soup was fantastic, really should go back some day. We spent quite long in there and after dinner we went to shop around for outfits for the Nanyang 89 Retro night. In the end, i picked out this white polka dot dress that showed off Stelli's figure for her. You go girl! Haiz~ Got figure wear anything also nice lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning to do something for Zhen and send her off, can't imagine her half the globe away... just hope I won't cry when I send her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115487674768763952?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115487674768763952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115487674768763952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115487674768763952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115487674768763952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/08/shi-zhens-farewell-dinner-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115461025750113742</id><published>2006-08-03T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T06:04:17.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahhz... super long since i last blogged. About one month leh... i've reallie been a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loadsa stuff has happened since, got back all my JCT results which sucked big time... probably explains why I'm in SOOOO MANY remedial lessons that my lessons end uber late everyday. More trainings lately, probably why my ankles are aching like shit. I went to see the physiotherapist the other day, yeah... the same thingy hunghung wants to be, thought i still don't get why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the first one just wrote on the paper that it was muscle strain and gave me some retarded cream to apply which totally didn't work and gave me one week MC. And then i went back but this time another physio came and told grandmother stories and told me the pain was due to my flat foot (I NEVER KNEW MY FOOT WAS FLAT!) and asked me to get insoles and visit some dunno wad guy in BUKIT MERAH. Siao... so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh... there was also HC JTS which was kinda fun larh. Our seniors are a really fun batch larh... hope we can continue their spirit and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC09516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC09516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I designed a T shirt for our house too... though its kinda like waiting for approval... I think its kinda cool but its in some weird adobe illustrator format so I can't upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then there's the upcoming house function... I'm absolutely psyched! Wee! Planning a PARTY! What could be more fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like in charge of the decor and I'm totally going overboard but who cares... I'm gonna make it a blast and a party TJC hasn't seen before!!!!!! I was soooo excited about the design I spent the whole of econs inspecting the Container classroom's layout so I could use it and totally didn't hear a single thing Ho said. Wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops... gotta go back to my decor proposal:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115461025750113742?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115461025750113742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115461025750113742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115461025750113742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115461025750113742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/08/wahhz.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115234174819018613</id><published>2006-07-07T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:55:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do you think about when you hear the word "family"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For me... all I think about... is how "f*cked up" mine is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know... i love my house. Its so big and comfy and tranquil... but the only times I get to enjoy it is when nobody is at home. When ever my mum or my brother comes home... the whole dream cracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mum thinks i go out too much, have too much fun. I never heard of anything such as having too much fun. But wadever... does she even think why i stay out so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its because i don't want to face her. The only conversation we ever make seems to be quarreling or her nagging at me and I fight with her almost everyday. Not only me. My goddamned brother is also goddamned pissed of with her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it only OUR PROBLEM?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She expects me to do this, expects me to do that... just because she's given me a huge house and money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't think I've ever given her much problems... i never have problems with grades, I get into good schools, I don't mix with the wrong people or do things that are too wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why is she treating me like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can understand sometimes why she flares up at my brother... but does she have to push everything onto me when he just pisses off and storms away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in such a happy mood today. We had so much fun celebrating Zhi Tao's birthday yesterday and the minute I woke up... i hear them quarreling again. Apparently, she wants him to stay home or something so I can give him tuition. Whatever. So he's not free today... must she make such a big fuss out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hid in my bed trying not to get involved in the fight until she left for work and the rest of my morning was peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, she came back slightly after noon and started again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was intending to watch world cup tonight  and tomorrow night. Afterall... its FINALS! So I can't possibly have tuition with my bro on sunday morning. Can't she just understand that? I have given enought leaway. I said i was free on Friday afternoon and the whole of Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM NOT GOING TO GIVE IN ANYMORE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is not that important... i don't see why she doesn't understand the word "cancel!" Its not that hard. I don't understand why she has to upset everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just wish daddy will come home. At least things were better when he was here... at least I know i can talk to daddy without quarreling or having to hide in my room. But then suddenly, he's gone again and I feel so alone at home. Even when everyone's around... i feel the need to hide in some corner and be invisible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She said if I'm so unhappy i could just walk out. If i had the option and the finances to do so... i would... why else am I struggling so hard to go abroad... its because if I have to face this family any longer... I think I'll go insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or perhaps... I already am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115234174819018613?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115234174819018613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115234174819018613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115234174819018613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115234174819018613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-do-you-think-about-when-you-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115173584592708970</id><published>2006-06-30T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:37:26.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Woohoo! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JCTs are finally over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Think i didn't really put in much effort to study or mug and I think i totally screwed up Physics and chemistry. First time I was stunned by a math paper, I totally couldn't finish my econs essay and was knocked out by DRQ. Oh, and my General Paper essay was totally out of point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey... isn't that like... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL MY SUBJECTS?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, we celebrated as if we just finished our half a year of studying for O levels. Right after physics, we went home to change then me, xinhui, may, yulin, xiangting and wilson went to watch &lt;em&gt;Just my Luck&lt;/em&gt;. Me and xinhui were both late and the others had to go buy tickets for us first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The movie seriously rawks. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LURVE ALL LINDSAY LOHAN MOVIES!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was soooo... farnie and different. But yet an extremely good chick flick to release the exam stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After the movie we went to &lt;em&gt;Cafe Cartel&lt;/em&gt; for dinner and had the grilled chicken which tasted kinda weird. Aiwen said that the Cartel cakes were 50% after 9pm so I ordered a fudge cake. Oh my god... i almost fainted from bliss. But i felt to fat after that... it was like eating an entire block of chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went home and finished watching Episode 4 of Tokyo Juliet till like 2pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Next morning woke at like 9am and decided to skip breakfast out of last night's guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then i dressed up earlier so I could finally be on time to meet the same gang (minus yulin) for kboxing. Seriously... i don't know what happened... i was still late. But so was everyone else except xinhui since she came straight from her sph conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We decided to slowly shop walk to marina square and noticed alot of interesting sales and bargains on the way but had to control ourselves. Then we went to &lt;em&gt;Genki Sushi&lt;/em&gt; for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you realise that our EVERY meal has been at like restaurants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was only until we went into kbox that i realised i forgot to bring my 25% voucher and that was the reason we decided to go kboxing. But we enjoyed ourselves anyway. We sang really odd songs cause there was a wider english song selection there and we managed to sing 2hours more that supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;After that, we went shopping. &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE WAS HAVING SALES!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I bought two ultra cheap tanks from fourskins cause they were selling at a freakin' cheap price of 2 for $10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;We later went to some chinese restaurant for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am sooooo... totally broke now&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115173584592708970?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115173584592708970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115173584592708970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115173584592708970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115173584592708970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/06/woohoo-jcts-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115069175867655114</id><published>2006-06-18T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:35:59.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since we had a 6/11 outing, and this barbecue organized by Jia Min was kinda successful in a way, we saw appearances of some people who were MIA in the past few years like Shawn and Elaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again... that bond and feel of Chalet+Christmas+New Year 2005 was kinda gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07459.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07459.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Aiwen wanted to take a picture together but the guys started to scare her with the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07461.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07461.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe! Its gonna BURST!!!! [Jian Zhi and Miao Hua up to no good.]&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07463.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07463.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... the girls are still better. Diligently organizing the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Tao grabbing the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07469.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07469.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other guys not forgetting play as they start the fire. They claim they're damn pro now that we've had soooo many barbecues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Finally one decent photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Zhi showing off his Taekwando skills to the impressed Wenhui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely beach and sea breeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07495.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR FOOD!!!!! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad we do everytime we meet up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take photo together! Besties forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/grp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/grp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115069175867655114?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115069175867655114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115069175867655114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115069175867655114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115069175867655114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-been-long-time-since-we-had-611.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-115046741690421793</id><published>2006-06-16T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T19:31:16.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Think I'm going crazy with the shopaholism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Been shopping and shopping non- stop since... i don't know... my whole holiday has been about shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when i shop with Xinhui, we become a menace as if we're on a mission to finish every single cent on us. Talk about worst self control. We were supposed to study last thursday but she wanted to meet at parkway to have lunch. Like erm... its a shopping center full of temptations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... we spent two hours shopping, two hours eating and one hour studying. We went to Sakura to eat and seriously, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T EVER EAT AT PARKWAY SAKURA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for the teabreak buffet and were quite satisfied at first. There was this waiter who seemed like the manager and he was like super attentive and practically serving us only. Xinhui even thought he was kinda cute. Then we went to get the free flow drinks and saw a fridge with beer and alcoholic drinks in it so we asked a waitress if it was part of the buffet and she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later, Mr. super attentive kinda cute waiter came over and told us that we had to pay for the beer and we told him it was the waitress' mistake so he said... "&lt;em&gt;Oh! Its okay, you can have the beer.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we happily took the beer but he seemed to get into an argument with another manager. Five minutes later, the other manager a.k.a the guy with the blue tooth thing came over rather abruptly and said "&lt;em&gt;Can i take your beer away?&lt;/em&gt;" and he just took it. We were kinda pissed off that he was so rude that we just stormed out and swore never to go back again. Well... there's always sakae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, i went back to Muar, my mum's hometown. I wasn't planning to get much shopping out of a small town. Maybe some dvds... but oh boy was i surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's basically one main mall in Muar called &lt;strong&gt;"The store"&lt;/strong&gt;. Sounds stupid, but seriously, the shoe shops in there are screaming &lt;strong&gt;CHEAP!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; And this is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07458.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style: I must be "blinkblink" even when I'm casual flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07449.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style: Simple elegant 21st century woman wedge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07455.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style: Feminine- chic working girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate: 6.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07448.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style: Average town teenager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Actually i bought it cause i liked the hot pink colour]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate: 6.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07450.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style: Plain and conservative country girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate: 5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07456.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style: Tai- tai on shopping spree and going for high tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07453.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style: Laid- back weekend wedge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07457.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style: Retro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate: 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha! 8 FREAKIN' PAIRS OF SHOES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Other than shoes, i basically bought food and dvds only- scary movie 4, x-men, Da Vinci Code and Bench warmers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, not forgeting 'Devil beside you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/000143674.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/000143674.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show simply rawks! Mike He is sooooooooo cute!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i came back to Singapore, me and Xinhui decided to continue our shopping spree with May. We went to bugis on thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07445.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought this bag at some shop in EDGE. Its not exactly my style but it was selling for a freakin' $7!!!! Xinhui bought a similar one in purple but with some satin mini bag thingy in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07438.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy this white skirt selling for $15 but then i saw this tube also selling for $15 so i bought this first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07441.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of all, i bought Jolin's new album to play in our new cool CD player my uncle gave to us. Its part of carlsburg's world cup souveneirs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07440.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its like this on the outside... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC07439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC07439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! And opens up to become this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really weird that May couldn't find anything to buy... except the Mango Tango drink she wanted soooo much. Me and Xinhui are overwhelmed with stuff to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to bugis with Xinhui today for round two before going to Studio Wu open house with May. White skirt and 77th street jacket... HERE I COME!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-115046741690421793?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/115046741690421793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=115046741690421793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115046741690421793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/115046741690421793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/06/think-im-going-crazy-with-shopaholism.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114982084989475014</id><published>2006-06-08T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T19:41:02.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, me, Swee Huang, Ci Yuan and Wei Ming headed down to orchard road to conduct a survey and I suddenly realised something. The more beautiful you were, the more unapproachable you seem. I had no problems going up to teenagers halfway leaving their geek state, with clothes that tried to make a fashion statement but weren't quite there, or the aunties that simply didn't seem to know the "orchard road dress code", or simply the plain janes who if you didn't look carefully, seemed to blend into the surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime i wanted to approach a well dressed or even pretty person, i hesitated as if the person might turn around and bite me. Most of them time, i didn't even have the time to approach the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its as if theres a rule stating that all beautiful and well- dressed people have to walk at 200km/h. Why? Are they rushing off to let many more people see how beautiful they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this impression resulted from models, beautiful, cool, aloof and certainly strutting down the runway at lightning speed not letting you catch a second more of their beauty. Is that what people are trying to envision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think about it. When you doing bother to dress up and dress in a t- shirt and shorts, do you bother strutting chest out head high, or do you just slouch and stroll all you want? When you spent the last two hours mixing and matching clothes, putting on make up and doing your hair, don't you feel this certain breeze in your face the minute you step out the house? You are suddenly concious that people are staring, their watching, you know your beautiful, and you know others think you're beautiful and you are going to do anything that makes you even more beautiful. You strut around as if on a runway and appear cool and aloof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what models do don't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114982084989475014?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114982084989475014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114982084989475014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114982084989475014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114982084989475014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/06/yesterday-me-swee-huang-ci-yuan-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114932163052892827</id><published>2006-06-03T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T01:03:15.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never ever thought I'll be able to use the word &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt; to describe our class or anything related. But seriously... thursday was... surprisingly... enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We officially embarked on our 3rd CG 13/06 outing hoping it would screw up like the other 2 did. Okay... maybe you don't even recall the last two that existed. You know... the barbecue... that nobody really interacted much except the five of us who got seriously drunk. And then there was aquamarine which the guys insisted didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepz... so today... is Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda ironic to be going there after watching a whole night of &lt;em&gt;"Wonderful Life"&lt;/em&gt; which was shot there. Anyways, I was really stupid cause i rushed down there thinking I was late at 12.15 only to find out from May she gave me the wrong time and we were actually meeting at 1.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So attendence for 3rd CG 13/06 outing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, May, Yulin, Derrick, Wei Ming, Song Xi and Yenyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2813305690087204416bjGJlp_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2813305690087204416bjGJlp_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! 3 of us wore the shoe we bought together for orientation. Guess which one is whos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to have lunch which seemed more of a breakfast, something like Yakun. But I think Yakun is still nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we boarded the bus to Sentosa and headed to Palawan beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2015999640086074302YeGEEu_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2015999640086074302YeGEEu_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of us at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the minute we stepped off the bus the guys' eyes widened, right in front of us was a group of... bikini... I won't say babes... bikini cladded girls. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks to their kind invitation, we spent the whole afternoon playing volleyball with the three bikini "babes" and some guy. Odd group huh? They guys totally buay song that guy... maybe like they say he has that bhb attitude... or maybe their just jealous he's surrounded by bikini babes while the three of us... lets just say the idea of us strolling around in front of them in a skimpy bikini was just not gonna happen. Yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how the bhb guy counted the scores but everytime we didn't pay attention the scores seemed to go back to a tie or they would be ahead when it was soooooo obvious we were trashing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2275928780086074302qgLVbg_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2275928780086074302qgLVbg_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean we have Song Xi -- Mr. Captain of Chung Cheng Volleyball, Yenyang -- Mr. CCCC aka Chung Cheng school player, Derrick -- Mr. no experience who occasionally still can make some good saves, and of course... me... who best don't touch the ball. But still, we were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we won... duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2086937280086074302rrkvHJ_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2086937280086074302rrkvHJ_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2954197090086074302bFHkww_ph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2954197090086074302bFHkww_ph.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Our trademark I believe I can fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me, May, Yu Lin and Wei Ming (Who has a tendency to use his feet to play vollyball) went under the shade to slack and play cards while the other guys continued to battle the Mr. bhb and his only chick left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a whole group of indians came over and decided to challenge them. I'm not being racist here okay... but you know what they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Lets play a game, india vs china."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!??! CHINA?!?!?!??!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they really played weird. They would put their hands together as if in prayer and hit the ball back. And guess what? INDIA WON! I mean... they don't even know the proper way to hit a volleyball back and they can win Songxi+Yenyang+Derrick+Mr bhb+Mr bhb's chick. I mean... that's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2173373320086074302oNKOwv_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2173373320086074302oNKOwv_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally... its time to get WET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2504553510086074302LFUusC_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2504553510086074302LFUusC_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys trying out our HC camp PT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2714092650086074302AlqsKI_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2714092650086074302AlqsKI_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice group photo! Playing Water monkey in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2886550150086074302DEJaml_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2886550150086074302DEJaml_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun, but the sun was setting and we packed up and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2499635810086074302gfjkCp_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2499635810086074302gfjkCp_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye SENTOSA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songxi and Weiming had to leave first cause they stayed further. So... it was back the the five drunks that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning from experience, we abstained from alcohol. Don't want stupid stuff happening again right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to some cheena restaurant to have dinner, kinda weird though. It was quite nice, but we ordered too much food and started playing "The Ultimate Number" to clear up the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2979373260087204416IAspJz_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2979373260087204416IAspJz_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick pleading with us to let him off the green onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad! YOU HAVE TO FINISH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/2980366400087204416XidfXR_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/2980366400087204416XidfXR_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yulin expressionlessly drinking her water after finishing her bowl of onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleared up the food and went down to Macs to chat which turned out to become truth and dare, but Derrick didn't dare to go over to Red 2 and ask the auntie the price of the miniskirt so we changed the game to "Shoot, Shag and Marry" For the benefit of those who don't know the game, you pick three people and let the person choose one to shoot, shag and marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad... we swore to secrecy and can't reveal the contents of our game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114932163052892827?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114932163052892827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114932163052892827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114932163052892827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114932163052892827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-never-ever-thought-ill-be-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114874141762987259</id><published>2006-05-27T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T07:50:17.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!alpha rawks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titans and Sports carn officially kicked off today.&lt;/strong&gt; I originally wanted to down and support soccer finals but in the end i was too busy helping out with SC investiture and titans that i didn't have time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kinda sad they lost. Heard it was kinda foul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Titans really shocked me today, i really witnessed the will power of these athletes that wowed me. I was one of the water stations so me, Hafiz and Anh took some glucose water to somewhere near chai chee sec and to cheer them on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quite soon after we arrived, we saw Rabu and Yong Qi racing each other back. They were like super super fast lah! Soon after we saw a few more other houses people followed by Jon, Wilson, Ben and the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Three cheers for Yong Qi who came in second, Jon, Wilson and Ben who were 5th, 6th and 7th, Ying Huan who was the 2nd girl and all alpha titans who completed the 5km run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then we had the other stations. First was squat thrust which was most number you could do in three minutes or something like that. Really hard but they did really well. Then there was also the sit- ups. Jon was really upset then cause he did alot but there were loadsa no counts. &lt;strong&gt;Special mentions to Hui Ru who did a whooping 98 sit- ups!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; That's like really shocking for a girl. I helped her press down her feet and timed her and she just pressed on throughout. I felt as if i was doing the 98 with her and cheered her on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Next was shuttle run where they had to run to and fro for like 800m. Yenliang who subed Jia Yi, Yong Qi and Ben Lau were super fast, chionged all the way. Wilson ran the whole thing with this stupid hairband thing but was still super fast. And we all ran back with the last runner, i was a super team spirit moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lastly was pull- ups and chin- ups. We heard that delta guys did an average of three or four for pull ups but other than one guy who did one, other mostly did more than ten and a few up to like twenty or something. We all counted for them and went like " Uuuuuupppppp!" The girls rawked too! They did super alot of chin- ups. Especially cheryl, she did like... err... 35 or more. Can't remember. Peiwen was super pissed of cause she did alot already then they said her thumbs were in so it was no counts. Anyway, they were super impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sports carn activities started early in the morning with the 290 run ended and all. Went for Hip hop in the morning. Quite interesting, but i daresay... i SUCKED! Then i quickly ran off to play captains ball as there weren't enough subs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was really interesting cause our team was somewhat anyhow throw in and we didn't really know each other. It was me, Kenneth (The kesleen's ex who went after Xiangting), Chaw Meng (Pulled in by Kenneth), Song Xi (Pulled by me) Lynn and Seline (Who were just there at that time.) Surprisingly... we were rather good. Maybe cause Song Xi's really tall, Kenneth's a vball player and Chaw Meng's a bballer. We totally thrashed everyone else throughout round robin until Song Xi pangsehed us to go for badminton finals. Then Aloysius took over and we weren't so good cause he's not tall enough... but still good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THen we got into semis where jon took over aloysius and we won the other team by a little. But still... &lt;strong&gt;WE GOT INTO FINALS!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha... our lao pok rojak team! Can you believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, cabbed down with nat and her friends to badminton finals. Lost like shit. And then bussed back for titans. They did logging today and seriously... it was horrendously cruel. Even for supporters. They had to do log lifts where they lift it over their head left and right, Sit up with logs on their stomachs, lie down and push up the logs, Squat with the log on one shoulder and curl their biceps with the log on it. We did fairly well and we even doubled last years record with our squats. A cool 948!!!!! Beta was shockingly strong today and beat us by a little on overall. I still can't figure out how they did the 700+ situps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, everyone's really nervous about the final day... where our fate will be decided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last day of sports carn. Day was kicked off with a retarded rapping competition where almost everyone except Guoping and Alvin impromptued. Then we went off to play foosball. My team consisting of Aloy, Ben Lau, Yen Liang, me and Anh lost. Our competitor was super strong larh! However, Yulin, Hui Qi, Aloy, Kenneth and Chaw Meng's team went all the way to semis and lost. Then I went for salsa but I was sooooo tired from standing under the sun i just sat it out with Xiangting and we lay down and slept in the hall. Also played badminton Cher and Alvin. Alvin was surprisingly good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wanted to go for lunch later but we couldn't go out and canteen had no more food so i settled for a sandwich. So pathetic right? Then, rushed off to sub in soft tennis. Our team was quite pro cause we had Benjamin from squash, and this other guy, Yen Liang was good too (He's like good in everything) and we had SC amelia and Niying from bball. We went into semi's without me even playing. Haha! Then, me and Niying played women doubles in semis and won narrowly, but then i rushed off for capt ball finals (continue from yesterday) and they lost overall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I almost freaked out when they called for us to gather and all the people weren't there. After a while, Seline and Lynn appeared but Kenneth and Chaw Meng and the Joshua guy who was subing Jon (who was in titans) was nowhere to be found. I called kenneth like five times or something and his friend shu said he probably fainted in the toilet or something before he finally appeared. Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, we played against Shaik's team with pro peeps like Ash, imran, Khairul and two other girls and we tied with them by the end of the game and had a three minute extention. The guys almost fought cause Khairul and imran were rather rough and Chaw Meng kept dribbling the ball. (Always the problem with basketballers playing capt ball) But anway, by the end of the game, the guys were super pissed off. It was a close fight so I didn't really know who won so I turned and asked kenneth. " Hey... who won?" He replied "What do you think?" in an ultra angry tone i thought we lost. Then i asked Lynn too and she said she thinks we lost too so I was super upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later, I walked past the street soccer court and met Derrick and Weiming. Apparently they won street soccer then i told them we lost capt's ball. But derrick said "But Chaw Meng told us you all won?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Huh? What the hell? Then I asked him more and he refused to tell me. Stupid Derrick! Anyways... rushed down to support titans. Super busy that day lah! They just finished their 7km run and i heard that Jon fainted. He was super sad when i saw him, felt kinda bad but I went back to help out for their log throw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They did alot, broke record again! But cause they dropped the log they had same count as gamma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last event was log relay where they had to carry the log and run across the field. We were leading at first but they slowed down when wilson fell halfway running. He was really sad and almost all of them started crying... we thought we lost to gamma for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Alpha spirit was really low before they announced results as if we had lost for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then prize presentation started. I led the captain's ball team to recieve our prize and got a shock when the presenter passed me a gold cup instead of a silver one. I was like... eh? Didn't we get second? Wahahaha! And we had a whole basket of food too!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then, they announced the top ten titans and individual winners and finally top two houses for titans. When they announced that gamma was 2nd, everyone was super shocked. Even the gamma people. We were like... " Oh no! So its either us or Beta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then... they announced Alpha and we all screamed for joy, hugged each other and cried. I have never felt so elated, it was like all our hard work really paid off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of course... we won sports carnival as well. Its truely an alpha year. We won every single event thing year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALPHA RAWKS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114874141762987259?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114874141762987259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114874141762987259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114874141762987259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114874141762987259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/05/alpha-rawksalpha-rawksalpha-rawksalpha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114827641436155651</id><published>2006-05-21T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:57:42.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;HC camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whoo hoo! Finally back from HC camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i must say... despite the non- stop PT, the scolding from ICs, the mental torture, and much confusion when we should address our seniors formally as ICs and when we can joke about with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HC camp rawked!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; ALPHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the alpha seniors are really the coolest. You can see their really super bonded, much more than the other house comittees. Hopefully we'll soon be like them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HC camp- day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp officially started when we reported at 4pm on friday. Alpha was late as we gathered under LT1 first and were waiting for each other. Then, the seniors started to pump us and check if we brought any extra stuff. Jin jie even scolded me for tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. That... was the start of hell we went through. We held at pumping positions for rather long and when each house took turns to put our stuff in dance studio we continued in pumping positions. Initially, i thought all of us had to hold at the standard pumping position, so i did. In the end, i saw all other girls at girls pumping positions and i changed. Seriously... it was worse! Girls pumping position involved kneeling with palms down on the rough track and it was SOOOOO painful!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we were given free time to start planning some activities like games and the performence we had to carry out during the camp. We also talked to our seniors. After that we could leave for dance concert with out own friends. Me, Wilson and Jon left the team to go join Caroline, Xinhui Xiangting for dinner since our tickets were with them. May couldn't make it in time. We met Beverlin, one of our alpha seniors on the train. Think she thought i was kinda weird since i was leaving with the two guys... she was like... " Err... so... whats the connection?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... then I pointed to Wilson and said... " HIs somebody is my good friend." Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance concert seriously rawked&lt;/strong&gt;, especially our alpha senior Yinghuan. I always knew she was a good dancer... but seriously... that nite... she rawked. The whole concert was definitely worth much more than $16 bucks. But i personally felt SA dance was not as good as their were known to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, we reported outside the theatre and started out big walk from &lt;strong&gt;KALLANG BACK TO TJC!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Ironically, after we walked about a few minutes, we came across the banner indicating the position of the real big walk which was on sunday. Seriously, it was really VERY VERY VERY FAR! We had one hour to get back which was kinda impossible but still we pushed on and brisk walked or jogged the way. Alpha was assigned to walk through Geylang and that was the weirdest part of the walk. All of us were dressed in black and denim while the seniors were in camp tee so we looked like one whole gang charging to a fight. Then on the way, we walked past the alleys with the huge boob women sitting and waiting and the lecherous uncles staring around. Eeew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were kinda dissappointed thought that none of them were approached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and a few other guys were really nice to offer to help us carry our stuff and stopped cars on roads or held branches that blocked the roads. Other girls like Amanda and Anh also constantly offered us water. We wanted to run on the way but Kamun started hyperventilating. I was kinda scared when that happened and thought of what May told me about SC camp and wondered if we were gonna start falling out like that one by one. Luckily, Kamun recovered after a while and continued. We took approximately 1 hour and 20 minutes to walk back. Woohoo! We were second behind Beta. Thanks to all seniors like Yong Qi, Yenliang, Jon Lim, Ben Lau, Adilah and many more who jogged with us and pushed us to go on. And cheers for Natalia who ran back first despite her knee injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think Arvin and the whole Beta house com's kinda insane. They made the whole Beta house com run dunno how many rounds around the track after they came back from the walk while the whole Alpha including the seniors just lay down on the track and star gazed. Talk about contrast man! Then we did a really nice reflection session on today's walk. After that, we went to bath where we got to know the whole Beta house com girls. Haha! Toilet bonding. Of course, I only didn't know one girl. After that, we went to sleep. I couldn't sleep the whole night even though i was very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we woke at five plus. Amanda woke us early cause she couldn't sleep whole night. Haha! Anyway, we realised we were super early and could have slept like half an hour more. Then, we started morning PT. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;THAT WAS REALLY SHIT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We assembled on the track and ran half a round to the right D area and did jumping jacks for the names of all Alpha people (eg. Jennifer-J-E-N-N-I-F-E-R-Jennifer) and got pumped for other stupid stuff like captains not standing at the head of the house. Then we ran to the left D area and did 30 pumpings and sit ups. THen we ran back to the right D area to do gamma and beta jumping jacks then we ran to the left D area to do something like a combination of pumpings and starjumps. Then we did for delta and it was over. I almost died there. Seriously, it was very very tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had house breakfast. The seniors pretended they didn't want to eat but wanted us to serve them really. So we took break and spread and did for them. After that, we started our Amazing race which was held at Orchard. Initially, it was rather alright but we realised we brought one bottle of water instead of three and we dying because we were running without water. Finally, we came to a seven eleven and bought water. Think we were kinda slow cause of that. We walked all the way from Orchard to Great world city where our Amazing race ended and we went back to school. We did more pumpings after that cause we were slow. We almost died then cause the track was so hot and they kept recounting when someone among the 60 of us didn't do properly. Yanning was so pissed of she almost cried and I could see that some of the guys like Wilson beside me was hardly holding on. It was really so depressing seeing the whole team slowly falling out as they couldn't hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were given free time to plan a game to be held for other houses on sunday and a performence for that night's barbecue. The game was rather fast as we already decided to do something like Hockey and golf. The players had to be blindfolded and get the ball in. The performence was the really hard part. All of us had different ideas on what to do. And we still had to get food for that night's barbecue. In the end we split up. Most of the guys went to get the food as they were stronger and could carry more while the girls + lihao (games IC) stayed back to decide on the performence and write the games proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the barbecue started, it was really the one of the funnest parts of the camp. There wasn't alot of food so most of us didn't eat alot, think most people were more interested in the programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin and Tiffany kicked of the night by emceeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamma started off with "Battle of Superheroes" where two girls are playing their playstation and summon their superheroes to battle like superman, ultraman, spiderman and of course... THE POWERPUFF GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was our turn. Haha! Think ours was the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Reenacting... Romeo and Juliet... modern version 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course... since our Romeo's not in house com... and our Juliet was stolen by beta... we had to change everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo's mum (Nat) and Juliet's mum (Amanda) are complaining to each other that their sons and daughters won't want to take over their stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Haha! Two of them super hyper and impromptu. They kept practicing and practicing their parts cause they enjoyed it sooooo much.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet's mum: I tell you are... my Juliet hor... pretty, sexy... got nice butt... got alot of guys going after her one. Your romeo leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo's mum: My romeo... of course... MACHO larh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet's mum: eh... why don't your romeo... and my juliet... you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo's mum: Yar... then we can combine stalls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Two of them super auntie larh! So farnie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet's mum: JULIET ARH!!!! JULIET! Where are you!