<?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-14766419</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:20:17.457+08:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>chingyism</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-3384869267340663020</id><published>2008-05-05T02:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:27:28.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SB3_jCM0IUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UE3J13RGMh0/s1600-h/muacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SB3_jCM0IUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UE3J13RGMh0/s400/muacks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196590522406543682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOGAGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGGAAAAh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CHING &lt;3 STEVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/14766419-3384869267340663020?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/3384869267340663020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=3384869267340663020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/3384869267340663020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/3384869267340663020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2008/05/googaga-gagagagagagagagagagagagagagagag.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SB3_jCM0IUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UE3J13RGMh0/s72-c/muacks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-5099111648037613782</id><published>2008-04-26T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T17:20:59.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we all have this tendency to hate things we cannot control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i hate Israel, USA's foreign policies, the way the free world exploit the Third World so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have big dreams, dreams that include working in an organization that will help to alleviate the conditions in the Third World, not just by providing aid but by formulating policies, dreams that  include empowering people in the Third World with knowledge, rather than stupid Singaporean kids that 'mature' too fast, only care about having selfish fun, and boast around their ability to find a high paying job with their attained qualifications. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these dreams, to you, are so big that they are impractical, but all I can say is, at least I have a dream that does not seek to serve myself; what do you have other than yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are empowered by knowledge. but we use this knowledge to our own advantage at the expense of those who do not. we deprive them of it so that we can exploit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wad kinda "free world" are we living in? sure we free ourselves, but hypocritically we enslave others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-5099111648037613782?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5099111648037613782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=5099111648037613782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/5099111648037613782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/5099111648037613782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-all-have-this-tendency-to-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-2406496732643268696</id><published>2008-04-22T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:24:34.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I (try to) mug away for my upcoming exams, here's something to ruminate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors="#ffffff,#292929,#808080,#000000,#cc9900,#cccc99,#999933,#b2b2b2"&gt;  &lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" class="O"&gt;  &lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:32;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“For those who stubbornly seek freedom, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;there can be no more urgent task than to &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;come to understand the mechanisms and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;practices of indoctrination. These are easy &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;to perceive in the totalitarian societies, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;much less so in the system of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“brainwashing under freedom” to which &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;we are subjected and which all too often &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;we serve as willing or unwitting &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:32;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;instruments.”&lt;br /&gt;-- Noam Chomsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever believes the USA is a true advocator of freedom and choice is really naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-2406496732643268696?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2406496732643268696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=2406496732643268696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/2406496732643268696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/2406496732643268696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/while-i-try-to-mug-away-for-my-upcoming.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-979947451984642729</id><published>2008-04-13T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T16:38:35.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Why the newspaper and I have a love-hate relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent current events and exposure to history and geopolitics have spurred me to pick up the newspaper and read, for once in years, the news section rather than Life!. As intriguing as it was, at the end of reading my heart has never been heavier (aside from the times I quarrel with steven) and given a gun I would have shot people like the Israeli PM Ehud Olmert if he were in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things that have gotten me in this $*(&amp;amp;@*( mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. The Tibetan- Chinese issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no doubt see Western agenda in this whole shit. Dai Lama (a monk who eats meat: what the?) is sinisterly using the Olympics to garner support for his "human rights" issue. The West, in particular the U Ass of A, is afraid of China rising that goes without saying. It cannot stand the idea that there could be another superpower that will have a say in the way they handle world affairs, the way the invade places like Iraq and the way they conveniently exploit the Third World. What they do not see, however, is that while China may rise economically and militarily, it will probably never be able to replicate the cultural imperialism of the USA. Over here we're looking at two forms of power: hard power (military strength) and soft power (cultural influence). It's almost impossible for China to have the latter.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the thing is, Tibet IS part of China. It has been part of China since1246. In 1907 Britain and Russia acknowledged Chinese control of Tibet. If the West condones Israel, THE COUNTRY CREATED OUT OF PALESTINIAN LAND IN THE NOT-SO-LONG-AGO 1949 (will talk more about this later), why are they making so much noise about China's control of Tibet, something established since CENTURIES ago? I say they're just trying to impede, or should I say, prevent China from rising. If Tibet successfully gains sovereignty (and I will just laugh at how their economy will suffer in this Capitalist world), China may face an internal break up like the USSR. Manchuria and the area over HeilongJiang may well contest Chinese control and Taiwan will probably never be incorporated into China.&lt;br /&gt;If people were to argue that Tibetans are of a different ethnic make-up as Chinese, then, in the words of Dr Ong Siew Chey, "by the same token, perhaps the Americans and the Australians should also leave their countries".&lt;br /&gt;What is more important, however, is that we should realize that China is not abusing Tibet. If not because of China, Tibet will still be this backward country in which monasteries command thousands of unpaid farming serfs and slaves. Now who's talking about human rights here? It was China who modernized the province and abolished slavery. It is with China that "all children can now have free secular education" in Tibet and "living standards and life expectancy... improved greatly" (Dr Ong).  Do I see abuse here?&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, those son of a bitch Western nations should stfu up human rights when these are conveniently ignored in exploiting Third World labour and resources, when the USA kills innocent Iraqi and Iranian civilians, when there are problems of BODY PARTS trade in Kosovo and Albania. Fucking hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Torch Protests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is irrefutably linked to the Tibetan issue. Protesters from, again, the Western countries, like Britain and France try to attack the olympic torch relay. These two pictures that appeared in the Straits Times yesterday (12 April 2008) are telling of the protest movements.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SAG1DakwwMI/AAAAAAAAABU/4IQlTeGrSl4/s1600-h/tourch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SAG1DakwwMI/AAAAAAAAABU/4IQlTeGrSl4/s400/tourch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188627315985268930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/44547000/jpg/_44547277_ap466aprehend.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SAG2bKkwwNI/AAAAAAAAABc/vzEnCTuxkf0/s1600-h/scream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SAG2bKkwwNI/AAAAAAAAABc/vzEnCTuxkf0/s400/scream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188628823518789842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/Free/Story/STIStory_226198.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking the above picture would have been better represented like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SAG7-KkwwOI/AAAAAAAAABk/9KqRB9miLOE/s1600-h/shout.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SAG7-KkwwOI/AAAAAAAAABk/9KqRB9miLOE/s320/shout.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188634922372350178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway. These protests, as i said just now, are acts of hypocrisy. &lt;span&gt;China's ambassador to Britain, Fu Ying, has aptly pointed out that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"demonstrators who disrupted the relay in protest over China's crackdown in Tibet were misinformed", and "of those who protested loudly, many probably have not seen Tibet". (http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/afp_asiapacific/view/341139/1/.html)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is depicted in the "free" Western media is mediated; they feed their people with pictures of Tibetan protesters struggling with Chinese policemen, but omit pictures of Tibetans hurling rocks at the latter. And honestly, how many of these people have studied Tibetan-Chinese relations well enough to go into the street to protest that this is against Human rights? it is sheer absurdity that Chinese quelling of Tibetan violence is taken with outrage. You telling me the USA and you fellow European pieces of shit dont ever do that? You will just let protesters burn your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; embassies?? what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, these protests movements are essentially political and motivated to deter China from "[showcasing] the country's progress and opening up to the world" (PM Lee). And he rightly conjures that these torch protests and "displays of contempt for China and things Chinese will have consequences in their lifetime, well beyond the Olympic games". The pea brained people dont realize their heavy dependence on China. As depicted by the cartoon below lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SAG9w6kwwPI/AAAAAAAAABs/pU6-0PFxXPs/s1600-h/20534_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SAG9w6kwwPI/AAAAAAAAABs/pU6-0PFxXPs/s320/20534_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188636893762339058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) TheMiddle East Conflict: Israel-Palestine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stand is clear: I stand with Palestinians.&lt;br /&gt;Israel was created from the partition drawn up by the British Mandate of Palestine. It's really a joke. The British go into Palestine and draw borders as they wish, dictating that oh this is a place for Jews and this part is for Arabs. Just like what they did elsewhere in Middle East, defining borders, saying this is Syria, this is Iraq, blahblahblah. And oh Jews have the right to this land according to their fucking religious history. RELIGIOUS. People can argue against the HISTORICAL fact that Tibet is part of China. yet they accept this whole bullshit idea of RELIGIOUS BACKING. get a fucking life and stop imposing your fucking religious views on Arabs/Palestinians who dont share the same fucking views.&lt;br /&gt;Like that's not bad enough, claiming Palestinian land for their own, Israel goes on to occupy even more strips of land than initially given to them. HELLO! In the first place why the fuck are Palestinians paying for your tragedy in GERMANY? Why dont the Germans give up a part of their fucking land??! Hello to the West??  Seriously, it's these things that Israel are doing now to Palestinians that makes me hardly sorry for the Jewish extermination in the Holocaust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they justify their building of a wall and affecting water supplies (of cos, advantageous to them but not to the Palestinians) on the basis of SECURITY. They blame it on people like the Hamas militants. They dont realize that these "terrorist" groups are borne out of HOPELESSNESS and HELPLESSNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and recently Hamas militants killed 2 Israelis... so Israel mobilizes ten tanks and two armoured bulldozers into Gaza and kill 7 Palestinians... wow, behaving just like their big bro America! Israeli lives are more precious than Palestinians just as an American life is worth more than the Vietnamese's!  And read:  It's not even the   Hamas who instigated the earlier raid. &lt;span&gt;"Three smaller armed groups claimed responsibility for the attack, but Israel blames Hamas because it controls Gaza, where it ousted forces loyal to moderate Palestinian president Mahmud Abbas in June". But wtv. People have died.  And PM Ehud Olmert has claimed that "[the Hamas] will have to bear the inevitable price for its actions" and went on to add "I promise you that the response against Hamas will no longer be able to act against Israeli citizens". '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont I hear anything about Israel's threat being a terrorist threat? Heyheyhey if the Mehdist Army/ Moqtada Al-Sadr declares that to America, can you imagine whats gonna happen to Iraq? (like the situation aint bad enough there). And anyway concerning Iraq - do people honestly believe the USA was just there to free the Iraqis from Saddam? It was just an EXCUSE, a JUSTIFICATION, i'll tell you it's not even their concern, because if not for the vast oil reserves there, they wouldnt send a single American soldier there. JUST LOOK AT AFRICA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will go and find out more after my exams and talk about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/14766419-979947451984642729?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/979947451984642729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=979947451984642729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/979947451984642729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/979947451984642729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-newspaper-and-i-have-love-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SAG1DakwwMI/AAAAAAAAABU/4IQlTeGrSl4/s72-c/tourch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-1468026732419713238</id><published>2008-01-18T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T21:26:08.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHOONIE MIAO DIDI DEAL WITH IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna do well this sem i swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will give you the most memorable day, i promise. anticipating that one smile and twinkle in the eyes that tells me im the one you want for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-1468026732419713238?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1468026732419713238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=1468026732419713238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/1468026732419713238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/1468026732419713238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-phoonie-miao-didi-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-8807745043282526939</id><published>2008-01-06T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:54:13.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha no more "i love singapore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time, hasnt it? so many things have happened within the past half a year, i guess my recounting now wouldnt give it the necessary coverage... and that would take more than an hour to write so i cant really be arsed to do that. so i will jsut summarize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lemme just talk abt the thing closest to my heart (other than family of cos)-- my rship with steven.. well we've gone through a rough patch not too long ago, but have emerged stronger... we are two very different people, i admit, and unfortunately similar in less desirable ways like our hot tempers haha. we go through quite a lot of the typical-man-and-typical-woman-traits type of problems haha...and having spent so long together, we tend to take things for granted perhaps which aggravates things... so we're both trying to change ourselves for the better, like for me, im trying to be less argumentative and he's trying to be more patient and loving towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured out that the stuff that we did together for dates had become too regular and bland, and so we've planned new stuff to do together, you know, activities that requires more communication than watching a movie! we just cooked together today:D:D:D:D:D it's funny to watch eat other try to gobble down the unsavory food we made hahahah wait my dish wasnt bad ok. and it's good! as in this kinda more-interaction activity... i really feel so much closer to him today:&gt; oooh especially when i was resting in his bed later coughing my lungs out and he suddenly woke me up with a spoonful of medicine in one hand and a glass of WARM water in the other! :)))) haha i capped 'warm' cos a less thoughtful guy would have just brought the normal temp water. heee :))))) that really made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i said to briefly talk abt things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gonna dota with friends will update again tmw or sth BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-8807745043282526939?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8807745043282526939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=8807745043282526939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/8807745043282526939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/8807745043282526939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2008/01/haha-no-more-i-love-singapore-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-8413284905173720024</id><published>2007-07-26T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T14:04:22.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE SINGAPORE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans oughtta learn how to appreciate their country more instead of going "ProPaganDa lah" at everything. Name one successful and prosperous country which doesnt use propaganda and I will show you what is serious censorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the songs below are the classics. What's with the new but horrible NDP songs nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Count on Me Singapore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a vision for tomorrow, just believe, just believe&lt;br /&gt;We have a goal for Singapore, we can achieve, we can achieve&lt;br /&gt;You and me, we'll do our part, stand together, heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;We're going to show the world what Singapore can be&lt;br /&gt;We can achieve, we can achieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something down the road that we can strive for&lt;br /&gt;We are told no dream's too bold that we can't try for&lt;br /&gt;There's a spirit in the air, it's a feeling we all share&lt;br /&gt;We're going to build a better life, for you and me&lt;br /&gt;We can achieve, we can achieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count on me Singapore, count on me to give my best and more&lt;br /&gt;You and me, we'll do our part, stand together, heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;We're going to show the world what Singapore can be&lt;br /&gt;We can achieve, we can achieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Count on me Singapore, Count on me Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Count on me to give my best and more, count on me Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Repeat Chorus )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together Singapore Singapore ( X 2 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stand up for Singapore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up for Singapore, do the best you can&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for your fellow man&lt;br /&gt;You've got to make a stand&lt;br /&gt;Recognise you can play your part&lt;br /&gt;Let it come right from your heart&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to give a little more&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, stand up for Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up for Singapore, do it with a smile&lt;br /&gt;If you stand up for Singapore&lt;br /&gt;You'll find it all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself, you've got something to share&lt;br /&gt;So show us all you really care&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to give a little more&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, stand up for Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore our home and nation&lt;br /&gt;Together with determination&lt;br /&gt;Join in like we've never done before&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, stand up for Singapore ( X 3 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;One People, One Nation, One Singapore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've built a nation with our hands&lt;br /&gt;The toil of people from a dozen lands&lt;br /&gt;Strangers when we first began, now we're Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;Let's reach out for Singapore, join our hands forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;One people, one nation, one Singapore&lt;br /&gt;That's the way that we will be forevermore&lt;br /&gt;Every creed and every race, has its role and has its place&lt;br /&gt;One people, one nation, one Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the time comes for the test&lt;br /&gt;Our vigilance will never rest&lt;br /&gt;We'll be united, hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;We'll show the world just where we stand&lt;br /&gt;And reach out for Singapore, join our hands forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Repeat Chorus x 2 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One people, one nation, one Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are Singapore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when people said&lt;br /&gt;That Singapore won't make it, but we did&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when troubles seemed too much&lt;br /&gt;For us to take, but we did&lt;br /&gt;We built a nation, strong and free, reaching out together&lt;br /&gt;For peace and harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 1:&lt;br /&gt;This is my country, this is my flag&lt;br /&gt;This is my future, this is my life&lt;br /&gt;This is my family, these are my friends&lt;br /&gt;We are Singapore, Singaporeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore our homeland, it's here that we belong&lt;br /&gt;All of us united, one people marching on&lt;br /&gt;We've come so far together, our common destiny&lt;br /&gt;Singapore forever, a nation strong and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Repeat Chorus 1 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Sung )&lt;br /&gt;We the citizens of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Pledge ourselves as one united people&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of race, language or religion&lt;br /&gt;To build a democratic society&lt;br /&gt;Based on justice and equality&lt;br /&gt;So as to achieve happiness&lt;br /&gt;Prosperity and progress for our nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;We are Singapore, we are Singapore&lt;br /&gt;We will stand together, hear the lion roar&lt;br /&gt;We are Singapore, we are Singapore&lt;br /&gt;We're a nation strong and free forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Repeat Chorus 1 &amp;amp; 2 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Singapore, Singaporeans ( X 2 )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-8413284905173720024?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8413284905173720024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=8413284905173720024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/8413284905173720024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/8413284905173720024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-singapore-singaporeans-oughtta.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-2688114093468575436</id><published>2007-07-17T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:05:43.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" i carry your heart with me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still do-- except that it is like a bar of kit kat&lt;br /&gt;melted into a ball of mess in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;which i try to wash away but still sticks to my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stumped to even ask&lt;br /&gt;how are you today&lt;br /&gt;it was never so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i watch you&lt;br /&gt;recumbent in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;i wish to stroke your face and tell you&lt;br /&gt;i love you and i wish i could take away whatever pain you feel&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time&lt;br /&gt;im angry and i want to hit you awake&lt;br /&gt;and demand to know why you so uncompromisingly bring it upon yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed&lt;br /&gt;to become someone so cold&lt;br /&gt;because i thought ive witnessed enough&lt;br /&gt;to not feel sorry for anyone&lt;br /&gt;and now when it's pressed up against me&lt;br /&gt;i rather not think about it&lt;br /&gt;believing it will go away because&lt;br /&gt;it is what you created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come home...&lt;br /&gt;im begging you&lt;br /&gt;she's begging you&lt;br /&gt;he's begging you&lt;br /&gt;is that not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went to america, and never came back.&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/14766419-2688114093468575436?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2688114093468575436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=2688114093468575436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/2688114093468575436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/2688114093468575436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-i-really-did.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-8335709252842830785</id><published>2007-07-11T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:35:05.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from 4 days of OBS.... at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cut out for roughing it out outdoors man. I am scared of bugs and dun at all fancy the thought of wild boars chionging towards me. The activities are enjoyable, like kayaking and outdoor climbing obstacle courses or wtv they are called, but what made the camp less desirable was the lack of sleeping time and tight schedule.. but dun blame them since it is not supposed to be some leisure camp la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to blog much about it. Just glad to be back and be able to noob around in dota, wash my face, do masks, have decent baths, lie on my nice clean bed anytime i want to, and go shopping anytime i want, and oh yes, wear my pretty new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, cuddle in the ever comforting chest of my darling baby and relish in the warm protection of his strong arms. and smell the smell that only he has! : ))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-8335709252842830785?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8335709252842830785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=8335709252842830785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/8335709252842830785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/8335709252842830785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-from-4-days-of-obs.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-8545412426092657013</id><published>2007-07-03T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:47:23.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>are yall just waiting for the day when she lies in the coffin before you'd cry and say "i should never have....."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouting is all you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying is all you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just, please, shut the fuck up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you, son of a bitch mother fucking bastard, i still curse you to get run over by a car, have your fucking face slammed onto the concrete road, your bloody face scraped against it like sandpaper, twist your neck and have your limbs all contorted and u dont mother fucking die just yet until i come over and kick at whats left of your miserable self and spit on your fucking face, if you even have one left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-8545412426092657013?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8545412426092657013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'd be so touched if a guy wrote such a song for me.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey There Delilah"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Plain White T's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You'll know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&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/14766419-6223576982151577024?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6223576982151577024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=6223576982151577024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/6223576982151577024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/6223576982151577024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/07/id-be-so-touched-if-guy-wrote-such-song.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-672104973818854004</id><published>2007-06-29T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T17:16:45.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is the last day of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more waking up at 7 40am&lt;br /&gt;No more coming late to work 15- 30 mins late&lt;br /&gt;No more distasteful food (ok it's not that bad but it gets boring)&lt;br /&gt;No more annoying colleagues&lt;br /&gt;No more struggles to open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;No more sitting in front of the comp and spacing out&lt;br /&gt;No more customers' emails&lt;br /&gt;No more vantif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically i dun do much work even after being relocated to the main office. at most 10 emails a day or less. but its super boring cos here, you cant dota, you cant play online games, you can surf youtube but you cant switch on the sound or have headphones on -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only downside is No more $$ as well. but its ok. i rather have my freedom to sleep till 10am every day. office hours dont help my eye circles and bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spending hell lotta money and im broke:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought in the past mth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 blue dress&lt;br /&gt;1 motif blouse&lt;br /&gt;4 dorothy perkin tops&lt;br /&gt;1 mango green bag&lt;br /&gt;1 vincci yellow bag&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of green-white striped shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are the main things. the problem is, i make a list of what i want to buy, but i buy everything else but them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i spend $300 on my dads present (supposed to be $150..), $100 on my older sis, another $50 on my younger sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never used to spend so much money and im a bit taken aback by myself. I might have some teeny problems managing my finances in the future if i go on like that. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuuuuuugh dun wanna blog abt lame things anymore. yeah im jsut trying to do sth with the last 45 mins im here in this office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-672104973818854004?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/672104973818854004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=672104973818854004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/672104973818854004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/672104973818854004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-is-last-day-of-work-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-8698120189834906739</id><published>2007-06-22T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:48:58.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/RnuMbejF6II/AAAAAAAAABM/j5A7_8My3dk/s1600-h/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078807408474974338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/RnuMbejF6II/AAAAAAAAABM/j5A7_8My3dk/s400/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is there anyone who can look at this picture and not feel like crying?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-8698120189834906739?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8698120189834906739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=8698120189834906739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/8698120189834906739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/8698120189834906739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-there-anyone-who-can-look-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/RnuMbejF6II/AAAAAAAAABM/j5A7_8My3dk/s72-c/j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-553166067862961383</id><published>2007-06-04T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T14:13:27.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 In the Morning - Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to find another day&lt;br /&gt;The moon got lost again last night&lt;br /&gt;But now the sun has finally had its say&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts when I think&lt;br /&gt;When I let it sink in&lt;br /&gt;It's all over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you sleep, it hurts a lot&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You've got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to know I'm safe&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to lose the love I've found&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you said that you would change&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair how you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't be complete, can you give me more?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp;amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, you know what I need&lt;br /&gt;Save all your love up for me&lt;br /&gt;We can't escape the love&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything that you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; all I know is&lt;br /&gt;You got to give me everything&lt;br /&gt;&amp; nothing less cause&lt;br /&gt;You know I give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you everything that I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm handin' over everything that I've got&lt;br /&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever wanna have to go &amp;amp; give you up&lt;br /&gt;Stay up till Four In The Morning &amp; the tears are pouring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to make it worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing for all this time?&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we're gonna do it, come on do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Give you everything)&lt;br /&gt;(Give you all of me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-553166067862961383?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/553166067862961383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=553166067862961383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/553166067862961383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/553166067862961383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/06/4-in-morning-gwen-stefani-waking-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-4265498565847027851</id><published>2007-05-24T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T17:59:02.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly Clarkson is the living proof that most celebs pictures are digitally enhanced. unforunately for clarkson the pic on the right looks as though someone has literally digitally enhanced her everywhere. especially her face. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/RlVcwQvSHyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zGrhrSo0LeE/s1600-h/gr_fotos_kelly_clarkson_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068058939872124706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/RlVcwQvSHyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zGrhrSo0LeE/s320/gr_fotos_kelly_clarkson_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/RlVc9QvSHzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eFX1mHicVlQ/s1600-h/FATPIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068059163210424114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/RlVc9QvSHzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/eFX1mHicVlQ/s320/FATPIG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;one thing i can swear on is that i will never allow myself to get &lt;em&gt;THIS&lt;/em&gt; fat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my contract as an admin assistant is coming to an end! not very excited cos i dota and watch desperate housewives and go for lunchbreaks of 2 hrs (like today.).. and above all, the anti-social me actually made friends. lol. cheekeong hongkoon and sanghow they're called. and cheekeong being the one whose singing used to annoy me. funny, after we all got to know each other better, he's actually stopped singing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;took a day off yday to go for my medical check up which only took an hour actually. spend the day with the man of my life. woke up feeling like i could just burst into tears any moment (must be the PMS mood swing) but went to bed like a happily-tucked-into-bed lil'girl. we had semi-buffet dinner at M-hotel (yeah like, cant you think of a better name) which was yumyum. pardon the vocab haven been writing for eons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i loved you harder than earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;it takes more than just forgiveness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;to expunge this brooding unease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i love you harder than earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am bound to take more than forgiveness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;to love you.&lt;/em&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/14766419-4265498565847027851?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4265498565847027851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=4265498565847027851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/4265498565847027851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/4265498565847027851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/05/kelly-clarkson-is-living-proof-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/RlVcwQvSHyI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zGrhrSo0LeE/s72-c/gr_fotos_kelly_clarkson_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-4133588673633142546</id><published>2007-05-03T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:38:12.