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo's mum: ROMEO!! Come here. I want to intro you to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet (Played by... none other than... ME! Sorry... forced into it.) and Romeo (Who else other than Mr. Six pack!) enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet: What mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet's mum: Come! Meet romeo. See... he so handsome and suave. And... MACHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo's mum: yar romeo. See... this is juliet... Okay... we gotta go...you two go par toh okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums run off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet and romeo: Err... Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walks one round around pretending to be shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo hits Juliet on the arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: Eh juliet! I got something to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet: Oww! Pain leh. I also got something to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet hits Romeo back on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: Wah! Oww... brokeback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yenyang enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yenyang: Wa... i also brokeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of them gaying while Juliet stared in confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo turns back to juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: Juliet... i got something to tell you. Actually... i'm called Romeo. THat you know. But i'm also Romeo... a.k.a.... Colin. This is my boyfriend (Pulls yenyang) Kero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet stares in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet: What? How can you do this to me? But... but... I... I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cries and run off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin and Kero gays off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo's mum: I wonder how their date is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet's mum: Yar.... oh wait... look... singapore idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both point to a distance away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Laoya Idol commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihao is a singapore idol judge. Kamun is a contestant chasing after him singing "doncha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihao runs up the stairs to get away from Kamun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihao: FInally... no more singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anh and Yanning appears singing "You're beautiful. Super out of tune"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIhao pushes them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lihao starts singing "accidentally in love" and kills others with his singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of singapore idol commercial. Next commercial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson and Martin are in the "Toilet" peeing. Rishik enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson and Martin are talking when they look over and seeing rishik's _______&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson and martin: Wa! So... nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson: Bet my girlfriend will love me more if i had that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin: Wah... Singapore cannot find one leh... only in eUROPE... eh where you get one...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rishik rolls eyes and walks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin: Eh... don't go leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin/Wilson: I also wanna get that pair of... nice shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums appear and push them off stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet: How? My romeo... is GAY! He doesn't love me... I think... I'll just... kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takes out knife and slits wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies on floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: Oh Juliet! What happened? Why did you commit suicide? Why so silly... you don't have to do that just because I"m with Kero! And I think... I think... I... I'm straight again. and I'm in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo takes out bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: Love is great. I shall die with you. This is poison. Juliet... wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROmeo drinks poison and lies on the floor almost dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet wakes up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet: Eh! Romeo? WHy are you here? And what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROmeo: I... I... swallowed poison... I... I... thought you were dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet: Huh? I play only larh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo: wHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo dies. Kero runs in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kero: Colin! Colin dear dear... why you die? But never mind... I think I'm straight again. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kero looks at Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kero: Since... your available now... wanna date me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet and kero runs off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Super hilarious rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we cleaned up and had nite PT. If started off with games like blindfold and finding your partner, then blinfold one and get your partner across to you picking up an item on the way. My partner was Brian from gamma. Haha... we rawked. We were first to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played the stand on a bench and arrange yourself in order of something without talking. Lastly, was the _hands_legs_stomach etc on the groundsheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad... the fun part was short and we went on to have night PT in individual houses. We ran around the track as one faster and faster, then we did incline... almost died there. Then we did wheelbarrow which was even worse after incline and with your hands burnt from pumpings. Then we ran a one more round with rishik carrying Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard, but we made it through. THen we bathed and had reflections by having everyone write possitive and negative stuff about each other and seniors reading it out. I think i sorta know all my negative stuff already. POsitive is I'm quite iniative, have loadsa crazy ideas quite vocal. Bad is a mix with my gang only and I'm kinda insensitive, using words that are too harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to sleep. I slept a little more that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Next morning we did a bit of running and pumping for PT then we ran to ECP. It felt long but after a while, I realised it was quite short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had sea PT where we had to run in water, do pumpings in water, sit up, and star jump. Then, PT for the whole camp was officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast before playing each other's games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During delta's frisbee game, it started off quite well but guys had to pass to girls and girls to guys so when Jon had the frisbee, i ran up to catch it he threw before i stopped and it hit me right in my nose. i just froze there and thought my nose will break or bleed or something like Yingxiu's. Thankfully it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we lost... duh! But our seniors treated us to ice cream and we sang and cheered while we walked back while beta ran... Umm... contrast again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we cleaned up and camp finally ended. Then whole alpha went for lunch at macs... sponsored by HC. Then we talked and got to know our seniors better. THink Adilah's really cute. Haha. She wanted to keep her curly fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah... HC camp was super fun. Elections are tomorrow. Hope i get Vice non- sports like i want. But then again... Martin's a really strong competitor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114827641436155651?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114827641436155651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114827641436155651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114827641436155651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114827641436155651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/05/hc-camp-whoo-hoo-finally-back-from-hc.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114753660258529372</id><published>2006-05-13T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T09:10:04.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;POSEIDON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/poseidon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/poseidon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Definition: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The god of water, earthquake and horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My definition: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A very very very good movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/Poseidon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/Poseidon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie super rawks and i seriously recomend everyone to go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/060512_pos_windows_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="155" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/060512_pos_windows_01.jpg" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... yeah... went to catch the movie yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were totally deciding to go K box after our insufficient cheat money session the other time until Xiangting pulled us off to watch Poseidon with her. &lt;strong&gt;Not without ulterior motives of course.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02572.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02572.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, what else can we do? We're such nice friends eagar to offer some help. God knows they need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, even though it was kinda weird when Xiangting wasn't here yet and me, May and Wilson were hanging around... I think it was okay. We shall sacrifice for the sake of friends' happiness. Joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got bored and started playing around in the food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02571.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02571.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiangting slowly chewing on her food. She was soooooo.... super slow. And she left a bit unfinished for each item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02573.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02573.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson trying to pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think we all agree he looks better looking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02576.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02576.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and May. Being extremely "bright" today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02579.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May again... wonder who she's messaging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to get Poh Xiangting to practice smiling. Yes... we taught her how to smile. Because she usually smiles... somewhat like a mad woman. Well... results speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02580.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02581.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... so much prettier. Haha! All thanks to me... this good shifu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we're on expressions... lets try some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02593.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;喜&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay... back to the mad woman smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02594.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;怒&lt;/strong&gt;. Kinda constipated yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02596.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;哀&lt;/strong&gt;. She just can't be sad can she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02597.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;乐&lt;/strong&gt;. Kaez... same as first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02585.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02585.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hahaha! None left to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02586.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yay! Four of us. May kinda cut out though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02598.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Met up with Yingxiu and a few others later cause they had to buy some stuff for investiture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies gone mad in Spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02599.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1: Poh Xiang Ting broadway style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02600.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: Attitude Yingxiu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02601.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02601.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3: Mad Madame butterflies.-_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02603.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4: Hmmm... half lady gone mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02604.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 5: And this time he goes down memory lane back to childhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02606.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ｐａｒｔ　６：Take a break... have some gossip. Me and Xiangting sat down in some corner of spotlight and chitchatted until all the others went missing．　Ｔｈｅｎ　ｗｅ　ｍｅｔ　吴老师ａｎｄ　ｈｉｓ　ｆａｍｉｌｙ　ｏｎ　ｔｈｅ　ｗａｙ．　Ｈｏｗ　ｉｎｔｅｒｅｓｔｉｎｇ．&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02607.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02607.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ｐａｒｔ　７：Ｔｈｅｒｅ　ｓｈｅ　ｇｏｅｓ．．．　ｔｈｅｒｅ　ｓｈｅ　ｇｏｅｓ　ａｇａｉｎ．．．&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ｈａｈａ！　Ｃｒａｚｙ　ｄａｙ　ｅｈ？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114753660258529372?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114753660258529372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114753660258529372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114753660258529372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114753660258529372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/05/poseidon-definition-god-of-water.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114683614321268773</id><published>2006-05-05T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T06:35:43.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HC nomination period is almost over and we have seriously done quite alot of stuff. The new gorgeous Alpha house board, the sign- up sheets for sports carnival and not to mention spending &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THREE WHOLE HOURS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sorting out the names because don't know which retard forgot to put the CG space on the form... and intros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Will I get in on monday... well... lets wait and see... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't really know why I'm so calm, others seem quite nervous, I'm like kinda in tranquil. Perhaps I'm confident, perhaps I don't really care, perhaps I've learnt to take things as they come. Seriously, i don't know... I'm starting to question myself... what the hell am I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recently alot has happened to our family. Its like one crisis after another. First was that cousin I don't really know who died of heart attack, then his brother who almost died in a motorcycle crash. I remember seeing aunt last last new year and remembering the sorrowful look on her face during chinese new year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then... i thought... how will I feel if my close kins died too? That happened the next year... to third uncle... some people... you think they'll always be there... and suddenly... they're gone. I can still vividly remember last december. The first time I stepped into a temple to pay respects to the dead. It was more of shock to see his face on the photo, I mean... you see it on TV, you see other people's kin... but i see a relative of yours up there... someone you remember was just by your side a while ago...It was painful... a new experience, but I suppose even though he'll always live in our hearts, we all learnt to let time wash and fade memories until only the deepest ones remain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I heard even the uncle i always see during chinese new year each year passed away too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then, recently, my maternal side aunt was struck with cancer. Seriously, i can't stand my family members. Is it because I'm young, or because of studies? Is that an excuse for keeping things from my and just flying off when things crop up? That last time I almost freaked out when every one flew back to kuching during the midst of my O levels. It was like... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poof!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This time, mum suddenly told me on thursday night she was going to Penang on friday. I mean... such a huge thing and you tell me now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And just a while ago, a called dad. Its seems something big is happening back in kuching. A mad man has been attacking the shop almost everyday. Ah yao gor gor even broke his finger in a fight with him. I mean... he brings like hammers and all sorts of weapons. Apparently he hallucinates himself as the owner of the shop and they were fighting for the ownership or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But now that Ah yao gor gor is injured (He's like the strongest and biggest size of them all) and the Malaysian police are effectively &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INCOMPETENT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Must they always wait till someone's dead to do something?), dad has decided to take it upon his own hands to catch the madman. I mean... he's hurting people, and incuring loads of damages... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I'm really worried... what if daddy gets injured? I don't want the same thing to happen like third uncle. He thought it was okay... and then he got shot. I don't want that to happen to dad. What if the madman produces a knife and stabs him or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOSH!!!!! Think I'm gonna have nightmares again! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114683614321268773?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114683614321268773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114683614321268773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114683614321268773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114683614321268773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/05/hc-nomination-period-is-almost-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114637676774717137</id><published>2006-04-29T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:59:27.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My birthday and HC nominations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Another series of events that made my life super uber hectic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... last sunday, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;me, Wenhui, Aiwen and Qiqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finally went out to celebrate my birthday as according to our usual custom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02556.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenhui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02557.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiqi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02558.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiwen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three gorgeous &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besties...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;TCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for dinner. It was delicious, though the portions were a tad small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the entire evening talking and catching up with each other. That's what I love about us, seven years of being best friends and we still have loads to talk about. Somehow we can not see each other for a super long time and still click as if we were one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from aiwen... wait... or was it qiqi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"All thanks to JYPS' macdonalds table of four. No one else could cut in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our usual frenzy of taking photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02560.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Aiwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02561.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qi and Wenhui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02562.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wenhui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02569.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02569.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02569.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Me and Qi. Look at the contrast in our clothes!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02568.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02568.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And of course... not to forget the pretty birthday gift... a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONVERSE BAG!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of course, another major event this week was the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;HC nominations&lt;/span&gt;. Tuesday was the last day for handing in the forms and seriously, there were many surprises. People whom we thought would run didn't, people whom we didn't think would did. We were super worried that the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;alpha&lt;/span&gt; competition would be fierce because we estimated about 30 people to run, in the end, there was only 23 and after a few who pulled out, 19 were left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i was quite glad I already knew most of the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;alpha nominees&lt;/span&gt; and we bonded rather fast. Instead of treating each other as rivals, i felt we sincerely wanted all of us to become the next &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;alpha house committee.&lt;/span&gt; We even had loadsa fun doing our first assignment. Re- designing the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;alpha house board.&lt;/span&gt; Its gorgeous isn't it?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really say I'm nervous about Wednesday's introduction... just kinda lost about what to do... but anyway... just wait and see... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114637676774717137?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114637676774717137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114637676774717137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114637676774717137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114637676774717137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-birthday-and-hc-nominations-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114569334274021722</id><published>2006-04-22T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T03:55:23.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sports Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whoo hoo!&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Alpha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; absolutely rawks man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02533.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02533.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All the houses lining up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02537.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02537.