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it that even after 4 years, I still anticipate a date with you like a young girl on a first date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there must be something about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love being with you. When I'm out with you, I can do anything I want. If I felt like to eat ice cream, you'd buy it for me. If I'm cold on the MRT, you'd hug me. And you dont even wait till I get shoved around by others who rush into the train before you wrap your arms around me to protect me. When I'm tired (and even when I'm not), you'd let me lie on the most comfortable chingspot ever and let me drool on your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And best of all, you only treat me, and no one else, this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I feel like your princess.... for all the bitch I am(and the bastard you can be), I have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why, I accede to all your requests (ok no without limits :P).  because you'e worth it: &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stevendarling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about you makes my skin tingle;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i dunno why, but I can never write such things in our anniversary/vday/your brithday cards! i am always at a loss for words when i &lt;em&gt;have to&lt;/em&gt; pen them down)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-4133588673633142546?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4133588673633142546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=4133588673633142546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/4133588673633142546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/4133588673633142546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-is-it-that-even-after-4-years-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-765991010116266721</id><published>2007-05-03T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:00:51.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>see. Never say never, because you will end up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I supposed to be happy? it's my future afterall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-765991010116266721?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/765991010116266721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=765991010116266721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/765991010116266721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/765991010116266721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/05/see.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-4140310894272548164</id><published>2007-04-24T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T13:38:25.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was my 4th year anniversary with the man of my life a.k.a Steven Goh! :))))&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought for him this uber cool Razer gaming mouse called DeathAdder, and a couple of polo tees for us each! Yay now we have a couple tee which is not gay; Ive seen several couples with really gayish couple tshirts (not the customized ones) which totally deflates the boyfriend's machismo thanks to those bright coloured cartoons on the shirts. Anyway I also made him a card :)) I dunno why, but when it comes to making cards for him, i can always think of something nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056839755612034386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/Ri2A9ydUFVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PuTTwGGiOuo/s320/deathadder_LRG2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/Ri1oDCdUFSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Xs7_SrVsMLc/s1600-h/deathadder_LRG2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the deathadder! totally slick eh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In exchange the man of my life! bought me... this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056839377654912322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/Ri2AnydUFUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/olopqNG0N5o/s320/1jad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/Ri1n_CdUFRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D8BQGBMnOn4/s1600-h/1jad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's the Christian Dior's J'adore perfume! I've never used a fragrance before (Im not smelly lor) but I guess I'll have to from now! I like to smell how he wants me to smell heh! :D the perfume came along with this small bottle of the J'adore's body lotion and a Christian Dior pouch which i guess is meant for the perfume but it's big enough to use as a handbag and I like it very much! in fact i think i was more obsessed with the bag than the perfume :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also bought me, or should I say us, this couple's diary which has a lot of stuff for us to fill in as a couple to help us keep track of our relationship etc, as the book says haha:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056838922388378930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/Ri2ANSdUFTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WAM-J0pIGxw/s320/couple.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he made me a card too! using orgami! so sweet cos he's sooo not the arty farty type! when i went over to his place yday i saw so many crumpled pieces of construction papers on his table and i was like &lt;em&gt;awwwwwwwww!&lt;/em&gt; in my heart. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! We went to Sentosa yesterday : )) Unfortunately, it started to rain like 30 mins after we got there and had a short dip in the sea. And the rain was seriously heavy. Damn the weather! but love surpasses all shitty moments (haha :P) and we dumped our stuff in a locker, carrying only his semi-waterproof bag with the important stuff and we walked around in the rain in our swim wear haha! people must have thought we were crazy, but we only had one small towel to share which we had to save for bathing time. There werent exactly proper sheltered places anyway, walking in the rain was better than standing outside the toilet -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we walked from siloso beach to palawan beach and took cover at the playground haha.. the rain poured for a really long time and so we just cuddled together and talked.. one of the many best things about love is that it makes you feel warm and happy even in such dreary situations as this when the blodoy rain ruins ur anniversary plans lol.. : &gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rain stopped at about 6pm, and we played in the waters of palawan beach! we crossed the bridge to the other small stretch of beach where the sand was really soft and perfect for moulding stuff! :D I moulded a person but that stupid man stomped on it when i went into the water so i threw mud at him. And then he began to do handstands (or issit headstands? but u cant stand on your head right? :S) in the water and created huge splashes everytime he did so and it was pretty embarrassing cos there were so many people crossing the bridge and staring at us :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we played till dark and bathed blah blah and then we took the skyrider! only $5 per person so cheap! the man of my life's not very comfortable with heights haha!! kinda ironic how he's perfectly fine with going deep sea diving-.- i was afraid my slippers would drop into the "forest" and i would have to go home barefooted so i kiapped them really tightly together. kiasi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for dinner we went to Marina Bay! a delicious steamboat cum bbq treat, bu unfortunately we had to take a taxi to tanjong pagar first to wihdraw cash and den go back again cos they only accepted cash and Marina bay's so ulu there wasnt any ATMs! stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well anyway I go home a 11 40pm only and got scolded by my parents&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and oh how can i forget, I actually baked-- no, tried to, bake a cake for our anniversary. It turned out much flatter than desired cos the heart shaped baking pan was larger than required lol and i didnt increase the amount of ingredients accordingly. And thanks to the rain, i hastily stuffed it ino the locker and by the time we retrieved our things in the late evening, I didnt exactly want to eat it. the man of my life sweetly had some bites of it, and so did i after some cajoling, but i decided to throw it away anyway cos the cocoa powder was overwhelming and I could hardly taste the passion fruit paste and I was just scared I'd get a stomachache from eating it la. lol.. baking's so not my forte! (aiya nothing seems to be my forte.) unfortunately i dun have an oven so i cant practise, so whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to go for lunchbreak! byeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-4140310894272548164?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4140310894272548164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=4140310894272548164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/4140310894272548164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/4140310894272548164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-was-my-4th-year-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/Ri2A9ydUFVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PuTTwGGiOuo/s72-c/deathadder_LRG2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-8332952151344635985</id><published>2007-04-20T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T23:50:24.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i love, i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you people just wanna push me and make me unlove.&lt;br /&gt;i can but give me time.&lt;br /&gt;it takes a lot of courage to do it&lt;br /&gt;because once i go&lt;br /&gt;i know i will never turn back.&lt;br /&gt;i have never done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just become immune&lt;br /&gt;and decide that perhaps to hate is the best way to help you forget&lt;br /&gt;all the things you've said&lt;br /&gt;and all the things you've done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-8332952151344635985?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/8332952151344635985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=8332952151344635985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/8332952151344635985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/8332952151344635985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-i-love-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-4321525060443092571</id><published>2007-04-19T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:32:44.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have interview for MOE tmw, but have yet prepared a single thing for it. Im just not exactly enthusiastic to teach. Sure, I think it'd be cool to teach secondary students (primary school kids are lame and JC students would probably overwhelm me), but to do so for 4 years is a turn off. I dont exactly wanna wake up at 6am every morning and eat canteen food and squeeze with fat and smelly students again uggggh. Sigh! When im no passionate about something i just cant get myself motivated. It's high time I do some self-propaganda eh. Anyway I used to wanna be a teacher...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahhh I just wanna join LTA la will they please please please take me in sobs I dun wanna be a damn teacher bwaaaaaah. I wouldnt have agreed to the interview if not cos of my mum bwaahh give me the scholarship la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya nvm. If I dont get awarded anything it's my own fault that I let myself indulge in sloth too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Im in love with the Dixie Chicks... They look like they've gon for a lot of botox but their voices (or shld I say the lead singer) are beautiful! My favourites now are Not Ready to Make Nice and Travelling Soldier.. sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m not ready to make nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m not ready to back down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-4321525060443092571?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4321525060443092571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=4321525060443092571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/4321525060443092571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/4321525060443092571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-have-interview-for-moe-tmw-but-have.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-5686373480015309280</id><published>2007-04-15T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:23:46.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know i sound so malicious in the entry i wrote earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what do you expect me to do, to feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to see them hurt and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's not like there is anything i can do to remove the pain substantially because it's others who constantly inflict it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my parents, they dont deserve what they're being put through, they're the best parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not ready to make nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-5686373480015309280?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/5686373480015309280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=5686373480015309280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/5686373480015309280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/5686373480015309280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-know-i-sound-so-malicious-in-entry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-4393887244229320242</id><published>2007-04-15T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T17:51:48.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If i had a gun and were told that there will be no legal consequences, I'd shoot him ten times over. since i cant, i will gather all these malevolent feelings of vengeance and hope that he gets jailed and the rest of his pathetic life gets screwed up to the point where everybody despises him like i do. and if he died i would spit on his grave and if anybody were to stop me i'd spit on them too, cos i hate whoever loves him. and you are one such particular person i'd hate for the rest of my life until you stop fucking around and wake to your senses. even if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; parents were only to suffer any health adversaries after this whole thing tides over, if it ever does, i would still blame you and the fucker that i would pay to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate yall so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-4393887244229320242?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/4393887244229320242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=4393887244229320242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/4393887244229320242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/4393887244229320242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-i-had-gun-and-were-told-that-there.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-1860621105276488471</id><published>2007-04-12T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T12:31:55.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's good, you know, to have a job that pays you $48 a day to reply to customers' emails for 1 hour, and surf the web, blog, watch spongebob, basically do-your-thing forthe next 7 hours. I have a good mind to bring my Heroes to work so that I can do something more substantial than blogging everyday haha. at first the humdrumness of such working environment made me eager to find a new job, but then again, I guess I rather do my own thing and get paid for it. it's not like I dun wanna do anything--- there aint anything for me to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-1860621105276488471?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1860621105276488471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=1860621105276488471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/1860621105276488471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/1860621105276488471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-good-you-know-to-have-job-that-pays.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-2405260639340610652</id><published>2007-04-11T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T12:03:33.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for my second round of interview for LTA on Monday, which turned out to be a tea session that didnt exactly involve tea sipping and breadcrumbs and biscuit bits carelessly dropping from the corner of your mouth. sad to say, public speaking is not my forte as much as I love to discuss issues and share my opinions, and even more so in front of many guys. well yes, even someone like me who "rather intimidate and socialize" have trouble giving my cents' worth on issues in front of the opposite sex. or perhaps there is no irony in it at all cos I am perfectly fine with being anti-social and &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just my hyper-sensitivity, but I thought the LTA guy was looking at me as he said in his most encouraging tone that we should all be honoured to have been shortlisted as the top...18? or 20 or wtv, from more than a hundred applicants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess I can pretty much forget about a second miracle cos practically everyone else there was from Hwa Chong or Raffles, and they are all really outstanding people who give very constructive opinions and have the cca and academic results to back them up. maybe i got to the second round of interview because of my enthusiasm to join the LTA, but even that crazed fanatism about incorporating the works of LTA in the Third World is not enough to surpass what the other candidates can offer. it looks like they are all pretty hyped up about joining the LTA, cos some really just had ways to divert discussion topics on the works of the organization to promoting themselves as scholars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nvm i shall cut the pessimistic talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday it was raining cats and dogs (hmm, haven used it since entering secondary school!) and I garnered the courage to ask a stranger if she wanted me to shelter her across to wherever she wanted to go. dont ask me why I have to even gather the guts to HELP people, but yeah, I often do when they are strangers, and i guess that's pretty much the reason I am not gonna get the LTA scholarship:/ she was very thankful, and we chatted as I sheltered her to her destination.. it struck me how chance meetings with strangers can often prompt better conversations than with people you actually know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, behind that cold, defensive look of most singaporeans is just a warm, talkative self... haha i dunno, but looking back, I probably had this annoyed expression on my face (like how my colleague Peggy said she was scared of me at first cos I looked "fierce") and the lady i sheltered across had that similar expression. but it all dissipated in a second.. humans. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-2405260639340610652?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2405260639340610652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=2405260639340610652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/2405260639340610652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/2405260639340610652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-for-my-second-round-of-interview.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-2926057826835249526</id><published>2007-04-10T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:35:35.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mum's birthday is approaching, and im wondering what there is to celebrate and how to, when everything's still broken. i hate it when people wallow in self pity and think that their sorrow is the greatest pain anyone else can feel, when it is all self inflicted and a mere exaggeration of things on their own part. life can be simple, why do you have to go mess it all up? not just for yourself but for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i hear and see the more numb i feel. sometimes i dont even wanna protect you any longer. If even God helps only those who seek it, what more can I do when you're just one of those who chooses to adamantly abide by delusions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-2926057826835249526?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/2926057826835249526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=2926057826835249526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/2926057826835249526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/2926057826835249526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/mums-birthday-is-approaching-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-7910200269780640843</id><published>2007-04-08T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:58:48.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've probably put up the lyrics of this song onmy blog before, but I just have to put it up again... if my relationship with steven has a theme song, it'd be this one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a song&lt;br /&gt;Written by the hands of god&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong cause&lt;br /&gt;This might sound to you a bit odd&lt;br /&gt;But you own the place&lt;br /&gt;Where all my thoughts go hiding&lt;br /&gt;And right under your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Is where I find them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath Your Clothes&lt;br /&gt;There's an endless story&lt;br /&gt;There's the man I chose&lt;br /&gt;There's my territory&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I deserve&lt;br /&gt;For being such a good girl honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the smart ways to lie&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of reasons to cry&lt;br /&gt;When the friends are gone&lt;br /&gt;When the party's over&lt;br /&gt;We will still belong to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath Your Clothes&lt;br /&gt;There's an endless story&lt;br /&gt;There's the man I chose&lt;br /&gt;There's my territory&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I deserve&lt;br /&gt;For being such a good girl honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than all that's on the planet&lt;br /&gt;Movin' talkin' walkin' breathing&lt;br /&gt;You know it's true&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's so funny&lt;br /&gt;You almost don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;As every voice is hanging from the silence&lt;br /&gt;Lamps are hanging from the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Like a lady tied to her manners&lt;br /&gt;I'm tied up to this feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath Your Clothes&lt;br /&gt;There's an endless story&lt;br /&gt;There's the man I chose&lt;br /&gt;There's my territory&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I deserve&lt;br /&gt;For being such a good girl honey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-7910200269780640843?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/7910200269780640843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=7910200269780640843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/7910200269780640843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/7910200269780640843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-probably-put-up-lyrics-of-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-1844932588203370618</id><published>2007-04-02T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:17:19.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to ECP for a run yesterday and my thighs are cramped today thanks to not having exercised since i started preparing for my prelims. I ran more than 4km without stopping and i suppose that's a great achievement haha! but my face, as usual, turned tomato red and some guys were like, 'Wa! ang ang ah!" (ang means red in hokkien.) Like, oh shut up already. it's not my fault that my facial blood circulation is damn good:/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and muahaha LTA actually shortlisted me for a second round of interview! I was like OMG. I'm hoping they are not calling me back so I can go there to brighten up their day with my crappy lines. My dad said they probably liked me cos I am frank about myself and the answers I gave were not those typical, 'scholar-ly' answers. Bah. I dont think I have high hopes of getting the scholarship, but since Im given the chance, better buck up and put in extra effort instead of procrasinating till the night before the interview. Actually the more I think about the LTA, the more intrigued I am to join it, especially for the fact that my courses would be totally relevant to the organization. I can both improve Singapore's society, and help out in the Third World! aiya nvm dont wanna talk so much about it cos I most likely wont geddit. : ( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got rejected for the PSC scholarship bwaaah. Wasted my time writing essay for them hmph &gt;.&lt; but like the man of my life! says, only students with straight A's and outstanding CCA records will even stand a chance. What can I expect when I've got a Blemish and only joined a CCA in the second year of my JC life which happens to comprise of only 2 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the man of my life! came down to my house just to see me for a couple of hours cos I was feeling kinda low. We took a walk around the 'outskirts' (ok wtv the word should be) of my  house which was pretty romantic  considering that it was actually along a long-gang lol.. well anyway there were these shrubs with dainty white flowers and at one particular shrub there were many many dark green bits on the ground. They looked like mini corns, chopped, and I was thinking Oh! so cute! to myself and was about to pick one of these pod/seed/fruit- lookalike when the man of my life! dragged me away in a huff and exclaimed CAREFUL AH! there was this HUGE caterpillar right above where I was crouching. It's like 10 cm long and disgustingly thick, slightly thicker than the average thumb. As I marvelled at it, I saw i squirm and a dark green thing popped out of its ass and dropped to the ground-ful ground of green corn-lookalikes. :/ I deliberately stepped on one later and found out how sof and squishy it is, so im very glad that I didnt pick one up between my fingers-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm almost addicted to heroes! sadly Ive got to wait the weekends cos my little sis has school work during weekdays. Hiro is soooo cute LOL. Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-1844932588203370618?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/1844932588203370618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=1844932588203370618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/1844932588203370618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/1844932588203370618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/04/went-to-ecp-for-run-yesterday-and-my_02.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-6454570839050189169</id><published>2007-03-30T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:14:59.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my family's in a mess these days and it's no thanks to a motherfucker son of a bitch. I've always told myself to never insult another's parents, but he deserves it. i've never bore such intense hatred for anybody to the point where i would take a knife and stab him to death if not for the fact that i will only ruin my own future. nobody fucking plays with my family, above all my parents, and hurt them this way. and it only makes me bear the same rancour for those who love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i come to work these days feeling much more weary than before and it stings me to know that the burden is way heavier on my parents. they are my parents, &lt;em&gt;mine&lt;/em&gt;. you have no right to hurt them, bastard, and you have no fucking right to treat them like dirt even if you would allow yourself to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes people wallow in self-pity so much that they delude themselves into thinking that their lives would be better that way but they dont realize that they are bringing ostracization upon themselves. and then they come crying that this estrangement is a result of coerce, which is not, because all along you had a fucking choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;i screwed up my LTA interview big time. i might as well have just donned a clownsuit to the interview. as i left the room i could imagine the three men laughing and and crying "What a bozzo!". The interview went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-steps into the room, seesthe three interviewers seated down, a bit puzzled-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "Hiiii good afternooon!! I'm supposed to shake your hands, right?"&lt;br /&gt;men: -laugh and shake my hand-&lt;br /&gt;man 2: "hi good afternoon! so did you have a hard time finding the place?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh no..! I have a very good sense of direction!"&lt;br /&gt;men: -silence-&lt;br /&gt;man2: "so, SeeChing.. how much do you know about the LTA?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh I know a lot!! I did my research!! --rattles on-&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;man 2: "So what do you think about the ERP?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh i know it's a much disliked policy but i think it is essential to avoid congestion on the expressways.....-blah- and anyway, LTA needs a source of revenue also! and it's jus $3--$4 only..."&lt;br /&gt;man2: "ok... -blah- but jus to let you know, the ERP is not a source of revenur for the LTA."&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh ok sorry."&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;me: "Actually I am very interested in bringing LTA's works to the Third World where efficient transport is severely lacking.... -blah-&lt;br /&gt;man1: "well actually we are currenly providing such aid to a couple of Third World countries in this aspect.... but ultimately it depends on whether the government is able to pay..."&lt;br /&gt;me: "oh thats why i'm here!!! I can draw up proposals to the UN on behalf of the LTA....-blah-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i can so forget about being an LTA scholar:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-6454570839050189169?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/6454570839050189169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=6454570839050189169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/6454570839050189169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/6454570839050189169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-familys-in-mess-these-days-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-808483814601015036</id><published>2007-03-20T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:04:59.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;freaking annoyed by my co-workers at ModusLink. They practically play games/chat on MSN the moment they come to work  EVEN WHEN THERE'S WORK TO DO.  now they are Maple-ling for goodness sake like HOW OLD ARE U, 17 to 21?!! and it's not like they are quiet when they play.. they make hellotta noise like it;s some PLAYGROUP. then there's always the repulsive flirt who slaps on tons of make up which fails to make her look any better and doesnt seem to realize that the guys are like, 4 years younger than her. And there's this guy who's actually pretty nice but his singing is irritating the shit out of me because he sings horrible chinese songs in a horrible voice which he doesnt seem to realize, sucks like shit. I's like listening to Wiliam Hung over and over again ok? At first it's funny, but later u star to ge really cheezed off. gosh these people need to get a life cos they are slacking 24/7 and leaving the workload to others in particular loh and sometimes me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bloody bozos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's no love in the workplace, ok?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-808483814601015036?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/808483814601015036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=808483814601015036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/808483814601015036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/808483814601015036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/03/freaking-annoyed-by-my-co-workers-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-117344419557344007</id><published>2007-03-09T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T20:43:16.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In recent years I often find myself building this defensive wall whenever I am in a new environment, not eager to interact with people I don't know. Anti-social is the word, eh? I thought about it on my way home from work just now, and i realized that it's not because I dont like to talk with people; in fact, I love a good conversation any day. What holds me back is the perception that no one is really nice the more you grow up. It may be mere skepticism on my part and perhaps I shouldnt be so cynical, but ever since I stepped into JC, I've seen enough to shed the secondary school innocent belief that most people are genuinely nice. so many people are nice towards you because they want something from you, or they think they can somehow gain something. so nowadays I dont really bother with acquaintances anymore. I've come to realize that at the end of the day, you just need those few real friends whom you know will be there for you when you meet a crisis. Friends whom you can share a comfortable silence with. I don't see the point in being friends with people who are there for the moment, just so you wouldnt look like a loner, or just for the sake of mindless talk and 'girl fun'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I have cher and hwei, cos they're the best girl friends that one can ever have;) these are the durable and everlasting friends like 3-in-1 coffeepowder. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it doesnt mean that I think reclusing oneself is the best. Yeah I concede that everyone needs friends aside from some true friends. But I still wont give much time to people I don't like or I know aint the type of person I'd wanna befriend. Call me stubborn/hostile/anti-social, but it really makes no sense at all to waste my time on these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/403579/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/73976/birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cher's bday:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I caught the sneak preview of Frank Miller's 300 with steven and his friends on Wed. I must admit that it's proabably the best movie I've ever watched, along with Pan's Labyrinth and The Departed.  I thought the depiction of Asians as promiscuous slave-drivers with repugnantly hideous faces was a lil discriminating though. The narrator or whoever says "...Asia's best fighting force" and you see the scene change to these weirdo metal masked men and some deformed looking monsters and I'm like 'eh? I dont look like that can?' haha. But it's just a movie la. Anyway I usually cringe at gore, but in 300, the gore's definitely justified. And I love the war cries haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love!&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-117344419557344007?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/117344419557344007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=117344419557344007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/117344419557344007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/117344419557344007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-recent-years-i-often-find-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-117029452829499653</id><published>2007-02-01T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T09:48:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>supposed to be working no but i rather wait for the work to pile up then do all in one shot so i shall blog heh. i love my workplace cos its so near my home i only need 15 mins to travel there :D i like working. well if you get paid for surfing the web and using msn and blogging, you'd like it too hahha. i think the only challenge in the job is staying awake cos all the tasks are so menial-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one disadvantage of working is that you hardly have time to go out can! blah.&lt;br /&gt;i shall find something to do now. one of my contract rules is no sleeping on job. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-117029452829499653?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/117029452829499653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=117029452829499653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/117029452829499653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/117029452829499653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/02/supposed-to-be-working-no-but-i-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-116935587565893528</id><published>2007-01-21T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:04:36.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder what kick some girls get out of gathering together for gossip sessions. is targeting one/a few particular people a way of making them feel better about themselves? certainly ive bitched and mocked others, but to actually spend most of your free time doing that, or rather, doing it as a past time, is really pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's free to indulge in love, you know? it's sad that you have none of it but dont take it out on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. love is for us to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-116935587565893528?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116935587565893528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=116935587565893528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116935587565893528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116935587565893528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/01/sometimes-i-wonder-what-kick-some.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-116895592246850310</id><published>2007-01-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:58:43.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished by job at john little on sunday:) i loved the job but seriously i think i was underpaid, having to man the valueplus system as well as the home delivery side. but anyway there was this stupid malay girl by the name of juliana who loved to shove the blame to others. like how the printer printed two cards and she was like telling the supervisor "THIS GIRL PRINT WAN" -.- it was not long before my nightshift coworkers starting bitching about her lol because apparently she does that to everyone! and i met this  lovely malay girl called aishah! it was so easy to hang out with her and talk about all sorts of crap lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i am taking a break before i start job hunting! actually i have just applied for a few today but they wont call back so early wad. so yesterday i painted my bedroom! and im so proud of my masterpiece hehehe!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/505417/IMG_2851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/640281/IMG_2851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/640126/IMG_2849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/180230/IMG_2849.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all drawn and painted by myself! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-116895592246850310?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116895592246850310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=116895592246850310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116895592246850310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116895592246850310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-finished-by-job-at-john-little-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-116789468294236746</id><published>2007-01-04T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T15:11:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh gawd. i miss school already. it gave me a sense of purpose, motivated me to write essays... now i dont even have the inclination to blog more than 3 sentences. great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-116789468294236746?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116789468294236746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=116789468294236746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116789468294236746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116789468294236746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-116766592598587725</id><published>2007-01-01T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:38:46.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA I BOUGHT THE POSSIBLY LAST YELLOW, MEDIUM M)PHOSIS KNIT DRESS IN SINGAPORE YAY! ok i should wear Small but Medium is fine. laleelaleeela:D&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/14766419-116766592598587725?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116766592598587725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=116766592598587725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116766592598587725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116766592598587725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2007/01/haha-i-bought-possibly-last-yellow.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-116576574782698636</id><published>2006-12-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:49:08.