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;House captains and Track captains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha runners really did well this time. We were among top 3 for almost every single event. Even though so, i felt the ocassion was a little too quiet. There was hardly any cheering until the end when we were tying with Gamma for house championships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl obviously noticed this fact so he kept starting cheers, but all at the wrong time. I think not only us, even the house committee were super irritated with him. He even stood in front with them acting as if he was already part of the house com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Think the best part was when he wanted to start a cheer and Ben tay shushed him and said... "leave it to us". Wahaha! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn zai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But the best part of the whole sports day if the cheerleading competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alpha cheerleading RAWKED!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02544.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02544.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They really practised really hard. And seriously, I felt they were the best. Just that the costume sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alpha cheerleading video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vid15.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=" width="352" height="308" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or Visit &lt;a href="&lt;a" current="MOV02545.flv"&gt;http://s15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/?action=view¤t=MOV02545.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta&lt;/strong&gt; was good too! Just that like us, they had horrible costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02547.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02547.1.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then there was &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Gamma &lt;/span&gt;who had both the moves and the costumes. No wonder they won cheerleading championships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02554.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Delta's&lt;/span&gt; cheerleading however was a bit of a disappointment. Everyone expected a high standard from them seeing that they were last years champions and Raimi actually carried out all their practices in secret. In the end, the beginning was nice but the stunts were unstable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But the best thing of all... was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ALPHA WINNING SPORT DAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Woohoo!!!!! Alpha rawks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02547.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114569334274021722?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114569334274021722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114569334274021722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114569334274021722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114569334274021722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/sports-day-whoo-hoo-alpha-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535864436625513</id><published>2006-04-18T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T04:10:45.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02489.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02490.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I find it absolutely interesting how someone can suddenly drop from&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That happened to me in just a mere few days... and suddenly, i feel all the joy i experienced the past few weeks swept out of me. I think many people already knew what happened, &lt;strong&gt;I did NOT get into SC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But that wasn't the upsetting fact. If i had lost it fair and square i would probably have fault it on my lack of popularity or such, but because of that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FREAKIN' WOMAN&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ONE FREAKIN' INCIDENT&lt;/span&gt;! All the hard work i put in for the past three weeks were just flushed down the drain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I lost the SC elections BECAUSE... the teachers decided to not let me in because &lt;strong&gt;MS HO filed a report and complained to the entire school admin that i missed one of her lessons. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To think Xiangting and Xinhui still regards her as a nice teacher. I think she's a hypocrite. Does she realise what she's doing screws up my entire life. Perhaps she doesn't have a social life, that is understandable seeing as to how she's always going for lunch alone and doesn't seem to have much friends around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT I'M DIFFERENT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need my friends, I need my social life, I need my place in SC. Goddamnit! I almost couldave gotta &lt;strong&gt;HOUSE CAPTAIN!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was so pissed and so upset the whole of yesterday i just seemed to cry and cry. Thank god daddy was at home and after he talked to me, i realise that perhaps it wasn't the end of the world. Okay... of course its not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He made me realise my whole aim for going to JC was to head on to my dream universities Stanford and UCLA which i wouldn't get in with like Bs and Cs. So, even though i don't think its very possible, I'm gonna try &lt;strong&gt;SUPER HARD to MUG&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still... thanks to all who voted for me, supported me and helped somehow or other in my campaign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though i'm still super upset, i must admit that before monday, my whole weekend was extremely enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday we finally held one CG13 bbq. There wasn't full turnout, but it was quite successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me, May, Xinhui, Xiangting and Waikit went to delifrance for lunch after mass dance. Then, May came to my house to watch &lt;strong&gt;[bring it on]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02482.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yulin brought the others here too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;At about six plus, others started to stream in. Even people no longer in CG 13 came back like Simin and Felicia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The guys took like one hour to start the fire... so lousy right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But well... they finally got it going...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02487.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02487.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02487.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02487.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02487.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02487.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/1600/DSC02487.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hardworking Hero cooking for us while we slack.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02488.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;See what the other guys are doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the girls too (Plus yenyang larh!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Posing for pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We were getting bored after dinner so we decided to go to seven eleven to get some "drinks". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think we must have been mad to have bought a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WHOLE bottle of pure vodka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We sneaked up to the roof top terrace to drink but in the end only Me, Yulin, Derrick and Yen Yang were drinking. The others except May soon left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was really fun cause it was the first time I really got to know Derrick and Yen Yang. They started drinking more and started spilling, doing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt; stuff which i swore to secrecy. But anyway, even though you guys totally lost your cool that night, I think it was way better than those who were unsporting. And really thanks for finishing the drinks for us. If i drank as much as you guys, i would have done something stupid like jumping off the roof. MAYBE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday i met up with the six eleven peepz for a sentosa trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I first met Qi, Weeshuin and Jelvin at Tampines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seriously, all of them were mugging! Even on the train. I felt soooo... guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then we met up with the rest like Wenhui, Changting (long time no see girl!), Jason and Miao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On our way to Sentosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/R0011597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me and Qi got wet immediately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3922/1811/320/DSC02522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;We were bored so we started playing lame games like the frog game and they actually ganged up to dunk me in the sea to celebrate my upcoming birthday! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&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/18494189-114535864436625513?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535864436625513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535864436625513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535864436625513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535864436625513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-find-it-absolutely-interesting-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535428782691117</id><published>2006-04-18T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:58:53.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah... this week i would say is really exciting. Loadsa things happened. Elections ended,there was May and Xinhui's birthday... and then there was the long awaited Mardi Gras. In all, despite the morning assembly that continues, the scolding for no reason by the seniors, the horrendous Mass dance test and the boring school life and tests... this week was a blast. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First of all, we went to support the soccer guys at TPJC on monday. They were playing against SAJC and even though the result was quite obvious from the start, we went anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think i'm starting to get the Xinhui habit of taking cab everywhere. Seriously, i think i took like four of five times of cab this week. Me, Yulin, May and Seodar took cab to TPJC. The first half was absolutely boring, TJC soccer team totally had no spirit. During half time, Mr. Tong scolded them so badly we didn't even dare to cheer but after that and with the changing of players, it was so much better. They were even better than SA in the second half but didn't manage to score at all. Too bad. Ben Tay, Clement, Ronald and the no. 10 was really quite good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also saw peepz like Wee shuin, Jelvin, Jon Quek and Joshua Branson at TP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then on tuesday was May's birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2543309600086074302okiOek_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We bought a chocolate cake for her and gave her this blue halter and underwear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2429116840086074302HMpQrT_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was happy cause first time so many people celebrate birthday for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2133238680086074302FAjkRx_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Almost the whole class celebrated for her. Think it was quite nice and unexpected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2872227500086074302NxRrvu_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz! Aloysius, with our strong prompting gave May a super nice billabong wallet. Actually we only told him she wants a billabong wallet, but he actually knew which one she liked the most. And because of this, the whole class including the second intakers now know about dear aloy and may.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2208029370086074302phXJHO_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May came to which May happy birthday too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2735607960086074302LJnipQ_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally we got to take class photo. It was really super uber troublesome to get them to do so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2598544420086074302cudmNj_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cherlyn n yulin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2929871210086074302WHdynh_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Yulin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2974148760086074302fWIZnb_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay! Four of us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2951141510086074302ylGjGd_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were slacking around school when we spotted... tada! Cherlyn's "soccer guy".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She totally thinks he's cute, and we totally can't see why. But oh well... like always... Cher has weird taste.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we went to pastamania to eat to celebrate May's birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2852382940086074302clvCgI_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were super hungry but we had to wait till 2 for the 30% discount so yulin and may almost ate the cheese and tabasco.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2670591230086074302xJxGOe_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Cherlyn also almost died of hunger. See how unhappy we are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2602456530086074302lLiyDD_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really no msg?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just being retarded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we went for mass dance and may went for cheerleading. We decided to help May celebrate once more with the SC nominees and cheerleading people. So after mass dance, we went to cheerleading to wait for may and pulled the others for "dinner". There was me, xt,pz, clovis, jon, wilson, david, carol, yx and we met arvin there too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we got pz to distract May and bring her to buy food while the rest of us went to get the cake. We wanted to light the candles and walk in while singing but after we lighted the candles, it would go out in a few secs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, we waited till we turned the last corner and lighted the candles again and sang happy birthday while we walked in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too bad. By the time the cake was before may, almost all the candles were out and the candles were almost non existent.But still, all of us had fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day, was xinhui's bdae. We wanted to do the same but there was mass dance test that night so we called everyone to pon CT and celebrate her bdae.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2333579190086074302LlEokD_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY XiNHUI!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2920530320086074302ifYiPv_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone fervently trying to stop the candles being blown out by the wind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2292212780086074302zNQZHi_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See how happy she is?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2316342070086074302AtJgXl_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cake looks yummy. Dear Waikit still knows Xinhui's taste best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2217353750086074302bePHeN_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two consecutive birthday girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2974667830086074302muaMtz_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2915327010086074302uBZuMh_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what me and may term as "our ideal class" cause we feel our gang is super fun and would be best if our class were like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last of all, was Mardi Gras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our class refused to come up with a theme so me, xinhui, may and sharon decided to have our own theme. Okay, but seriously in the end we didn't really look alike.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2162676710086074302RDyfgJ_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome to Mardi Gras 2006!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/341b4415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wenhui came over my house to take a rest and change before we went to Mardi Gras together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We looked totally odd when we walked out to the MRT station together cause i was soo... dressed up while she was in t- shirt and demin skrt only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so distinct a man even leaned over to stare at us as we went up the escalator and we went down on the other side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/fc340926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOOK! My FUNKY boots! The origin of all the attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/7638f9b4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then i met up with my two lovely companions May and Xinhui!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/93fd06ad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor TYX couldn't dress up cause she was an usher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/d386c88e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funky Sam looked like he just came out of a broadway&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/60265fac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xiangting!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone was there in their funky outfits and feeling the groove of the night so we rushed around taking pictures with everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/420b6cc0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cherlyn came too bringing her twin sis Corrine.Cher actually wore a top baring her midriff. Woohoo! Sexy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/b76f0ade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But all attention was still with Mrs Nordine who was totally green. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/d8e9910b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clovis totally went back to CNY's red hair day. Took bad he couldn't hang out due to his choir performence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/537d0820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We met Kenneth, Wilson and Jon too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still can't believe that Kenneth was actually the kenneth that Kes brought to my house two years ago. The world is simply so small.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/3002fd7d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eric came back from VJ too!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/415d07c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sharon came to crash again and we met up with Yulin who was also ushering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2493099890086074302RRmtDf_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Cherlyn and Corrine. Actually they don't really look alike. Can tell them apart quite easily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2362915830086074302osiuwx_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other funky teachers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Towards the end of Mardi Gras, all of us got tired, so we sat down to rest and i used my fan to cool us down.But wilson wanted it too so i told him to fan himself and us too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cool eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Shihui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yingxiu and Xiangting irritating May by constantly singing the "Mr. Cellophane, mr. cellophane, shouldave, been my name."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me, Xinhui and Xiangting fooling around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marilyn monroe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MUACKS!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2930960730086074302sILggF_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May, Xiang and yingxiu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2913594390086074302aiVsSP_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and xinhui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later, me, xinhui, xiangting, may and sharon went for super with jon, wilson, david, gavin and carol. Kinda feel like Carol is one of the guys...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway... Mardi Gras rawked!!!!!&lt;/ &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535428782691117?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535428782691117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535428782691117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535428782691117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535428782691117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535425790909047</id><published>2006-04-18T02:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:57:37.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Just came back from SLC and seriously... it rawked man! My group was especially fun cause there were people like Xiangting, Chuanli, Sam, shi hui etc. and our instructor TK was damn cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kinda sad to come back home, but then again, it was a relief because it was really tiring since we hardly slept both nights. After all the activities, cheering, mass dancing, me and Xiangting even stayed up till 3 to talk to Chuanli and Dracus and a few other guys on the first night. Then David got caught "monkeying" and we chionged back to our tent before we got caught too. The second night just sat at the elizabeth garden (The one they said queen elizabeth drank tea in) in talked with some peepz. I think that night was super fun cause of Gala night. The cross dressers were damn hilarious man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, SC elections is coming to an end, thank god. I'm starting to go nuts. If this were to last any longer i don't know what will happen to me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Clovis really quite poor thing. I really badly wanted Delta capt and his chances were not bad seriously, but because of his DSA he couldn't. I think Miss Norsheha thinks i'm 100% running for house capt and seriously from what she said to me the other day, i can't really tell if she's backing me or against me. She talked a little about my problem with good ol' ms ho, and my discipline probs with Mr. Tong... okay... i know my record has been horrendous... but then she said it was time to get a female house captain again. Like... huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywayz... gotta go sleep. Reallie tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535425790909047?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535425790909047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535425790909047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535425790909047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535425790909047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/woohoo-just-came-back-from-slc-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535423483636451</id><published>2006-04-18T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:57:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo... running for SC is kinda getting fun. Thinking of new ideas and seeing people's reaction to my campaigning... its really cool. Seems like the whole school knows about the pads we put in the girls toilet. I mean... even BEN TAY knows?!?!?!?! He came to ask us " Err... you two... were the ones who put the... err... thing... in the girls' toilet right?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz... so farnie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then, one day after we put some stupid idiot stole two out of the three packets of pads. What kinda cheapo steal pads? Weirdo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, dad recently brought in some garden sets and it seems to be selling extremely well. So he asked if I want to bring it in to Singapore to sell. Sounds cool eh? Can earn at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/WEB-SITE-1d_tm.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/WEB-SITE-1f.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The tables quite cool yeah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/WEB-SITE-2e_tm.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/WEB-SITE-2k_tm.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The got beach chair also...