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/604845/bliss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/105321/bliss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with so much love :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-116576574782698636?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116576574782698636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=116576574782698636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116576574782698636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116576574782698636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/12/with-so-much-love-3.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-116565959768624729</id><published>2006-12-09T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T18:20:04.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I once read in CLEO that if a guy makes you a compilation of his songs in a CD and gives it to you, he's crazy about you. And that's what steven did for me. when he first did it, i didnt think much of it... in fact i thought that he was trying to influence me haha. but now as i play the music, it really makes me understand why CLEO said so. It's ineffable. It's just &lt;i&gt; that &lt;/i&gt; feeling. gee. actually he's made me 2 such CDs.. im playing the one that says "Nube and Ching: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; music", but actually it's all the songs he likes haha! I love him :) he went to Tekong for his land phase on thurs and is supposed to be back today, but he still hasnt returned :( the past 3 years have made me so dependent on him... only he is capable of making me feel the way i do for him. siggggggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went for a job interview with loh. Got accepted for the job and accepted it, but in the end my parents displayed vehement opposition (try "NOOOO!! BLUFF WAN! you'll be like leading the sheep to the wolf's mouth!!") to it so i called back the guy and tell him loh and i couldnt work for him. might as well. i dont want to work on sundays anyway, and i hate pestering people on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY STEVEN JUST CALLED!!! :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-116565959768624729?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116565959768624729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=116565959768624729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116565959768624729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116565959768624729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-once-read-in-cleo-that-if-guy-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-116531685138611247</id><published>2006-12-05T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:07:32.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chilled out at cher's place with my sec skl clique (ie cheryl, hwei, phoon:D) at cher's place yday, it was great fun :) i prefer chilling out to roaming around town aimlessly.. once in a while it's fun to dress up, feel good at hit town, but the best way to spend time with frens is to wear t shirt and shorts and breakout into guffaws reminiscing about the old dorky days, stuff our faces with food as we watch movies, and just.. chat... just that simple:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna stay at home for the next few days cos been going out too much. and im seriously broke after paying my mum my hp bill :/ ive got like wad, a dollar in my purse now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've put on weight yeah!! after all the junk-fooding heh. I'm happy with how i look now:) but i cant grow any fatter cos steven doesnt like fat girls and yeah i wanna maintain my current size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's such a sweetie i think i've got the most fantastic bf ever :D he's everything good put into 1; irreplaceable! now that my brain doesnt have to function for any other serious purpose, i'm perpetually thinking of him:)))))) now that's what i call living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-116531685138611247?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116531685138611247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=116531685138611247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116531685138611247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116531685138611247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/12/chilled-out-at-chers-place-with-my-sec.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-116425947253222605</id><published>2006-11-23T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:37:28.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Maybe this one time she could stop dead still ...... and feel the hurt her &lt;s&gt;back&lt;/s&gt; brains and eyes ought to." (Beloved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'S ARE OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're like, wondering, whats the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when u've been feeling guilty whenever you take a one hour nap or go out with your boyfriend for the past few months, you'd understand what im taking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last few weeks were the worst man. admittedly i slacked off but c'mon you cant expect me to keep studying and studying... and i have studied lor :/ im kinda worried about my results actually cos it didnt turn out as smoothly as i hoped; kept having mental blocks, and well till the day before exam i was still poring over my notes. Cher and i were saying that for a's, we dont want to be doing last minute mugging the night before but haha din make it :X i wanted to do 5 topics for both history P1 and 3, but did only 4. I'm thankful for that though:D cos nationalism came out some weird monarchists vs wtv crap while the questions for the two topics that i dropped in P3 were undo-able. i rmbed one was on east asian tigers economy as i was like PHEW cos i missed the lecture for it and NEVER studied it before cos i dun like anything related to econs:x except for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my hist s ended yesterday i kept smiling. the paper wasnt perfect (i did a question on NATIONALISM can when i dropped it lol!) but aiya, should be ok la. im happy with a Merit. i just dont wanna get a Pass :x but well anyway i smiled all the way back home. i saw a kiampar girl but i still smiled. couldnt help it. at last, i no longer have to ponder about how much time i have left to study for this XXX paper and how i can squeeze some dating/family time into it. i no longer have to push out the thoughts of shopping and chilling out with my friends and chid myself for not being able to concentrate on studying! now i can go tanning WHENEVER i want, go running, read Maus without feeling the time ought to be spent on reading bloody Beloved.&lt;br /&gt;ah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and best of all im going out later, tmw, sat, sunday, next wed, next thurs......... WOOO HOOO. i feel like i've been trapped too long my goodness. those few hours i spent stevening every saturday was miserable can! even when i'm out i'd be thinking about exams -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a good start to my post A's heh. i slept like a baby for 12 hours :D from now on i shall sleep by 11pm so my horrible eye bags and dark circles will fade uggggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my results back though :/ you must think i'm crazy but i'm like that. even if i know i wont do well i still wanna know lol so i can get it off my chest once and for all:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah oh last saturday i went to the ZOOOoo with my family and little cousin. that bloody hairdresser made my hair even worse than it was before (tho it's been rectified. went back to demand that it be fixed:x) so i just bunned up my hair and went for the tomboy look that day lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/379212/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/680282/butterfly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i hate butterflies. i literally ran out of the fragile forest with my little cousin. especially after a red bird flew just above my head:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/696300/frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/936855/frog.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no wonder ppl were staring at me lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/123957/ahh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/756642/ahh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;why do i look so dumb in candid shots lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/640279/dick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/184270/dick.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my mum took this. she was fascinated with it and my dad was utterly grossed out. aha! that's the reaction men have when their own sexuality is publicly exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/627801/river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/785723/river.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'modelling' for my mum... been doing that since young lol! but well it's a nice spot to take pics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/963348/orang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/415227/orang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL so funny right! the one with the sack over his back so smart can! protecting himself from the sweltering heat lol! but the other one looks like he's banging his head against the wood :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/289786/squeeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/243270/squeeze.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbing some ninnies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/434634/suck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/412948/suck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my mum decided to suck at them. :x again my dad was petrified. he's never seen his wife behaving like that lol! it's just the zoo la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/163324/coll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/94467/coll.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love my collarbones! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/558943/mumi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/754283/mumi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ma-mi and i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/558943/mumi.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/1600/273432/tig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2057/1347/320/945892/tig.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha my favourite picture :D i'm just so good at making stupid faces :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-116425947253222605?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116425947253222605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=116425947253222605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116425947253222605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116425947253222605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/11/maybe-this-one-time-she-could-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-116188002941318220</id><published>2006-10-27T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:27:09.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's some pics of my early birthday dinner with my family (steven is part of my family too too bad i dont care what you say:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i overdosed on foundation &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/bdaydinner.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/bdaydinner.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;though lol! :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-116188002941318220?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116188002941318220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=116188002941318220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116188002941318220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116188002941318220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/10/heres-some-pics-of-my-early-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-116187345868275798</id><published>2006-10-26T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:37:46.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shouldnt be blogging now, but how can i resist the urge to share this with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was flipping through my sister's Teenage, and gosh,is it a comic book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok most of you've prolly browsed through a copy of Teenage at least once right. I'm sure you've come across the section where (desperate) people put up their email adds/ addresses asking for penpals or wtv. ok seriously there's nothing wrong at all with such classifieds, but the way some of these people talk makes me bang my fists on the table and go HAAHAHAHAAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some of the 'self-ads':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Under the BGF section:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1."To: weii weii&lt;br /&gt;I lurffe euu alorts nors. nO quarrel ller kays. aii nii yii beii zii nors. dun change hart kaes deeply lurf u eva...&lt;br /&gt;From: Xiin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thiis iis shO sweet riite eveRiiboDii?? LOLOLOL. :X im like wadddd kiiiiiinda lannnnguagggeeee iiiiiiiss thaaaaat??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2."To gou xiong09 [johnson]&lt;br /&gt;i reali missed u e last few weeks aft we broke up. But i stil lub u deeply. aniwae, wen u nid me, i wil b der.&lt;br /&gt;From: e"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this is not as bad as the previous, but wads with the LUB? i lub you steven. lub lub lub. starhub lub dub bub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "To: ma dear mal&lt;br /&gt;Bein 2gthr for 3years reali teach me e meaning of love... i hup we wil b 2gthr hapyly alwys n frvr.. Dun fite2 nimore k..&lt;br /&gt;From: swe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok1e i love u 4evr too5678909...... i hup hup hup lub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Under the Friends Section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Zhenwei, 21.&lt;br /&gt;i am looking for a relationship with ladies aged 20 to 25. i am single and lonely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i just find this pretty sad ahahaha :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Jclum, 14&lt;br /&gt;"Lookin for fwends aged 13 to 14. n also lookin for.... hehe. im a boi who is veri lame. add mui in msn. tks.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, what's with the "hehe"?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "ah boi, 13&lt;br /&gt;hi! ani 1 waner make frenz. i oso find a stead prefer 2 hav a stead in the north"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "sleepy sotong, 16&lt;br /&gt;hi! a friendly yet sleepy guy here tat wans to noe more frens... Do write to me...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing seriously wrong, but i'm SOOOO tempted to write to him saying "hi! i'm a friendly yet sleepy girl... oh i'm tired already i'm gonna sleep please reply soon bye............."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so mean, forever having a joke at other people's expenses :X&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-116187345868275798?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/116187345868275798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=116187345868275798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116187345868275798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/116187345868275798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-shouldnt-be-blogging-now-but-how-can.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-115934871666247022</id><published>2006-09-27T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:36:52.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's one good reason (or should i say some) to not go deep sea diving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(armoured sea robin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/armouredsearobin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/armouredsearobin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(batfish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/batfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/batfish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/batfish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/batfish2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(goosefish)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/goosefish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/goosefish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/goosefish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/goosefish2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wth right why are they called fishes and not monsters?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-115934871666247022?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115934871666247022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=115934871666247022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115934871666247022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115934871666247022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/09/heres-one-good-reason-or-s_115934871666247022.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-115920887368693443</id><published>2006-09-26T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T02:27:54.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ong and i are probably one of the meanest girls around. or is that an understatement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well right now, for the past hour, we've been laughing our asses off looking at ppl's friendsters and pics...........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff like: cHiObuXx cluBbz and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand how some people can be so thick skinned as to join these clubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's tons of other stuff we're laughing at now but thou shalt not expose it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been so alive past 2am before in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. that's the only good thing about friendster. it provides comic relief in this dreary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only cheryl can appreciate such goodness of the internet with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-115920887368693443?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115920887368693443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=115920887368693443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115920887368693443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115920887368693443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/09/ong-and-i-are-probably-one-of-meanest.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-115873371602198669</id><published>2006-09-20T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:28:36.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my lookalike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in mjc, people used to tell me that there's this girl who looks like me.. or i look like her (ok same right). but anyway well i didnt use to think so cos i moped around blindly in mjc back then without contacts (yes ima vainpot wadwadwad) .. i just went to see her blog, and my! even my sister got a shock lol! i think it's the facial shape.. and we're both vv skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i show you k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/P1011646.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/P1011646.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/P1011647.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/P1011647.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my i just realized the girl in the first pic beside her looks like hazel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;budden i realize that we dont look like close up. my nose is bigger and my eyebrows are untrimmed and my face is rounder&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/P10125561.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/P10125561.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/DSC_3939.0.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/DSC_3939.0.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             &lt;br /&gt;that's kenny poon in the pic on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok all of a sudden i realized she might just sue me for using her pics. LOL sorry girl was just amazed at the similarity in some of the pics:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, hah! i always knew that there's a limited permuatation of faces you can get, i've always knew there's someone who looks EXACTLY like me.. not this girl but perhaps somewhere else in the world! like China i guess. don't laugh ok im chinese wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou shalt go sleep and wake up for a run later. been feeling like a bum from all that studying. and booo dont talk about prelims. didnt finish a single paper LOL. not even lit! so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-115873371602198669?