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/WEB-SITE-2f_tm.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/WEB-SITE-2g_tm.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/WEB-SITE-2h_tm.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/WEB-SITE-2d_tm.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is called the Alpino Love seat. This is the best selling set in Kuching. Quite nice for picnic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly... my favourite set...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/WEB-SITE-2i_tm.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tada! A swing!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All sets are price at around a hundred to Three hundred which is extremely cheap compared to the market price. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So anyone interested please tell me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535423483636451?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535423483636451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535423483636451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535423483636451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535423483636451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535420680582155</id><published>2006-04-18T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:56:46.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SC nominees briefing was horrendous. Or rather i suppose the J2s made it horrendous. BUt i was even more so for me because even though i kinda regretted during the briefing, i regretted for a different reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that was i suddenly felt i was thrown into the wrong place. I looked around and other than my usual gang of friends like May and may and xinhui xiangting and gang... the others were very unfamiliar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But of course, unfamiliarity is one thing. You can be in an unfamiliar place but the faces look fresh and eagar to be friends with you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look around... and i'm kind of lost. They don't look unfriendly, neither are they weird freaks ( okay, maybe a few exceptions)... but their just the kind I could never imagine myself being close friends with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So suppose most of the people there get into SC, which will be the case since more than half will be in, how am i going to survive being with them constantly for the rest of my JC life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I suddenly kinda miss the OGL days, we had our problems, we had our cliques, but the unity was there. We were alpha warriors. We stuck through the hardships in orientation and brought zenith back to its feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till now i'm still pondering if i made the right decision to run for SC. Everyone who knows me seems to feel I'm a much more House Com person. I felt that way too. I don't know what came over me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway, its too late to back out now eh? I suppose I'll just make the best out of it. I believe i control my own destiny, i can make or break my JC life... and I am bent to make it rawk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch out for our upcoming crazy campaigning tactics and don't forget...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VOTE FOR ME AND YINGXIU. ALPHA H and BETA D!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535420680582155?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535420680582155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535420680582155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535420680582155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535420680582155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/sc-nominees-briefing-was-horrendous.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535417329323173</id><published>2006-04-18T02:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:56:13.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I seriously think i have been on an unluckly streak since Thursday. Thursday Miss Ho finally decided to "talk" to me.&lt;br /&gt;I think i was more of nodding my head while words go in and out.&lt;br /&gt;I very much would have talked back and caused another round of hoo- ha if Yulin hadn't reminded me to keep check of my temper since i'm running for SC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, after school, i went to take the passport photo again. I went yesterday but i didn't like the photo so i walked out without paying a single cent and i bet the uncle almost wanted to strangle me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then, today i walked into the very same shop because the other one charges one dollar more and I AM SO SERIOUSLY BROKE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the uncle went "Weren't you here yesterday?" And gave me the evil look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i went on to take the photo anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But after taking and almost printing the photo out, Yimin and Joan who were also there pointed out that I forgot to put on my TJ badge for the photo so i had to take again. THe uncle was totally giving Yulin who was waiting for me the "What is she doing?" looks. His blood pressure probably doubled that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, as i went to the bus stop to go home, i saw dear Miss Ho again and was forced to smile and say Hello.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning, unlucky me say her as i walked in AGAIN!!!!! I totally jerked Wenhui to stop and let her walk far away before we continued. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My unluckiness continued cause Tong pulled a spot check on CGs 1-17 which includes our class and i was like the third girl. Thankfully, our CT Mr walker is the kind that doesn't really bother about these stuff and didn't catch me for my skirt. But he noticed i didn't wear college badge so he asked me to go ask Mr. Liu if i need to report for no badge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon which... mr liu asked... "aren't you here for your short skirt?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh- oh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yep! And so i reported to Tong and he only went "no badge?" and then continued like ten minutes about my skirt. Lotsa people i knew were also there for inappropriate attire. May Sze, Felicia, Jon Ong(he didn't have short skirt duh. His pants were too baggy), Serene, Abigail...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz! Abigail even didn't wear shorts to pull it lower down her hip and went to the extend to unbuckle and unzip a little. But she still got caught. No wonder i felt her skirt was unusually long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she actually said my skirt was ridiculously long? I mean... its abigail... queeen of short skirts? Saying my skirt is ridiculously short?!?!?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But well, at least the day didn't turn out that bad due to EUPHORIA, alpha's mega house function.Not that it rocked or anything. In fact... it sucked quite alot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2619207170086074302uZVOKI_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Yulin while waiting for May to come. Hahaz! May was at siglap and she actually took 20 minutes to reach TJ. The taxi driver kept asking her bedok south road AVE what? But we couldn't find any avenue so she and the uncle quarrelled and quarrelled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2381216240086074302zkFatm_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THree of us when she finally arrived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2799532700086074302aEwlmg_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we met others like Xin hui and Xiangting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sharon the crasher was there too! Hahaz, i know her as Sharon the crasher cause everytime I see her she's crashing TJ or VJ or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2166980700086074302zxlOAS_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bee Kwee kicked the night off with three songs but the sound system was sooooo bad it didn't sound good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2675273480086074302mFsCHt_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there was this ultra horrible band called ZENITH. The lead singer was quite okay but the band sucked. Everyone was walking away larh! Then she finally brought some crowd back when she started with MY IMMORTAL by evanescance. Whoa! She really sang well for that...until... the sound system busted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some music was played in between and we started dancing a little. There was a gang with Jon, Wilson, Imran and some other guys I don't know plus us girls, me, may, yulin, peizhi, xinhui, xiangting, sharon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls just moved a little but the guys... whoa! Shook their stuff up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later, Jon Lim's band performed but there were hardly anyone left. Poor them. The 1985 sounded best ask usual. Then there was this drunkard who somehow came in to join our function and freaked all of us girls out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally it was mass dance... the only part of the night everyone HIGHED!!!!! Then it was over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since the night was still early, we decided to go student lounge and play pool. Since the guys were using the pool table, we were forced to learn billard but the table was so freakin big and the rules were damn complicated until I got sianed. Then May went home early so I took over her place. THen me and Wilson played against Peizhi and Imran. At first we were leading until Imran rammed in several balls and suddenly we were losing. We didn't manage to finish the game cause Nick came in to chase us out but i think most likely Imran and Peizhi will win.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we decided to go for supper. Initially, we wanted to go to fengshan, but then, we decided it was too far and went to Simpang Bedok instead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was like me, Xinhui, Yulin, Sharon,Imran, Wilson, Jon, some guy called David and another one i don't remember his name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2450747310086074302dehMGw_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Xinhui all blissful as we ate our delicious Stingray and Sotong!!!!! Damn nice but the sotong was in huge pieces and we had to pull it apart until the chilli sauce flew into Xinhui's eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2653416950086074302ucFevA_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yulin and Sharon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2375737330086074302BJXysK_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sharon posing with David's hand and Jon gorging on Prata in the back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He actually finished THREE Pratas!!!! *clap*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wilson finished two i think. THe others couldn't finish. David ordered three and ate like one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Sharon took over his prata and started feeding us all. Hahaz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2808002820086074302jDzRPD_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imran and Wilson. Actually we took this to sell to Xiangting for $30. Hahaz!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got home at like 1am this morning but still... it was super fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535417329323173?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535417329323173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535417329323173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535417329323173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535417329323173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-seriously-think-i-have-been-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535415044582445</id><published>2006-04-18T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:55:50.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;School reopening has been a whole week of frenzy. It kicked off with us celebrating Cherlyn's birthday belated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02440.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to celebrate on the actual day which was last friday but she was totally conked out after her OAC march expedition that we cancelled. See... proves iron woman will also have a time when her battery runs flat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, we went to bugis and had delifrance for lunch. Damn nice!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02443.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yulin's food. Seafood sandwich i think. I tried it last time but didn't really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02447.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My food!!!! Wahaha! Ultra super duper nice!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02446.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is May's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02445.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Yulin got bored while waiting for food and decided to take picture of each other taking each others picture.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds complicated yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so satisfied after eating all, though we all felt kinda guilty. After that we shopped around for a present for Cher. She wanted a new bag so in the end we settled for this really cool one side backpack for her. Then we went to shop around in Topshop and Me, Yulin and May decided to buy the halter that i tried on with Wenhui, Qiqi and aiwen the other day. We bought three different colours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me--&gt; Pink&lt;br /&gt;May--&gt; Green&lt;br /&gt;Yulin--&gt; Yellow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So weird just nice each of us look better in one colour. There we each busted $20. BUt still very cheap for Topshop. Cherlyn didn't want to buy cause basically she... doesn't shop? I don't know. But we forced her to try on loads of clothes she would never EVER wear like that halter (Hahaz! She looks totally hilarious in the pink one) and miniskirts (We all agree she should wear more cause she got nice legs).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we dragged her upstairs to take Neos when i stepped into Kino and saw "Size 12 is not fat" by Meg Cabot, gasped, grabbed it, and rushed off to the counter to pay before the others could say stop. Hehe! Sorry guys, that's how i am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were discussing what is size twelve since we just walked out of Top shop and were trying on between sizes 8 and 10. So... size 12 wasn't that big right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUt then again, Meg Cabot's from america, which means its US size 12 which is like XL singapore standard? Okay, that's fat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, on to taking Neoz. We totally had to force Cherlyn in. She like totally hates whatever girly things we do like shopping and singing and taking Neos. Makes me wonder often how we became good friends in the first place. We're like total extremes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday was another day of spending money. Our class decided to have the first class outing with our second intakers so we went to Parkway to eat PASTAMANIA!!!! The guys like so much enthuer than the girls. Ciyuan was the only second intaker who went larh. THe guys like almost all second intaker. Hahaz, I think the Derrick and Weiming super farnie and ultra enthu about class bonding. But its reallie cool that we have more fun peepz in our cg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday ended a little later so i thought i finally won't blow another bomb in my wallet. Our timetable really sucks, we go for lunch then come back for like Contact time? I so totally think that I'm gonna pon the entire year's contact. I suggested ponning and for the first time someone raised both hands to support me!!!! Yay! I found a fello ponner-- DERRICK!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in the end Aloysius said he wanted to pon and play lan so the girls decided to stay and i had no choice. But then i realised the guys weren't going too so we all went for contact. There were enough seats there so we contemplated ponning again but one end said stay, one end said leave ( Of course i was the leaving end.) and in the end they closed the door and started contact so we had no choice but to sit in. Damnit. Ultra boring. And got caught by Naomi Tan for reading my new book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we saw loadsa running for SC peepz outside and decided to mass bombard the photo taking shop opposite. We started talking about campaigning, strategies, seconders... that's when i realise how unprepared i was. I totally did not intend to run for SC in the beginning. I didn't know how i ended up wanting to run but currently every ten minutes i regret but after a while a change my mind again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, me, may, xinhui, xiangting, peizhi and waikit went to starbucks for coffee and started our gossip sessions and discussing about elections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like the entire school is gearing up for elections, think i better start thinking about what to do seriously...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535415044582445?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535415044582445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535415044582445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535415044582445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535415044582445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/school-reopening-has-been-whole-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535412717130541</id><published>2006-04-18T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:55:27.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mass dance was cancelled again today cause they said it wasn't allowed. But seriously, i don't get why they start spreading the message around when they haven't got the facts right... and end up cancelling disappointing many. We should have just gone there and done it whether the sucky admin liked it or not. Too many fun things have been missed because we hesitated in taking risks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, maybe i have gotten myself into a whole pile of shit for taking too much risks. Like ponning so many Econs lesson I bet that old hag Ho's gonna pick on me next term. But isn't life much more fun that way?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't stay over at TJ the other time, O2 almost screwed up cause they cancelled all the fun things and now this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one horrible thing about TJ is the admin. Can't they just be a little more flex?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was dear Aiwen's birthday and four of us went out to celebrate her birthday as part of our tradition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/b86455ff.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of us were late larh... hahaz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02430.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wenhui came to join us like one our afer the meeting time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/d20c3464.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Qiqi was worse... she came two hours later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every one of our birthdays we would celebrate together and the birthday girl would give a treat while the others would buy her a nice gift.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time... we went to Crystal Jade. YUMMY!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/f1c5a279.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/90eb8d5b.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sweet and sour noodle was nice but WAY TOO SPICY!!!! So much until the fried rice tasted plain. But i still loved the Xiao Long Bao the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02429.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02428.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02427.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were all feeding each other the desert. It was some milky thing that was supposed to be good for our skin. Hehe! Qi was so excited after she heard that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/99318d8f.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We bought that top and Jacket for Aiwen cause we felt that she lacked rocker clothes to wear while jamming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/f22c37b0.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and the birthday girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/90707d4d.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Family photo. Hahaz. No la! I think we irritated all the Waiters and waitresses there coz we kept asking them to take photos for us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/ae2b1d82.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiwen . Qiqi . Wenhui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02433.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The three of us started to take photos of ourselves in the huge toilet mirror while waiting for Qiqi to change out of her jersey. And guess what we saw?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another gang of psycho girls taking photos there already!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02435.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on, we went shopping. Qiqi was trying on the tops at zouk while me and aiwen bought Tees from this small little stall in Far East. See the price difference??? Haiz~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were so bored in the changing room that we started taking lame photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We wanted to see if Wenhui's profile or front view was nicer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02436.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02437.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm... we all concluded that her front view was nicer coz her chin sticks out too much in her profile. Hahaz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were supposed to go for the Zouk party thing that night but in the end Wenhui backed out saying that it wasn't safe. But i still think we should have gone larh. Heard that Xiang Ting, Xin Hui, Cheresa, Jon, Elke and alot more people we know were there la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But Xiang Ting say Xin Hui's friend got molested, so maybe Wenhui was right in a way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, we went to watch My girl and I starring Song Hae Gyo. Is that how you spell her name? Anywayz... it was so touching all three of us were crying. Hahaz... but she died in the end... so typical korean soap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535412717130541?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535412717130541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535412717130541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535412717130541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535412717130541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/mass-dance-was-cancelled-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535409514662594</id><published>2006-04-18T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:54:55.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOls are finally here... and the best thing about this short sweet holiday is to meet up with old friends and go SHOPPING!!!!! Think my schedule is almost fully booked but still... anyone interested can still call to ask me out. Shopping is most invited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02397.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday was the start where i went out with my three beautiful shoppers Jun Hua, CK and darling Weiwei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz... miss you guyz so much. Now you guyz all in bukit timah area while I'm so far away... really hard to meet up all the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02395.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Jun Hua. I still remember at the beginning of Art i totally don't dare to talk to Jun Hua Cai Na they all coz they all came in then super pro liao larh. Jun Hua anyway draw also like master piece. I really Gan1 Bai4 Xia4 Feng1. But later split into O level and IP art then only me, Zhang, Junhua and Fan Di left then we spent our tiring afternoons gossiping then became alot closer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02394.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and dear Weiwei. Hahaz... we always act les. She's also my best Su4 Ku3 partner coz she always so happy and make everything look so much brighter. She always say i very Bimbo. I told her about our Sexy clap and act cute claps in TJ and about things we do in TJ and she concluded that TJ is an ultra Bimbo school. Hahaz... heard lotsa guys an4 lian4 her in HC wor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02396.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;White and Black.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's so freakin fair and I'm so freakin tanned. Looks like we really need to mix to get the average person's skin colour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They really went out to shop but i didn't bring much so can't really shop. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i bought i new pair of BUTTON EARRINGS!!!! Yay! Buying earings always make me so excited. I have numourous pairs like... all bundled together... no wonder mom don't wanna let me buy more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feeling unsatisfied with just earrings, I went out for more shopping with Duo on Tuesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02405.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think she really change alot, see her new haircut. Much nicer rite?&lt;br /&gt;And she used to wear T- shirts out only, now she's all halters and tubes. Woah~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02404.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wei Duo eating cheese sticks in Burger King.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then today went to shop for aiwen's birthday present today with Hui. Tomorrow gonna celebrate her birthday... then friday is Cherlyn's.I'm seriously going broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535409514662594?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535409514662594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535409514662594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535409514662594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535409514662594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/hols-are-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535406988950440</id><published>2006-04-18T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:54:29.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah! Orientation night really ended in a miraculous blast. It was as if O1 came alive again. Seriously... it rawked. A few days ago you told me that i would truly enjoy orientation 2 this much and i would reply one word-- " bull shit!" But as i reflect back... i really was a whole load of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2427387880086074302ZslIwl_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our dear old Zenith flag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though Zenith got second and Ixodus got first, i think most of us still were quite happy because it was a drastic difference from the beginning of O2 where Zenith was last lagging behind by like... 10000 points?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Success of O2... think most credit should go to highlights com.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2013332450087204416RjzAqH_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Ah Xiang. She, xinhui and vanessa were so stressed up before O nite began coz they were afraid it would suck. But seriously guyz... great job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2018553330087204416ozibix_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then of course there's our new funky clan leaders. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Zenith... Jon--&gt; The handsome one &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Azurous... Arief--&gt; The like monkey one (wah... he super got energy... keep jumping)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Invictous... Keng Mun--&gt; The humourous one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Ixodus... Maryam--&gt;Chili padi, Small but powerful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2187139310087204416YbCYjD_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See how united they are?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though they might not be as mature as the old clan leaders... i think they are good in their own ways. Hope all of them successfully become house capts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2096774960086074302yBvuvq_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then of course there's alpha's ogls. Yay! We rawk. We were kinda quiet at first but after jon's talk... okay... scolding... lotsa peepz really became much more enthu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2982922300086074302dOELnP_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2852556410086074302pCPPHv_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Us doing our fav action... SWAK!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2843941480086074302eXxbmW_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our brand new ZENITH flag! I think its the nicest among the four clans. The figure is we trace from Jon lying on the flag. Hehe! My great idea!^.^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2969604800087204416GUQzQw_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saint Joel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz... he was reallie cute in the video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2891274400087204416poutUQ_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clan leaders with their secret weapon to kill venom!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2759093330087204416uCAaRl_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jon and Arief gaying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wahaha... i tink Jon reallie likes to gay... May Khoo still got photo of him gaying with Keng Mun and Wilson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2729937630086074302qkgaSL_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me, yulin and Bee Kwee. Wah... she damn zai. That night she really sang well lor. Hehe! Won 5000 points for alpha. All of us went crazy and shouted " Gao Mei Gui! You are our Campus superstar!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2679788720087204416YuGlKw_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear old Eric came back!!!!! Simin oso! We had this goodbye cake for people leaving our cg and og. Quite sad. Stupid miao say wanna come back in the end too lazy... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2634404680087204416OsZPzc_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zenith doing a cheer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I lurve all the new Zenith cheers! Hahaz. So nice!!!! Especially this one...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;&lt;blast&gt;&lt;p&gt;ZENITH'S GONNA WIN THE RACE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are gonna send a Probe to your Anus  x3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oooooh.... Ouch *smacks butt*&gt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2603150220086074302sSwIFV_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Juliet eating ice kachang. I tink brenda's super chio larh. Hahaz... she and jon lim oso very cute. Den no guy wanna be her romeo coz all scared kena hoot by Jon lim. In the end... thankfully Zhi wei rushed back in time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2545222100086074302eadlwF_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2601606410087204416mEqUHl_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May and May. Hahaz... they used to do this... "hi May!" "hi May!" thing which was totally retarded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2579939800087204416QWuQXT_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xiangting blowing balloon. Sho CUTE!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2551678270087204416VHAZwX_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our two Alpha shuaiges. Hahaz... posers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2451815400087204416vdcxDO_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wah! so envious. May get to take photo with Ben Tay. But she's his angel larh... &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2097073130087204416VaTKrr_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sho cute rite?!?!?! The balloon was given by me and May Khoo. Hahaz... we went to Macs and went "Uncle... can we have balloons PLEEEAAASSSEEE!" ._.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the uncle gave us alot. We each took one, gave one to ben tay, one to Jon, one to wilson, one to shang long, one to highlights, one to E com, one to sam and i can't remember. Tink that's bout it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah... and one to Arief coz its his b dae.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2434066880087204416uJTMCT_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O nite!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ben tay and his girlfriend. THey damn compatible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2448280840086074302MbZTfS_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Yulin. She was damn sad she couldn't go for O nite coz her eyes were swollen. We call it the DHS illness. All the DHS peepz take turns to get MC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2330742000087204416XtqWyh_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheekopek Keng Mun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2208900780087204416WqNCAt_ph.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Act cute Jon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In all O nite was a blast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOW I REALLIE REALLIE DUN WANT SCHOOL TO REOPEN!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... pictures are from May Lee and Yulin coz i forgot to bring camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535406988950440?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535406988950440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535406988950440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535406988950440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535406988950440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/wah-orientation-night-really-ended-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535391734757698</id><published>2006-04-18T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:51:57.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DYINGGGGG!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is for what I'm feeling now, what I think Jon, May and Yulin are feeling and my impression of Zenith and the other OGLS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always thought that our class people were kinda dead but in the end they quite okay. Just that like if you seriously count there's only like... errm... Aloysius, Songxi, A little bit of Victor and maybe Bee Kwee. But luckily we got a few second intakers quite on one. Like Brenda... wa... super chio. ANd her boyfriend so farnie. And then theres Chor Min. Oh yeah, and that guy... can't rmb our name. Damn farnie... as long as he comes larh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dragon boating SUCKED!!!!! BIG TIME!!!! Please don't ever replace SUNTEC and TEMASEK MONOPOLY with that AGAIN!!!!! TOtally like spoiled Orientation larh... those were the most fun parts of Orientation other than O nite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay... so our OG got selected for O night... but i'm too sian to do anything liao. BUt i don't wanna let everything just flop now. I mean... we put in so much effort, I put in so much effort... and poor poor jon... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haiz... maybe after one night sleep I'll realise its all a nightmare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion... ORIENTATION 2 is Soooooooooo FUCKED up. I know i shouldn't use coz i felt it was inappropriate that jon keep "fucking" in front of all the ogls larh. But who cares... he was so pissed of he and I am too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do we look as if we care DON'T CARE DON'T CARE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do we look as if we care WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WE DON'T GIVE A DAMN!!! We DON'T GIVE A DAMN!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DO we look as if we care we don't give a damn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*haha... copy from Azurous*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535391734757698?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535391734757698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535391734757698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535391734757698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535391734757698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535364842091333</id><published>2006-04-18T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:51:46.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okiez I'm blogging for the past week cause i just got the photos from May. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Wednesday Ms LIm wasn't here so we organized a class lunch like she asked us to. Which is kinda pathetic... our form teacher asking us to organize class outing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and May posing after lunch. Hahaz. She kept complaining she look like pregnant woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="364" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0057.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 266px" height="211" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0058.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="274" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0063.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me, may and yulin with Eric. Kinda sad that he's leaving for VJC. Like after Miao he's one of the few guys in class that i can click with... like super jie mei like that. Even he's leaving... :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="247" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0061.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three of us. Haiz... Cherlyn always missing in action. And i realise I'm like chao ta from ogl camp and all that mass dancing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On friday we went back to school for the last school day of first three months and had our most successful class outing in a very long time. Many people weren't there because they were appealing and we didn't manage to go Karaoke as a class but it was still quite okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's this like invisible gap separating the class into several clicks. LIke the The four of us, the four guys (now minus Miao), Ma cheng and er xuan, the others, kiak meng, BK and Tingjie, Joann and ningyi and the other girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simin is the girl from the "other girls" i can click with the best i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="228" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0067.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is like half our class girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="295" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0071.jpg" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls plus a few guys. We were damn pissed with Songxi coz we were waiting for him to take photo and he was there flirting away with some girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="290" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0074.jpg" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The four of us. FINALLY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can to drag cherlyn out from her private chem lesson with Ms Lim to take photo larh. Really carn believe she's so mugger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later we went for ogl briefing by Jonathan. Think he yue lai yue got clan leader qi zhi. Dunno why he not running for house cap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="248" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0081.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May and Cherlyn got bored waiting for us and started posing and taking loadsa photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="252" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0087.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then went to Macs for breakfast. Hahaz... quite fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="317" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0088.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="224" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0091.jpg" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="332" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0092.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CG 13 pancake!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/IMG_0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May and Cherlyn change uniform. Think May look much nicer in CHIJ uniform. But cherlyn look like cinderella in rags. hahaz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535364842091333?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535364842091333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535364842091333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535364842091333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535364842091333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/okiez-im-blogging-for-past-week-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535361937255037</id><published>2006-04-18T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:46:59.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lurve my daddy. And yep! He's finally back. For a few days only though...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this seriously sounds odd but seriously... i lurve my daddy. I don't think i've ever said that personally to him or even anything similar, but in all, the few months he's been gone made me realise the impact he made on my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many things happen this week and while many people are quite sad that many are leaving TJ, i think i'm quite okay. Most of my closest friends are staying. Okay except for Miao but that was like decided long long ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, i'm like totally pissed off with that stupid idiotic Miss Ho but its a long story and I was a little worried about whether she'll pick on me in term two cause i pissed her off so much...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But Daddy changed my thinking. I love how he always manages to do that... like he totally understands you and yet he convinces you the right thing to do based on his own experiences. Not like its some adultish shit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But at least now that Daddy's not home like 90% of the time, i think i cherish times he's at home more. At least i won't quarrel so much with him cause i know he's only home for a few days and there isn't enough time for us to patch up cause everytime i fights last for like few months or something. Just like today, 90% of the time his preaches would end in a quarrel but today i just sat there and listened. But hey... it makes sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And at least daddy's fairer. I know for sure he's not down right biased like mum is. When he's home i get to make decisions like what the family eats for lunch. Without him is like... ah boy wants macdonalds... we go eat macdonalds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today he talked to me about my subject combi and asked if this was really what i wanted to do for the next two years because it really would be hard... i mean my physics is totally shit... so I'll have to work extra hard since i'm crazy and aiming for straight As.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he said to me comparing me and Yang. He said Yang was like this Jello thing you know, the thing with know solid substance. He just gets pushed around, stepped on. He has alot of feelings, ideas, but he just refuses to express it and all. I on the other hand totally refuse to accept other's ideas and I'm like so straight foward that i always hurt people around me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other words, he can hurt himself so much until he's really depressed with life as long as he makes people around him happy and things run smoothly. Which is why he always seems to be in deep suffering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me, its the exact opposite. I hurt everyone around me as long as i'm happy. Which is probably why i offend people really easily. But well... I'm trying to change. Just not sure if its workin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535361937255037?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535361937255037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535361937255037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535361937255037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535361937255037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-lurve-my-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535358964749949</id><published>2006-04-18T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:46:29.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had our Orientation 2 ogl camp today and seriously even though i quite liked my group it wasn't very fun larh. We were like totally kinda quiet and never really cheer much or enthu much. Den the games oso weird weird one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the main factor that was on everyone's mind was the Clan elections i guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I originally thought that only May and Darryl running larh... so my friends ask me to run... no harm larh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then in the end when Ben Tay asked who is running i realised that there were like more than ten people running. Many were even quite unexpected. I heard Jon was running lah but he didn't look very enthusiastic about the whole ogl camp thing so i thought he didn't really want to run.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i could tell that Ben Tay wanted Jon to win larh. Like he pulled him away to talk before talking to the rest of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was quite weird running for clan leader coz you know even if u fail you have to work with all these people after that. So we tried to keep it friendly. But i really regretted it after i signed up, the atmostphere and all really reminded me of scip elections. Everything was blurry... i couldn't focus, my heart was thumping really loud...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think i totally screwed it up. Yulin said it was good and sincere, but i don't really think so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz, but i think it was quite nice that most of us were still quite buddy buddy back there, supporting each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like we were talking and comforting each other and cheering each other on back there and telling each other what we were doing...well except a few. Which i thought was kinda... i don't know... selfish? We wouldn't really steal ur ideas, just knowing the competition around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz, I think by then i was kinda like giving up already, i mean... can u imagine me as clan leader? I really can't larh... so i was more of helping the other ogls prepare for their 3 mins speech like going through "Bombombom" with Jon cause even i the creator of "bombombom" can't always remember the lyrics leh. But he actually nailed it! Woohoo. Three cheers for him man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yeah... of course, he got it. Aiyah. Shuaige always get advantage one. I was quite surprised Boon Siong actually tied with Jon. I mean... like... hello... before i was like... who is that Boon Siong fella? Others also lo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But later we raise hand like nobody support Boon Siong like that... like practically everyonen was on Jon's side... hahaz... esp the girls...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i think most Zenith peepz are quite okay with him larh, except perhaps may. She biased against him coz she thinks he got the post based on looks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ben tay actually bet with us that if we can ensure 95% attendance in O2 he'll jump off TJ building. But i tink can larh... at least i noe the girls sure go to look at jon one. Then they can pull the guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But one thing about Ben Tay changed my impression of him as the superior alpha house cap. I think when he found out who were the potential house caps he noticed that perhaps me and may were the most threatenting to Jon as clan leaders since he wanted Jon as the next clan leader. I think coz me and may were leading all the cheers while Jon was taking a backseat larh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he actually said to Zenith that we should not base our votes on how well the leader can lead cheers ( aka me and may khoo) and should instead find someone who is different from the others and charismatic (aka Jonathan). He didn't spell it out, but i understood what he was saying. I felt he shouldn't have targeted us like that larh... i mean... he should be fair mah. How he know we're not as good as Jon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haiz... but okay larh... at least the clan leader is not some weird person unlike many in scip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535358964749949?