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115873371602198669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=115873371602198669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115873371602198669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115873371602198669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-lookalike-when-i-was-in-mjc-people_20.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-115590777729360641</id><published>2006-08-18T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:29:37.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i met an old fucker today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was queuing up for 168. as you know typical behavior of people esp bedok aunties, is to jostle their way through so they can board the bus first even though they didnt queue up. i was one of those waiting at the side, waiting for those in the queue to board the bus first. so i saw this old man in front of me, he was like dunno wanting to board the bus or not cos he was like in front of me as though he was gonna board the bus but then he was looking left and right den behind. but anyway at first i thought since he like not gonna board and i wanted to walk past him to board the bus, but den i thought he ah pek and he might wanna board the bus actually, i gestured to let him go first. he was like giving me that ?what? look, so i spoke to him in mandarin : "ni yao bu yao xian shang?" (do you wanna go first?) den he was like "wo yao bu yao shang guan ni she me shi!" ie i want to board or not your problem ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wtf right.&lt;br /&gt;he had to say that in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody shithead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry everyone. i haven been in the best of mood lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-115590777729360641?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115590777729360641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=115590777729360641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115590777729360641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115590777729360641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-met-old-fucker-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-115573377351902346</id><published>2006-08-16T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:09:34.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gone to release&lt;br /&gt;gone to restart&lt;br /&gt;gone to realize&lt;br /&gt;gone to study&lt;br /&gt;gone with the books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see ya in Dec when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can finally shed this skin away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-115573377351902346?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115573377351902346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=115573377351902346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115573377351902346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115573377351902346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/gone-to-release-gone-to-restart-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-115510044754883366</id><published>2006-08-09T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:22:42.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont you just wanna laugh at the way some people have such high expectations/standards, mock at you as though they're better than you, or have it better than you do, and in the end what they get themselves is so meagre, much lesser than what you have, or even nothing at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just wanna laugh at the way some people act like they know it all about the way of life, but their lives and characters reflect their ignorance of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just wanna laugh at how some people think they know all about you, but actually what they know is just all that you will let them know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just wanna laugh at the way some people think that they are so mature, way above the rest around them, without realizing they are the really unhappy people, while those whom they despise, are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just wanna laugh at how some people are so cynical about things, thinking that they are the smartest cos they dont believe, without realizing what they are actually missing out cos they dont know the beauty of simplicity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just wanna laugh at how some people think you're foolish, especially when they've never tried before, but they're the ones who are even too scared to try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just wanna laugh at how some people are so mocking, but are actually just envious, and their mockery is just self-comfort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you just wanna laugh at how some people think they know all, talk as if they know everything, when the truth is, they've never even gotten a chance to experience it, and you're the one who's been there, done that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-115510044754883366?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115510044754883366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=115510044754883366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115510044754883366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115510044754883366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-you-just-wanna-laugh-at-way-some.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-115348335982278964</id><published>2006-07-21T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:24:13.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My all time favourite political leader: Nikita Khrushchev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/250px-Nikita_Khrushchev_Talking_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/250px-Nikita_Khrushchev_Talking_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/275px-Castro_Khrushchev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/275px-Castro_Khrushchev.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, i think he was one of the funniest people on earth. He looked like joker/clown dun you think lol! but vv cute i must say! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“The USA and USSR will only agree when shrimps learn to fly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“They pay little attention to what we say and prefer to read tea leaves.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khrushchev believed the west was particularly vulnerable on Berlin. It was, he joked, "the testicles of the West. Every time I want to make the West scream, I squeeze it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the famous kitchen debate with US Vice President Nixon on 1959&lt;br /&gt;adapted from &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/cold.war/episodes/14/documents/debate/"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/cold.war/episodes/14/documents/debate/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following is an account of the informal exchanges in Moscow between Vice President Richard M. Nixon and Premier Nikita S. Khrushchev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "We want to live in peace and friendship with Americans because we are the two most powerful countries and if we live in friendship then other countries will also live in friendship. But if there is a country that is too war-minded we could pull its ears a little and say: Don't you dare; fighting is not allowed now; this is a period of atomic armament; some foolish one could start a war and then even a wise one couldn't finish the war. Therefore, we are governed by this idea in our policy -- internal and foreign. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How long has America existed? Three hundred years?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "One hundred and fifty years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One hundred and fifty years? Well then we will say America has been in existence for 150 years and this is the level she has reached. We have existed not quite 42 years and in another seven years we will be on the same level as America. When we catch you up, in passing you by, we will wave to you. Then if you wish we can stop and say: Please follow up. &lt;/span&gt;Plainly speaking, if you want capitalism you can live that way. That is your own affair and doesn't concern us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We can still feel sorry for you &lt;/span&gt;but since you don't understand us -- live as you do understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are all glad to be here at the exhibition with Vice President Nixon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I personally, and on behalf of my colleagues, express my thanks for the president's message. I have not as yet read it but I know beforehand that it contains good wishes. &lt;/span&gt;I think you will be satisfied with your visit and if I cannot go on without saying it -- if you would not take such a decision [proclamation by the United States Government of Captive Nations Week, a week of prayer for peoples enslaved by the Soviet Union] which has not been thought out thoroughly, as was approved by Congress, your trip would be excellent. But you have churned the water yourselves -- why this was necessary God only knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened? What black cat crossed your path and confused you? But that is your affair, we do not interfere with your problems. [Wrapping his arms about a Soviet workman] Does this man look like a slave laborer? [Waving at others] With men with such spirit how can we lose?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: [pointing to American workmen] "With men like that we are strong. But these men, Soviet and American, work together well for peace, even as they have worked together in building this exhibition. This is the way it should be. Your remarks are in the tradition of what we have come to expect -- sweeping and extemporaneous. Later on we will both have an opportunity to speak and consequently I will not comment on the various points that you raised, except to say this -- this color television is one of the most advanced developments in communication that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can only say that if this competition in which you plan to outstrip us is to do the best for both of our peoples and for peoples everywhere, there must be a free exchange of ideas. After all, you don't know everything'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I don't know everything you don't know anything about communism except fear of it&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "There are some instances where you may be ahead of us, for example in the development of the thrust of your rockets for the investigation of outer space; there may be some instances in which we are ahead of you -- in color television, for instance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "No, we are up with you on this, too. We have bested you in one technique and also in the other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "You see, you never concede anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do not give up&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "Wait till you see the picture. Let's have far more communication and exchange in this very area that we speak of. We should hear you more on our televisions. You should hear us more on yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "That's a good idea. Let's do it like this. You appear before our people. We will appear before your people. People will see and appreciate this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "There is not a day in the United States when we cannot read what you say. When Kozlov was speaking in California about peace, you were talking here in somewhat different terms. This was reported extensively in the American press. Never make a statement here if you don't want it to be read in the United States. I can promise you every word you say will be translated into English."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "I doubt it. I want you to give your word that this speech of mine will be heard by the American people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon [shaking hands on it]: "By the same token, everything I say will be translated and heard all over the Soviet Union?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "That's agreed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "You must not be afraid of ideas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "We are telling you not to be afraid of ideas. We have no reason to be afraid. We have already broken free from such a situation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "Well, then, let's have more exchange of them. We are all agreed on that. All right? All right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fine. [Aside] Agree to what? &lt;/span&gt;All right, I am in agreement. But I want to stress what I am in agreement with. I know that I am dealing with a very good lawyer. ... You are a lawyer for capitalism and I am a lawyer for communism. Let's compare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "The way you dominate the conversation you would make a good lawyer yourself. If you were in the United States Senate you would be accused of filibustering." [Halting Khrushchev at model kitchen in model house]: "You had a very nice house in your exhibition in New York. My wife and I saw and enjoyed it very much. I want to show you this kitchen. It is like those of our houses in California."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: [after Nixon called attention to a built-in panel-controlled washing machine]: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have such things&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "This is the newest model. This is the kind which is built in thousands of units for direct installation in the houses." He added that Americans were interested in making life easier for their women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Khrushchev remarked that in the Soviet Union, they did not have "the capitalist attitude toward women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "I think that this attitude toward women is universal. What we want to do is make easier the life of our housewives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained that the house could be built for $14,000 and that most veterans had bought houses for between $10,000 and $15,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "Let me give you an example you can appreciate. Our steelworkers, as you know, are on strike. But any steelworker could buy this house. They earn $3 an hour. This house costs about $100 a month to buy on a contract running 25 to 30 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "We have steel workers and we have peasants who also can afford to spend $14,000 for a house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said American houses were built to last only 20 years, so builders could sell new houses at the end of that period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We build firmly. We build for our children and grandchildren."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Nixon said he thought American houses would last more than 20 years, but even so, after 20 years many Americans want a new home or a new kitchen, which would be obsolete then. The American system is designed to take advantage of new inventions and new techniques, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "This theory does not hold water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said some things never got out of date -- furniture and furnishings, perhaps, but not houses. He said he did not think houses. He said he did not think that what Americans had written about their houses was all strictly accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon [pointing to television screen]: "We can see here what is happening in other parts of the home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is probably always out of order&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "Da [yes]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't you have a machine that puts food into the mouth and pushes it down?&lt;/span&gt; Many things you've shown us are interesting but they are not needed in life. They have no useful purpose. They are merely gadgets. We have a saying, if you have bedbugs you have to catch one and pour boiling water into the ear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "We have another saying. This is that the way to kill a fly is to make it drink whisky. But we have a better use for whisky. [Aside] I like to have this battle of wits with the Chairman. He knows his business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: [manifesting a lack of interest in a data processing machine that answers questions about the United States]: "have heard of your engineers. I am well aware of what they can do. You know for launching our missiles we need lots of calculating machines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon [hearing jazz music]: "I don't like jazz music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "I don't like it either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "But my girls like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Nixon apologized for being a "poor host at the exposition and allowing a ceremonial visit to turn into a hot foreign policy discussion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev [apologizing] "I always speak frankly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he hoped he had not offended Mr. Nixon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "I've been insulted by experts. Everything we say is in good humor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "The Americans have created their own image of the Soviet man and think he is as you want him to be. But he is not as you think. You think the Russian people will be dumbfounded to see these things, but the fact is that newly built Russian houses have all this equipment right now. Moreover, all you have to do to get a house is to be born in the Soviet Union. You are entitled to housing. I was born in the Soviet Union. So I have a right to a house. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In America, if you don't have a dollar -- you have the right to choose between sleeping in a house or on the pavement. Yet you say that we are slaves of communism&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "I appreciate that you are very articulate and energetic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Energetic is not the same as wise&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "If you were in our Senate, we would call you a filibusterer. You do all the talking and don't let anyone else talk. To us, diversity, the right to choose, the fact that we have 1,000 builders building 1,000 different houses, is the most important thing. We don't have one decision made at the top by one government official. This is the difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: "On political problems we will never agree with you. For instance Mikoyan likes very peppery soup. I do not. But this does not mean that we do not get along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "You can learn from us and we can learn from you. There must be a free exchange. Let the people choose the kind of house, the kind of soup, the kind of ideas they want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Khrushchev shifted the talk back to washing machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: "We have many different manufacturers and many different kinds of washing machines so that the housewives have a choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[noting Nixon gazing admiringly at young women modeling bathing suits and sports clothes] "You are for the girls too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon: [indicating a floor sweeper that works by itself and other appliances]: "You don't need a wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khrushchev chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha.. now you know why i love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-115348335982278964?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115348335982278964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=115348335982278964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115348335982278964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115348335982278964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-all-time-favourite-political-leader.