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535358964749949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535358964749949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535358964749949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535358964749949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-had-our-orientation-2-ogl-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535355384304537</id><published>2006-04-18T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:45:53.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today for the first time i experienced the Temasek Road Run. Okay... i din really go and run the Road Run... but it was cool anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was student official larh... which means i get to collate the scores of the runners after they run... yay... so i get to noe results first hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it was quite boring at first sitting under the hot sun doing nothing before the runners ran... so all i could do was talk crap with Billy from CG 9. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Initially... i was quite worried. I was counting the gamma TA scores and they had both 1st and 2nd for girls. But in the end our JC team was so strong that both our girls and guys won. Yay!!! Alpha rawks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Road Run our CG went for CG lunch. Actually... i quite not happy with our CG. Not that the people aren't nice... they are just a little boring larh. Like other people go for CG lunch is practically whole class go one... ours like five or six only. And the lunch practically nobody talk larh... walau... so boring. Haiz... if i knew i would have done worse for prelims then maybe i can go to a not so good grades but fun class like CG14. Theirs is a few people in their class boring... aka... the cpls. Haha... their class super farnie... split into three... the DHS girls plus a few... the white guys consisting of the Fantastic four(Ming Wei, Jonathan, Alvin and Ronald) and a few other guys... and the CPLs (chapalangs).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our class hor... is a few fun only. Then become like me and Yulin are the weirdos of the class coz we are the only people who pon lesson or go out and play after school. Haiyo... JC not supposed to be like that one leh. Its supposed to be super fun. Now they like more nerdish than NY peepz....&gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that i went to wenhui's house with Yingxiu and yulin. I tink me and yulin go for more cg 14 outings than 13 lo. We learn mass dance together so now i'm blogging from her house larh. Yay... later can watch "it started with a kiss" ep 19. Wait super long liao. okie... gtg watch liao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535355384304537?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535355384304537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535355384304537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535355384304537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535355384304537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-for-first-time-i-experienced.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535351854320532</id><published>2006-04-18T02:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:45:18.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So... i finally made my decision to stay on in TJ. Well... dunno if i should be celebrating... or regretting. But i still think i made the right decision.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever since i got my results in Friday i have been swaying to and fro. When i went out with Weiduo and gang on Friday i wanted to go to VJC. I mean... i have alot more NY frens there right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On sat I went to watch Aiwen's concert with Wenhui and Qiqi and we were talking in the hawker centre and i realised that Wenhui was my most important friend. If she was staying in TJ... i probably should. She kinda overrules the others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it was kinda fixed that i would be going to TJ until like Tuesday night i almost applied and then Wenhui suddenly ask me not to apply first coz she was having second thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So me, her and Mingwei had this one hour three way conference in which every one minute we would go back to the topic of... "so how arh? V or T?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know deep inside i was still towards TJ. Mingwei too. But i could feel Wenhui's heart swaying to VJ even though she claimed she was 50-50. We wanted to decide after we crashed VJ the next day so we could get a more overall judgement but Mingwei had to put the results that night so we told him to apply first... if we psycho him to change the next day at most we'll split the changing costs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though he said he'll put TJ... at 12 he messaged to say he had applied VJ. Maybe coz he thought we would definitely put VJ after we crash the next day... but then again he said he'll try not to put friends' choices as consideration factors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day me and Wenhui went. At first it was quite exciting you know. Rushing in coz we were late... frantically waving around to all the Nanyang peepz like Daph and Weiduo coz i was so excited i know so many peepz in VJ while there's only like 5 NY peepz in TJ. Some NY peepz i dun really noe like 4/8's Manying or at least i think that's her name came up to talk to me like we were reallie close. But the weirdest thing was i couldn't even recall her name when she was acting all buddy with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay... then it was lecture. That was when all the excitement died down. Lecture was SUPER boring like in TJ. But at least i can tok crap in TJ lectures if i'm bored. The lecturers there are like super strict. And seriously... VJ has ABSOLUTELY NO SHUAI GES!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean... its almost Hua Chong standard. Thats bad okay. I din see a single shuaige in Vj. And Wenhui made out Youxian to be so super shuai and in the end i saw him and i was like " huh... that's... him? So ugly."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wenhui really got bad taste in men.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay... so when we went to the library to think about it... it was kinda hard... wenhui ask me not to talk to her so she can think and i was super bored... i started looking around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do i want to go to VJ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay... its a really prestigious school&lt;br /&gt;Their uniform is really ten times nicer than "algae".(TJ uniform)&lt;br /&gt;And... err... the canteen has nice food.&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and besides... the sofa I'm sitting in at the moment is really nice for sleeping during lunch break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay... if i entered VJ for such reasons it would be really stupid. Like totally for not important reasons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i decided then that i would go TJ. Wenhui took longer but suddenly on the bus she too decided that TJ was the one. I dunno is our decision or his own realisation... Mingwei, Ronald and Huiping from 14 all suddenly decided to change back to Tj. So... yay... everyone's staying!!! Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535351854320532?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535351854320532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535351854320532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535351854320532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535351854320532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535346866824830</id><published>2006-04-18T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:44:28.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ThIs is Like a damn belated entry larh. Err... basically... it comprises of our 31st Dec gathering all the way until these 4 days of orientation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay so after the few dramamama sessions of party and coming home at like 5am in the morning, my mum decided that enough was enough and banned me from having more parties. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We changed location to freak another mother out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay... joking. We tried to behave this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really tried very hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This time it was at Qi's house and me and Hui went to her house early to help her cook. But you know larh... basically we didn't help to cook much but helped to eat loads. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/bf6ff207.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Qi. I realise me and qi take like super alot of pics coz we're the zi lian kuang. hahaz. And farnie the pictures i take with her are nicer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/68ee8697.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiwen came to join us after a while. Hahaz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/44bfcaeb.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wenhui with "Jelvin's gift to Qiqi" bear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Qiqi has this whole load of soft toys like this huge dog called... i can't remember but its like super nice to hug. And two smaller dogs called milk tea and coffee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/3668195d.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two pathetic guys who were the only ones on time. Mingwei was really poor thing coz i told him he was late and ask him to rush here and in the end he rush here and got nobody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/ee5db10a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;COFFEE!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/7ad5cf45.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/2ddb7046.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/f587c2df.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got really bored waiting for the other guyz. I tink Jason lost his phone or something and they were looking for him. So we decided to take some lame photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/f587c2df.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/0cf49f71.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We took with the guyz too coz they were like more bored than us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/c069732e.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/842a3518.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the rest finally came. We could eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/a8650f7f.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/5353b26c.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spaghetti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Masterpiece of Me, Wenhui, Aiwen and Qiqi... or rather... more of Qiqi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/ea9694c8.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/a4d1511c.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We later went out to celebrate. The fireworks were fantastic. Too bad i could take any photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then... after 31st... there was orientation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my god. TJC alpha rawks man!&lt;br /&gt;I think i cheered more for TJC during these four days than i have cheered for NY in all my four years. It was really fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and miao are in 13/06 while wenhui and mingwei are in 14/06. Which is okay since we have all our lectures together. Initially it was kinda boring. People didn't interact and talked to their old friends and it was really weird because they all walked in the same uniform colour and the four of us were the only ones in different uniforms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OUr OGLs are really cool peepz. Natasha is actually my brownie senior. And she remembers me=) Then there's Li Yuan whom i only knew her name like yesterday even though i talk the most to her. I told her that me and miao were like "sisters" so she kept calling Miao "Da Jie". So we kept calling her "The OGL who calls Miao Da Jie".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here i must really apologize to Miao first cause err... I told some people about the Jie Mei thingy and err... i think some of the gurls thought he wasn't straight. So...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay... lets continue... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's also Liesel whom i remember her name because it sounds like Diesel. And she really talks ALOT!!!!!!! And she got scolded by the other ogls for pulling ogms into OAC. There's also Jeremy who's like 187. Really amazing height to me since all my other guy friends aren't even 170.And theres also a few other ogls that i talked to and their all very cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i think coolest is still Ben Tay, our Zenith clan leader. He really rawks which is why ZENITH WON BEST CLAN!!!!! Woohoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. We are the Zenith&lt;br /&gt;2. We still can't hear you&lt;br /&gt;3. A little louder&lt;br /&gt;4. mOre more more...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ZENITH!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orientation really rawks. The monopoly, the wet games, the mass dance ( I think everyone slimmed down this week) and i think the last day really bonded everyone. Especially OG5. I think we had the best OG outing ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First we went to east coast park for lunch and the OGLs treated us all to ice cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were really crazy on the way larh... like suah ku like that, we were so fascinated with the spy cams under the HDB blocks that we ran to every cam and waved. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then while we crossed the road we saw some elderly helping to manage traffic and they were raising their hands to signal to people. Jeremy dared us to go high five the uncle for a macs icecream but nobody wanted the icecream so we dared him instead and he really went there to high five the uncle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think the uncle must think we're all siao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After lunch we wanted to go bowling but when we reached the bowling alley nobody wanted to bowl coz there were loadsa pro pro uncles and aunties who kept striking. Malu larh... cannot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked out and were discussing what to do. Just then, Jeremy said "lets go crash VJC"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so... our entire OG crashed VJ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Liesel went to test waters and she got in but then when the rest of the group reached the door the security guard got a shock coz we had like 50 peepz?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Jeremy went to talk to him and even went to the GO to ask. Then he came out and said we were allowed in to do one cheer and go out. But as he ushered us in, he winked at us indicating that we should go in further and since he's so tall, the security guard saw it and in the end,jeremy was escorted back to the GO and we had to settle with one cheer and leave. Kinda sad... but still... it was fun doing a TJ cheer in VJ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later, we went to parkway and we saw this canon roadshow and we heard the MC saying " if you can dance to the next song, you get a prize"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So again, all of us went to crash the canon roadshow and the MC almost fell off his seat. LIke suddenly so many people came. We mass danced to "doom". Kinda messy but it was still fun and canon took pictures for all of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We even did a cheer for Canon and a few of the guyz went to do the Canon surfboard challenge. They had to stand on a surfboard that moved and rocked for more than four mins. Jeremy went first but maybe coz he's so tall and his CG too high he fell off after a min. Jin Jie, another OGL stayed on for 3 mins pluz. Really very seh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, we went back for O nite. It was really very cool. Haha... the pageant part was soooo farnie. Billy's skirt kept dropping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ZEniTh WON!!!! Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it was really the best orientation ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We celebrated Hui's bdae too. Okay... so... its a little complicated. But then, Wenhui was angry with the guyz... for i dunno wad reason. Miao was angry with Mingwei for kinda ignoring him... and i was the only innocent party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... we decided to plan this surprise bdae bash to surprise wenhui and solve all the issues. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We wanted let wenhui think we forgot about her birthday and just anyhow settle it with a dinner at macs and i would leave coz my mum would call me to go home, Miao and Mingwei would go for soccer and poor lonely wenhui would go home. Then, we would be waiting for her at her busstop and celebrate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But of course, everything screwed up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, she din wanna eat at Macs. So we went to longjohn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, when i wanted to leave, she wanted to follow and go too... so i could get the cake. Then i tried to bring her away and ask the guyz to get the cake first but our winking and whispering sorta gave us away. Tink she saw me pushing the reciept to mingwei. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And due to my poor acting, she started to get suspicious and kept asking what we planned. The guyz oso kept calling coz they din noe how to carry on after the plans had changed. I was so nervous i almost spilled out everything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IN the end, everyone was still happy. They solved their issues and well... happy family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz... we're really farnie. We all have nicknames. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wenhui is Auntie Coz her dyed hair makes her look very mature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miaohua is Ah Beng coz his hair very ah beng and he always act very beng.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mingwei is Shan Zhu/ Wild boar coz he eat and eat and sleep and sleep but exercise alot so he very black and fit like wild boar like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm Bimbo... coz...well... they say i very bimbotic and brainless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well... at least... Bimbo saved the day. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535346866824830?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535346866824830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535346866824830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535346866824830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535346866824830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-like-damn-belated-entry-larh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535343205157827</id><published>2006-04-18T02:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:43:52.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very long never blog liao coz i've been really busy recently. Got prom... go back kuching... everyday go out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm like super tired now... but i think every minute is worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Especially the last few days. Its surprising how us six eleven peepz always manage to have such great time together even though like we don't really do anything special... it turns out special.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It started on sat night with a bbq at my house. We went out to buy the ingredients and did everything ourselves. It was just like every other normal bbq... just that this time we had more facilities coz at my house marh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wenhui was so kiasu we bought like 100 hotdogs and everyone ate hotdogs until we wanted to puke. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later we played some card games and watched love actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then everyone got kinda sian at like one am and kinda hungry liao... so we went out for supper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all walked to fengshan through anglican... anglican is seriously creepy at night... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seriously think we woke the entire neighbourhood... we were like super loud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the fengshan drinks auntie kept giving us dagger stares coz we bought very little things and kept confusing her with the orders and didn't want to leave after we finished.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the time we finally couldn't take it and decided to leave it was about 3 am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went back continued to play cards and murderer. Darn lame larh... we were talking about what to do when weeshuin suddenly sprung up and said...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weeshuin: Everyone lower your head and close your eyes. If i tap your head once you are the murderer. Twice is police.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone else: 0_0???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaz... so we started playing murderer. Dunno why i was always the one who got killed first.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nearing dawn everyone started to fall asleep. Think we slept for like three hours before we started waking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At about nine we all walked over to simpang bedok for roti prata. The drinks uncle was very nice... he knew we were broke students so he lowered his drinks price for us even though his was the cheapest in the area already. Okay... it was ten cents less... but it was nice...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all had roti prata... the cheese and mushroom was nice... but it was so filling i almost puked... and miao actually ate three pratas... aiwen could also finish wenhui's leftovers... so pro...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we went back and took turns to bathe. I can tell you bathing takes the longest time coz they all want the second and third toilet. Dunno why nobody wanna bathe at the first one. THen those who dun have soap hafta bathe at the second one coz soap everything is there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we finally wanted to leave the house is was like... two? Weeshuin and mingwei juz came and had to leave again. Dunno why weeshuin went into the house and all of us stood outside under the hot sun waiting for him. After fifteen mins we couldn't take it and me and hui went to check on him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wenhui: I think he zuo da de. (aka pass motion)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jenn: Reallie meh? *Bangs on the door* Weeshuin... you zuo da de meh? If you are spiking your hair I'll take a scissors and cut all your hair off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*door opens*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weeshuin emerges with a half done hair which looks ridiculous and a bottle of gel in his hair...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jenn runs for the scissors but he runs for he door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay... so finally... we left and we went to pasir ris to take bus to loyang point for ktv.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bus took super long so we took lotsa lame photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/241c5b40.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wenhui.Shuning.me.kes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/25b81b3d.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;same+qi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/f2d0409a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/63d568c2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ma best fwens&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/98906939.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shanrui and shuning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/81209203.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kes and shuning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz... almost all their clothes were mine... coz they din bring go out clothes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/f9011de1.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kes.shuning.shanrui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/facingdown.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lala... bird's eye view&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got reallie bored so me and qi started to practise the Star Idol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/3d701019.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hiding our smiles...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/emotionless.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back stabber&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/kissing.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muacks. Okay... i noe this is super les...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/boredom.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;melancholia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;think this was the nicest photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the ktv and had a hell of a time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miao and Weeshuin tried to do me in coz they knew of what was going on between me and jason. Okay... not only them... everyone noes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So while singing sun wu kong they did the connection thingy where everyone put their arms together... i was sitting beside jason... so... to make it not that awkward... i put mine on his too...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then... the two of them started laughing and giving me irritating expressions. When the song ended... i took my arm off jason  but not long into the next song... they said "lets start the connection thing" and kept giving me those stupid looks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since i had the mike... i shall put full use to it and put both hands on the mike and pretended to be engrossed in Lian Ai ing. Jason din dare to take initiative and the tension came back again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right after the song... I pulled wenhui to the toilet cause i couldn't take it anymore. If i sat there any longer i would have killed miao and pulled out all of weeshuin's hair because he views his hair more than his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the two of them still had the nerve to look for us at the toilet... not the girls toilet... the toilet was a single unit mixed toilet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wenhui had to pull me back from killing them. They explained their action... but i already knew what they were trying to do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i told them how uncomfortable they were making this situation and in the end... i dunno they understood or my threats worked... they decided to stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we walked back... i made wenhui change seats with me... just in case...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank god they had the brains to take the initiative and take the seat beside Jason so i ended up quite far away from him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoyed the rest of the ktv tremendously... but when the bill came... all of us almost fainted. It was like almost two hundred bucks... coz the drinks and all that were so darn expensive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/a479003a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Us at the ktv.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The pic is very blur coz the waiter who took for us din have the common sense to turn on the flash and i had to edit the photo myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we left... we decided to go buy drinks (alcohol) buy since we were illegal we had to make a detailed plan on how to do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miao and Wenhui looks the oldest after they dyed their hair. Actually... wenhui looks twenty plus but she never buy before so she very nervous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So... we took like five bottles of vodka and waited outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They got past easily but wenhui kept giggling... we quickly left just in case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the mrt... we discussed how to smuggle it into the house... since my parents would kill us if they ever found out... in the end... we split the bottles into people's bags and got through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night... we cooked our own dinner with qiqi as the big chef.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/8b5be94f.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn't help much so i went to do the jiao zi with edwin and weeshuin. Hahaz... it was super obvious which was whose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edwin's one was the super fat with meat almost bursting open one. Mine was the pretty ones that look the nicest and have just nice filling (its my first time doing okay... i'm just talented... hahaz) and weeshuin's one were the ones with practically no meat an all skin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did super fast lah and they kept complaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we fried it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/08357866.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz... edwin kept eating it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/1eaa2337.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OUr dinner!!!! Tada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner me and qi started to wash dishes but i... er... dun really noe how to do household chores larh... so accidents kept happening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like after i washed the basins and all... i put it on the rack to dry put the basins kept falling off. Then later... as i put the basins back... the entire rack fell off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay... i noe... i'm a klutz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mingwei who was free anyway... couldn't take it and took over. Dunno why no more accidents happened. Later Miao offered to mop the floor so i assisted him... okay basically i help him find the mopping solution only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since i couldn't do anything... no... they don't let me do anything... they started treating me like their personal maids... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eg... Miao wanted to mop the floor and mingwei's hands were soapy coz he was washing the dishes... so i actually had to help him fold up his jeans and sleeves... then later i had to help qiqi fold her sleeves oso... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually... i was quite shocked coz i all along thought that miao was the kind that could do household chores and mingwei couldn't. But it was actually the opposite. You would understand if you saw the way miao mopped the floor. It was the same way my brother sweeps the floor in kuching. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We originally wanted to play pool after that but after we cleaned up and everyone bathed... the mrt and busses stop liao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we went up to play cards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a while... we got sian so we took our drinks out to the balcony to drink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We opened three bottles and poured into cups and played guess the number... the person who guesses the number gets the drink. I drank twice. Mingwei kept getting it so he kept drinking until everyone thought he was drunk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like miao said... mingwei normally very quiet and don't talk (mr foo actually thought he had zi bi zheng) but then he was like laughing and saying" come... come and play"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz. Then... we split up the rest the the drinks. The 10% one was super shiok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that... we used to drink bottles to play truth and dare... something we alwayz play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first... it was rather sian... but slowly it got quite fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the guys had to take off their shirts the first time they zhong. After half an hour... all the guys were topless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank god my parents din come up and check or they sure think we all siao and were perverts coz can you imagine four girls with a whole group of topless guys?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there were other interesting things liek one of the guys doing a pole dance with the palm tree... wenhui kissing qi on the cheek... Actually they wanted her to kiss me but i told her i was okay with kissing girls but not my best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz... Miao and Zhi Tao kissed too... but they kissed on the lips... that was like super farnie larh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Jelvin act cute calling wenhui "mummy".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kesleen giving weeshuin massage *note... his shirt was still off*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tio two times. FIrst time they originally wanted me to go whisper in a guy's ear I love you... in the end... they changed and made me go tell jason... "i treasure you alot as a friend"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was okay with that... but i hope they don't keep doing this kinda things. Its weird you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the second one was Mingwei's dare but he needed a partner then spin to me. So in the end he had to put his hands around me shoulder and "dian" me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the minute we looked at each other... i burst out laughing... the whole scene was supposed to be somewhat romantic but the whole thing was so hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later... we went back to play murderer and at five we decided to sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seriously think we are dumbos... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole house is so big yet all of us chose to squeeze in the tiny living room on the third floor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first... we anyhow sleep and people kept screaming...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"stop kicking my butt"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ow... my head"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"stop pulling the blanket"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so we had to sit up and rearrange such that we slept parallel and our legs faced each other but since the room was short... our legs came up to the other party's waist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My feet were super cold and kept pulling mingwei's blanket since he was sleeping opposite me... but dunno who was sleeping at my feet and everytime i pulled the blanket to cover my feet i covered his face too... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so in the end i had to sleep with cold feet. I was stuck on my left the entire night too coz someone put his/her legs on mine and i couldn't move the entire night... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;which explains why i still have a backache.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02315.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how it looks after half the people woke up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02321.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02320.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sho cute right...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz... the gays(aka miao and ming) where hugging each other as they sleep during dawn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02319.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;edwin the mermaid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02322.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The smarter girls who moved to the room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02324.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02323.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Evidence of our crimes hidden in the toilet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02325.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poor bunny had sagging whiskers after playing truth and dare with us the entire night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/6bf0d40e.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and hui&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me, qi and mingwei got up to make breakfast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/DSC02326.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our Ai Xin Zao Can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz... Qiqi is a great cook... but he eggs are terribly ugly. Mine on the other hand looks nicer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay... with exception of the "scrambled egg"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our hard boiled eggs had brain tumour too.. Hahaz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We made french toast for the last few bread an eggs but there were only three slices so the three of us ate it. Cook privileges.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We played guess the number again to finish the food and told ghost stories...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then... we started to plan our christmas party. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It sounds absolutely exciting... yay...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaz... we drew lots to each get a person to buy a christmas gift for. Mine... haahz... shan't tell you for now since its supposed to be a secret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sho looking foward to christmas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"all i want for christmas... "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535343205157827?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535343205157827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535343205157827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535343205157827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535343205157827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/very-long-never-blog-liao-coz-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535338700134625</id><published>2006-04-18T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:43:07.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh yeah... Os is finally over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bit not used to it yet. Just go shopping and have fun all day after you've been slogging for the past year...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways... half our class rushed down to town to catch "harry potter and the goblet of fire". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woohoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/group_800.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it was way darn cool larh! The graphic effects and all especially many things in the triwizard competition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUt there were some parts quite unsatisfactory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like for example i seriously think it was way damn short. But still... it is great that the director changed such a thick book to only two and a half hours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They totally cut out the quiditch cup part... and then they jumped right into the triwizard competition...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually they cut out a whole lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend was complaining that ron din ask for Krum's signature. Hahaz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many of the cast were also kinda weird. First of all was Fleur... okay... the actress was pretty enough... but Fluer was supposed to be glam and all... not wearing track pants half the show...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And whats a bear acting as Krum? Err... wasn't krum supposed to be like cool and like ignore others... like Jay Chou that kind...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHY BECOME LIKE THAT?!?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I liked krum in the book. The movie krum sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i always thought mad eye to be thinner and look a little more... mad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes... and karkaroff... eh... i thought he would look a little older... and... meaner or wadeva.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Madam wadshernameagain.... the beauxbaton pricipal... was supposed to be this glam and dignified woman... why the hell did she turn out to be badly in need of a bucket of botox... and picking some disgusting thing of hagrid's beard to eat?!?!?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least of course... is our dear voldemort...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He looks like an alien. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not the least like a mutated freak human being who lives to kill harry potter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND WHY IS HE BALD?!?!?!?! IT MAKES HIM LOOK SHO HILARIOUS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway... the movie's so packed that you seriously don't have much time to think about these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway... me, ever, daph, weiduo, ck and layz went to leeweisong's music school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weiduo is seriously mad larh... She kept saying... "arh... my idol. Lee wei song!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dotz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i think the two guys that are going to produce an album super farnie... the "wo bu shi song cheng xian" dance damn obiang leh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the other guy... his clothes seriously cmi larh. Like some xiang xia come one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But i think it was a great experience larh. Like the vocal clinic quite useful. ANd you slowly learn that everyone's voice is so because of their background. Like the guy who looks super ah beng... his voice also very ah beng... and try to imitate andy lau. Aik ling will jump of the ledge when she hears his version of zai shuo yi ci wo ai ni.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And me, i tend to overuse my head tone because i'm trained to use my headtone in choir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weiduo prefers the softer kind of pop song... so her voice is softer... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And like Ck... coz of her hongkong background... she's more shy and gentle and doesn't dare to open her mouth and sing out loud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we even could record demo. Woo! Sho cool. Like pop artist like that. Summore the teacher who sang damn nice heard my demo and said my demo very good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha... so happy. A professional say i sing well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quite alot of farnie things happened too. We were sitting there waiting for daph to do her demo, then lee wei song walked past. Weiduo was so nervous that she almost fainted when he turned around and said hello to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And when weiduo was recording he demo, me and ck waited for her at the door, then the two guys who are supposed to have an album( I seriously dont' know why they bloodily don't wanna have a group name. I seriously can't rmb their names lah) were standing next to us and kept turning around to look at us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was telling ck next time when they become popular like stefanie or Lin jun jie... then we can say... "last time i stood next to them, and they even turn to l0ok at us"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then they were leaning on the demo's door, then weiduo tried to push a little... then they were like "sorrysorry".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then later we stood outside the office talking... then we saw a poster of theirs and started criticising their costume and looks and all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just then...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they walked out...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;arh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So embarrassing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caught staring at their poster when the real ones walk past... and worse still criticising the poster.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But they quite ke lian... sit there whole afternoon no one buy their cd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18494189-114535338700134625?l=bimbotism.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/feeds/114535338700134625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18494189&amp;postID=114535338700134625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535338700134625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18494189/posts/default/114535338700134625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimbotism.blogspot.com/2006/04/ooh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04404682926770549215</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18494189.post-114535335298050879</id><published>2006-04-18T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T02:42:32.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo... finally got back results... sucked though. Not gonna tell you wad i gort. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway... these few days were all the JC's open house so the few of us decided to go check it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TJ was quite funky... gort rock wall and all that sort... lotsa peepz climbing. I took cab there... sobz... damn ex... totally broke now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/55dfe765.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Qi at TJC open house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i got there i met wenhui and miaohua at the track. Mingwei was playing soccer. Quite weird that you go other people's school to play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway... we later went on to look around the school. I was quite impressed by the principal's speech though... so different from madm mak. Oooh... and Dance is cool. Maybe first three months i'll try for dance and sailing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mingwei later went for tuition so only me, wenhui, qi and miaohua were left. Hahaz. We threw all our goody bags at him saying it was part of his "gentlemen training". See... if you are the only guy left... that's what happens to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to bedok to eat and talked quite long. We sat in front of the mutton soup stall and i think the uncle got quite pissed with us for occupying the space that he started to put his things on our table like chasing us away. No choice lor... zao4 lor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next morning me and wenhui gort up early to study at mac. That stupid woman ask me to meet her sho early say wanna study longer but in the end she herself was late. And i couldn't study at Macs either... so noisy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 11.30 we went to meet the edwin, miaohua and mingwei. I realised that most peepz were there liaoz lor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/f74fcaff.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Us finally at TJC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/5ad81ceb.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We met Jia Min there. She's the only one with sufficient points to get into VJ i think. Some peepz say actually i can oso but arts stream... i rather go TJ then. At least all of them are there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/d081f6e6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Hui at the VJ treehouse thingy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VJ's the only school with a treehouse. Quite funky but a bit kiddish for a JC. Resembles the one at Pasir Ris park.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/ac7783d6.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me and Jia Min. Can you believe it... the last time i took photo with her alone was... my P6 birthday!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/ba7dbe1a.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hui and Jia Min.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later we took cab to SA to get shoe bag. Totally waste of money larh. The shoebag was sho cheapo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Din took any photos there. THe atmosphere was kinda weird. Everyone was like daodao one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We then went to Harbour front to eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were like fooling around at Macs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/e3dfea81.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The gays... aka... xiang4 gong1 and niang2 zi3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Episode of the three musketeers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Musketeer one:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a390/bluerosegal/72bd091d.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mingwei: Ha! I will poke you with this... god knows what!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muskete