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-115202675797816188</id><published>2006-07-04T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:25:58.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; First Day of School&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;. could hardly keep myself awake.&lt;br /&gt;not going to school tmw man. trying to do my history s essay which is giving me quite a lot of problem cos even though i take european history, ironically i dont really know shit about it. anyway world cup makes a pretty good excuse to not go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-115202675797816188?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115202675797816188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=115202675797816188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115202675797816188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115202675797816188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-day-of-school-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-115168525977145499</id><published>2006-07-01T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T00:40:57.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Lord of the Ring spoofs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love paraodies! esp the hokkien one :D before it loads, pause it and let it fully load before watching else it'll be quite choppy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/SroAGgIi0GU"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/SroAGgIi0GU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/Ht1pVA92N-M"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Ht1pVA92N-M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-115168525977145499?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115168525977145499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=115168525977145499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115168525977145499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115168525977145499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/07/lord-of-ring-spoofs-i-love-paraodies.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-115168376597448165</id><published>2006-07-01T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T00:19:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;no wonder i love men in uniform!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(actually. only steven. no other man in uniform looks as good as he does. mwahahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/handsome.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/handsome.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/handsome2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/handsome2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/couple.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/couple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/couple2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siggggghhh...!!! *goes weak in the knees*&lt;br /&gt;swooooon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-115168376597448165?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115168376597448165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=115168376597448165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115168376597448165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115168376597448165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-wonder-i-love-men-in-uniform.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-115159545848647344</id><published>2006-06-29T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:53:41.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go Google yourself!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to hwei who was talking about googling your own name and discovering things, i found my&lt;a href="http://www.blurty.com/users/chingyism/"&gt; secondary school blog&lt;/a&gt; lol! i think from sec 2 onwards... so cool! and i blogged about the first time i met steven! though i was still in love with yunhong so i dint talk much about him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so sian.. nth to do.&lt;br /&gt;haha jsut now while waiting for yh in skl.. i was lyking on four tables. :x&lt;br /&gt;den steven came in and asked for my number.. whaha i was lyk.. cannot la! go out go out..&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;but apparently he got it liaoz. he smsed me jsut now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.. yunhong came.. tht sweetie pie. heh.&lt;br /&gt;he came to help me caryr my stuff... he was lyk.. u call this heavy! lol&lt;br /&gt;when we went out of 3A together.. steven was there. hhaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant believe i actually did&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i just finished my dinner...&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaha u'll be disgusted with wad ive done ealier.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;but im rather proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my younger sis refused to shut her trap while having dinner..&lt;br /&gt;she was kaobei-ing abt me not having eaten the stuff in my soup.&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna eat it only i was stuffing the last spoonful of rice into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;so she went on n on i told her to shut up she refused to n scolded me a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;DOTs. she doesnt even noe wad it means.&lt;br /&gt;well perhaps i shldnt use too much of those kinda words.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n oyeah, she diao-ed me. not fully diao. but.. lyk.. roll her eyes in that relly bitchy way at me.&lt;br /&gt;guess wad i did.&lt;br /&gt;whahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;I FARTED.&lt;br /&gt;it went *poot poot poot*...&lt;br /&gt;and hell yeah, my sis was eating.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;n well. my fart stinks.&lt;br /&gt;so man.. IT SHUT HER UP IMMEDIATELY WORH.&lt;br /&gt;whahahahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;she was lyk.. :O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; what was i ever thinkin!?&lt;br /&gt;dont laugh at my abysmal standard of english in secondary school ok. LOL :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i love rememories (learnt it from Sethe heh.)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-115159545848647344?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115159545848647344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=115159545848647344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115159545848647344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115159545848647344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-google-yourself-thanks-to-hwei-who.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-115158588922911473</id><published>2006-06-29T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T06:05:15.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;An Analysis of the MYE: f*cked up.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bound to do pretty badly this time round. Gp was fine, but math was like "wtf?". From question 1 to 5, i only managed to answer a 1 mark sub question. which i think is wrong anyway. and counting on the fact that we only have 12 questions to do, I presume I am pretty dead because I didnt do a couple of questions as well, like area and volume. to think i devoted so much time to math thinking it's high time i buck up for it, then the crazy math department decided to set questions which are so hard that most likely wont come out for a levels and so I screwed up my math yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be that weird weird teacher who invigilated us that day in LT1. He's suchanass can. a55 (i think.) came in slightly before 8amand he was like "55 you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LATE&lt;/span&gt;." in that you-are-so-sinful-you-wretched-youth kinda tone. Before the exam started he dunno chide us how many times. after exam also. like hello, like the math paper is not frustrating enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was exceptionally bad because i did only 3 essays when we were supposed to do 4. due to a lack of time to study, I picked topics. Given 4 choices, gotta do 2. And only 2 of the topics which i studied came out, so it's like "oh. seems like ive got no choice."I had a feeling that islamic fundamentalism was gonna come out, but at 2am, the long malay names of the revolutionaries are so confounding you will go "wtf?". All i rmb is the "Shah of Iran". well that's not a malay name anyway. :/ based on edna tan's usual stringent marking, the most (with lots of finger crossings) i'll squeeze out of her is 20 for sbq and 16 for russian rev. As for sayers' essay, let's see. 17? So in all I'll get 53 marks. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elite was perhaps the best. but i dint finish beloved essay anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghh. sick of talking abt exams. ferggeddit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmw i gotta complete an essay. stupid history s got so much work. too much work can kill one's interest yannoe. wadsmore it's about european history. which i almost know nuts about besides what we learn in P1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrghhh look at the symptoms of "pre a-level syndrom" IT'S ALL IN ME. UGGGGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/disfigure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/disfigure.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was telling cher and vanna today about this poor thai singer who used some imitation brand of masque and got disfigured. so poor thing right she's got the two circles around her eyes somemore. but why she go use imitation stuff on her face in the first place :/ actually when i first saw the pic (the before disfigurement one) i thought she was michael jackson. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-115158588922911473?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/115158588922911473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=115158588922911473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115158588922911473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/115158588922911473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/06/analysis-of-mye-fcked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-114822477394362705</id><published>2006-05-21T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:01:21.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cam Whoring" as my sister calls it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/rafflescity2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/rafflescity2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;at raffles city with steven darling... aint he super dark now?? ( i like :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i ought to get a tan too hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/extortion%20again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/extortion%20again.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;extorting my bf!! hahaha... jk :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/sticky%20cheeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/sticky%20cheeks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;steven has sticky cheeks he LOVES sticking his cheeks to mine when taking pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/PICT0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/PICT0054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;what "fascination" with the camera lol:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/PICT0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/PICT0055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hmm maybe it's not so good afterall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/PICT0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/PICT0062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"whatever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/PICT0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/PICT0068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;haha i love this! a bit like the korean or japanese creepy show haha! i took one more but i look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; dreadful in it for my dignity i shall not put it up here :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/PICT0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/PICT0085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;took our grandpa's small bottles of real wine to pose with lol :x so act cute. but well i look dumb instead of cute anyway :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;acting cute is just not my forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/PICT0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/PICT0087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/PICT0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/PICT0088.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;trying to act like those beer-ad girls see how my sis sticks out her chest LOL! omg i dont think anyone wants to buy XO after seeing our reformed ads lol! my sister can pass, but certainly not me; i look like im advertising for detergent can! LOLOLOL :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;get the idea of cam whoring now? lol :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-114822477394362705?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114822477394362705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=114822477394362705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114822477394362705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114822477394362705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/05/cam-whoring-as-my-sister-calls-it-d-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-114632812881214901</id><published>2006-04-30T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T00:45:38.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;photoblog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;too lazy for words so heres some pics and captions :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/bugis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/bugis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;my darling lost his crown glory! lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/diao..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/diao..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;dun ask me why my face was like that. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/grandma.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;my grandma eating durians!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;so cute  right i LOVE this pic ahhaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;and her too :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/me%20lihui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/me%20lihui.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me and my cousin lihui.. so young wear spects!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;but she's cute :) knows how to por adults really well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/me%20limin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/me%20limin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; limin.. wish i had her as a younger sis sometimes haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;she'd be the perfect "in between" for me and my younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;sis.. i'd make sure she doesnt turn bad:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/me%20winkeng2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/me%20winkeng2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me and win keng.. brother to limin and lihui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;grew up with him but well, the older you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;the further the distance lol.. wish he were my older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;rother lol.. again, the perfect "inbtween" for me and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;my older sis haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/IMG_0045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;me and zen zen.. she's very spoilt! and fat! but cute la :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/IMG_0029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;today's granpa's bday... but the main focus of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;pic is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; MY DOUBLE CHIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; LOLOLOLOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/IMG_0032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;this is t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;make up for the previous bad pic lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;stuffed my double chin away :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ching&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/14766419-114632812881214901?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114632812881214901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=114632812881214901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114632812881214901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114632812881214901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/04/photoblog-too-lazy-for-words-so-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-114605220213232066</id><published>2006-04-26T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:50:02.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;some random thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;it cant be pms because my period ended last sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;it cant be intolerance because i've put up with it longer than many ppl have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;it could be stress, but why doesnt the annoyance stem from others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;well, den, it must be you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i see minced meat in my ba chor mee.  after eating i decided to eat some mints to clear the smell. i feel so tired of hearing shakespearean tragedies and watching an over dramatized play, i wish i could drink some soda and forget all about it. that's my threshold; you can go eat candie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pull those you've known and trusted in the past few years closer to you and you'll realize there aint a gap at all. i know you more than i expected to, i live no regrets about it; you're the reason that i am kept saint at all. thanks for accpepting me for who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it's not about being provocative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it's about being enlightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;honestly i think white people only grow up at the age of 60.  i am not anti-white, but i honestly think that they are the most horrible people on earth. i concede not all are incorrigible, but most are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-114605220213232066?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114605220213232066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=114605220213232066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114605220213232066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114605220213232066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-random-thoughts-it-cant-be-pms.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-114442501329023306</id><published>2006-04-07T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:50:13.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7th April, the beginning of lonliness :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Today steven enlisted into NDU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*breaks out into sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;sorry. :/ it was only till i got home that i realize how much tears i held back when we parted. one minute we were lying on the table looking into each other's eyes, within the next minute i had to leave. bloody officers! and because steven's mum was there, we couldnt kiss. he hugged me, but i didnt hug him back because his mum was looking... i couldnt bear to leave.. the sembawang camp looks like prison camp la alamak... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i talked a lot to his mum today, the first time we had a long, intimate conversation. because only we could come to send steven off, we sat together in the hall, on the bus etc.. yes steven is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;confirmed stubborn ass who is smart but lazy, lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;He made me something that he calls the "Pandora Box of Love"... it's a box filled with big envelopes which im not supposed to open till the stated day. But well a huge bar of chocolate fell out just now, which is supposedly meant for the 13th april... oops not my fault hon! :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I made him sth similar too.. but mine comes in a small notebook cos i was thinking he cant possibly keep a large, conspicuous box or wtv. And mine got thumbnails of our photos k :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;BUT. sigh. i still miss him so much. i felt so lonely on the 1hr (X 3) bus ride from bedok to woodlands and vice versa.. usually i'd sms him, or he'd call to accompany me, or he'd be right beside me and i'd be lying in his chest... : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;im so dependent on him, it's hard to smile in his absence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but i guess, im still luckier. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i have frens. like onggie! and e rest of the bombos:D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;anyway i lost my wallet.. SORRY CHERYL AND HAOJIN : ( and mummy too.. i jsut realized today her SD card worth abt a hundred was in my wallet... miserable creeps who found my purse and din give it to the lost and found at the bus terminals UGHUGHUGH.. to think i am always honest enough to return ppl's lost belongings like HP! @*$@(*$@(*#@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;bloody hell, want my $20 den take it la return me my EZlink card, SD card and Topshop + Popular cards!!! all of which dun belong to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (except for the ugly ez link card).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and speaking of the SD card, i cant imagine the miserably dishonest creep peeping and prying into my pictures!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGHUGHUGH... invasion of privacy CREEPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;love (steven... and cheryl and haojin too who are exceptionally understanding and sweet thanks gurls..),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;p/s: i love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;-----------&gt; great book by Cecelia Ahern.. my favourite book so far. although i rarely read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-114442501329023306?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114442501329023306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=114442501329023306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114442501329023306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114442501329023306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/04/7th-april-beginning-of-lonliness-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-114380163179467631</id><published>2006-03-31T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:43:13.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0007.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0007.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;finally i bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ught shoes! yippee :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;they are not damn nice or wad, but wearable! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why the photo is portrait though i took it in landscape. nvm who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess how much... 2 pairs for $19.90 hehehe... bought from isetan :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;actually i wanted white AND black version of the pink design but there wasn my size anymore for both : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but nvm! the black pair is meant to go with my jeans heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;so now my shoes craving is *temporarily* satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;actually i've seen a few designs that i like, but they range from $30 to $60... too expensive. Wait till i work and am filthy rich. i wont waste a whole week's allowance on one pair of shoes.. i rather eat lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;today i went to find the "ah ma" whom i brought to botanical gardens.. she's so cute! unfortunately she is senile so she cant rmb me.. haha, during the trip to botanical gardens she kept asking me to sit with her, and kept offering me her biscuits, raisins and "giam seng tee"... and occasionally she'd speak a bit of english like "Dont want!" lol.. and hmm i think after steven goes into ns, i wil bring my own grandma out once in a while after school also.. she always prepares desert for me: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-114380163179467631?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114380163179467631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=114380163179467631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114380163179467631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114380163179467631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/shoes-finally-i-bought-shoes-yippee-d.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-114364283266790298</id><published>2006-03-29T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:18:54.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lookalikes! + Mr. Protective :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Here's one guy i think looks like steven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/phpK72ZSj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/phpK72ZSj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But his eyes are so far apart and steven's eyes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPEAK&lt;/span&gt;... :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/phpaA5Trk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/phpaA5Trk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/chuuusmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/chuuusmall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha took this candid pic of steven cos it's from the side.. i think their side profiles look pretty similar! jst that steven has a bigger face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;------&gt; not this guy hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;well anyway that darling made me understand why i love him in the first place.. or one of the reasons that is, lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;today i was lying against his chest on the bus, suddenly i heard him scold someone &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What the fuck you looking at?"&lt;/span&gt;.. i woke up and realized he was scolding this victoria guy.. probably sec 3 or 4 cos he was in long pants.. according to steven, that guy's fren had looked at me, whispered sth to this guy, and this guy took out his spects, looked at me or sth. Apparently from his angle, he could see me "zhaogeng".. i dunno, that's wad steven claimed.. it seems that he can see me zg even in school uniform.. not the skirt but the blouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;well wtv.. I was so scared la cos he suddenly just raised his voice in the bus like that. The guy quickly looked away.. but when we alighted steven gripped the guy's neck/collar area (however you describe it) and confronted him again.. the guy didnt deny anything, only mumbled "look at wad".. so perhaps he was guilty? if not he would have stood up for himself right, esp when someone phsyically confronts u. he wasnt nerdy or small sized. that kinda act cool type. den steven dared him to go down the bus, but the guy just kept quiet. Steven scolded him coward and a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK YOU &lt;/span&gt;you understand" so loudly before we alighted :S so harsh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;everyone was staring la. so paiseh. luckily he nv used hokkien vulgarities. i was pretty scared that a fight would ensue cos that guy had 2 or 3 frens with him. worst is if the bus uncle comes arrgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;but alas, i guess my opinion of VS guys is true: they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mostly&lt;/span&gt; whims. just act cool, but wont dare to pick up challenges. I'm not encouraging fights, it's just that the impression i've gotten of them since i stepped into vjc and observing their behavior on the buses is that they are generally a kb bunch who are "all talk and no action". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wtv it is after a while the embarrassment and fear of a fight subsided, esp when steven explained that he couldnt have allowed the guy to so openly look at me zg right in front of him and let him get away scot free. and i also realized that it would be better to have a bf who stands up for u rather to have one who cowers and pretends nth happens.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;steven shld be awarded the most protective bf award : ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-114364283266790298?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114364283266790298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=114364283266790298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114364283266790298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114364283266790298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/lookalikes-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-114364100758593095</id><published>2006-03-29T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:03:27.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Mortified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I've been rushing assignments since school reopened from the march holidays, so i decided to give myself a break, and as usual, neglect my math :X well that's not the point actually. the thing is, after dinner i decided to watch tv. i haven sat in front of the tv for more den half an hour for the past....... few months. really. the last show that i actually bothered to sit through was Love Concierge. and only because it aired during the hols. Usually on weekdays, i come home at abt 4 the earliest (meet bf meet bf meet bf), which only occurs on a couple of days out of the 5 days of school, and on other days i return home at 6 or 7pm. Lie on the bed, and have dinner at 7 30. At 8 i switch on the comp, usually to do history essay(s), and well. play neopets. shuddap dont go "chinggggg!!!!!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;At 10pm i talk to steven... or nowadays. at 11pm or 12am cos of history essays.. den i sleep. so routine eh. no tv included. the only tv i actually watch is tv mobile. which broadcasts the same stuff all the time. especially that Diva on a Dime, and that lame Japanese-English cartoon in the morning at 6 plus to 7am. Do they change the episode like, once a week? do they realize that most people take the bus at about the same time every day, only to see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAME&lt;/span&gt; show... the "WOW!"s and "OOOHH!"s of Diva on A Dime is getting irksome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;well. i have digressed again haven i. ok what i was gonna talk about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; initially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; was that tonight i finally sat down in front of the tv, and i was so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;entertained &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;by the constestants of Channel 8's new variety show,永不言败 hosted by kym ng and patricia mok. i honestly, honestly, pity them. pity them for having to pretend that the contestants are entertaining or having any sort of talent at all. the guys weren that bad although this guy's joke about how "wang ba dan" was created was really so cold. These contestants once joined other competitions like 绝对SuperStar, 明星偶像 and 超级主持人. All i can say is, im so sorry, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;there's a pretty damn good reason why you were ousted in the very first round of the previous competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;(s) you joined (for most of them that is). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;and plainly, if you cant sing, stick to toruring your family members and sing in the bathroom. the sound of running water may even give your dreadful voice a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;boost. Two girls, whose names i shall not reveal for their own sake, were so bad, i cringed in my heart. i could feel it man. One's pronounciation sucked so badly i think yani can speak mandarin more accurately, and she went out of tune so much i rather listen to that crazy bitch on the 3rd floor screaming at everyone in her family. the other one was not that bad but she could neither sing or dance. period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;mabbe you'll ask, "if it was so bad, why did you go on watching?". Admittedly for the sake of seeing how bu yao lian and deluded some people are. steven lim (i bet he'd appreciate it if i mention him so im not gonna bother to save his identity) is on the show, by the way. i used to pity him, thinking he was so deluded it's tragical, but now im getting more and more disgusted with him. he's practically joining every single competition he can lay his hands on just to get on tv. can mediacorp just give him a prize and hopefully we will see no more of him? :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;what ive learnt from these peeps is, if you cant do it, try again. if you still cant do it, 1) DONT. 2) dun appear on national tv, for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; own sake. 3) seek a therapist in the case of steven lim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-114364100758593095?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114364100758593095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=114364100758593095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114364100758593095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114364100758593095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/mortified.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-114268209622210715</id><published>2006-03-18T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:41:36.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ive wasted my whole holiday but ive had fun :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;the horfun in front of me now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i made breakfast for steven and his bro today yayay! cooked bacon, mini sausages and eggs + milk.. what a hearty breakfast! im just happy they didnt complain it sucked :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i saw this poor bangla at Compasspoint this morning... when i first saw him, he was slouching against a pillar and policemen were questioning him i think.. i thought he was drunk or sth. after my 'shopping' at Cold Storage, i met him again at the interchange where he was wiating for 163.. he looked pretty dirty... he was so tired, he nodded off while waiting for the bus such that he din even know when his bus came.. when he finally did, he boarded the bus only to realize there was no more money in thre farecard... and he started to delve into his pocket for coins i guess, and im guessing he had none or not enough.. by then the bus had driven off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;i cant imagine how it'd be like if the bus uncle had chased him down the bus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;so poor thing to be alone, lost and penniless in a foreign country... sigh we shldnt discriminate against banglas.. they are such hardworking people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;anyway on a happier note i went out with my darlings yesterday! we sat at crystal jade for abt 2 hours talking crap and of cos eating.. so good to relieve these secondary school days.. i feel soo young with them! haha not at all 18 man :) only phoonie feels old lol.. he couldnt bear to leave us so he din go for dance.. :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/PICT0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/PICT0002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/PICT0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/PICT0007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/PICT0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/PICT0008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; this is at mac AFTER crystal jade.. when we had ice creams.. the gluttons circle ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;after that i went to watch V for Vendetta or however u spell it with steven.. it's a damn good show but pretty cheem :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-114268209622210715?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114268209622210715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=114268209622210715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114268209622210715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114268209622210715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-wasted-my-whole-holiday-but-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-114226894822904540</id><published>2006-03-14T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:55:48.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I Hate IT shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;From friday to sunday i worked at the IT show held @ Suntec convention hall. worked as a flyer girl for acer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the lady boss pissed me off pretty much. din like her the first time i saw her. i finished my tasks on friday very quickly so there wasnt much to do so i ended up 'cutting out' forms. she threw two boxes over the reception counter and told me to go pick it up to throw. so yeah yeah you're the boss you call the shots. but that was plain stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my arms and feet ached like mad from standing for more than 6 hours in a row on sat and sun.. you'd think that acer'd emploly more people to hand out flyers since it's such a renowned company but no, it employed only 2 flyer distributers. when there are way more than 50 stacks each containing at least 200 flyers. and sometimes we have to assume the role of a packer i.e to help pack stuff. you know what this stupid guy said? "Ask them go pack those stuff den distribute the flyers more quickly later". Wad the hell la. i came to work as a flyer distributer and not a packer cum distributer. you sit there talk on hp la wth. i work for 7 hours rest for 15 mins for lunch whats your freaking problem u bloody shithead. and u dun just say distribute more quickly and it means u will distribute more quickly. people decide if they wanna take the freaking flyer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i was so tired of smiling and saying thank you esp to those idiots who gestured their hands although they were gonna take it den withdrew it i wanted to strangle them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and den there were two weirdos who came and "hi my brother is from your school". who is your brother? "nor, him. (points to the other guy beside)" oh so he's from vjc too? (im so dumb i should have just asked whats his class but i first thought he was for real la) "orh yeah, i was in vjc for the first three months..im an ex victorian" ok. "so what cca are you from?" interact.. "oh! i also wanna join" din you say you were in vjc for the first three months. "i mean i also wanted to join" interact just started not too long ago. "yeah ok then i will join lor" din you say you're an EX victorian. "no la im not!" yeah sure our school doesn allow people to dye their hair the way you do. "this is a spray on!" yeah right i so believe you. so what do you want. "orh.. nothing la... ok.. we'll see you around.." the show is ending today. not gonna see you anymore. "urh ok see you around today den.." -back to giving flyers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sometimes people do dumb things when they are bored. sometimes ur eyes just go OOooOOOoo (as in big small big small not "oooooOOoooh!" that sound) when u see so many people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nvm, get my pay i happy already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;unfortunately i surrendered it all to my mum to pay for my contacts and the rest go into the bank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;doesn it just suck when you cant keep what you earn? crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;chinggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-114226894822904540?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114226894822904540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=114226894822904540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114226894822904540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114226894822904540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-it-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-114182534095589264</id><published>2006-03-08T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:42:20.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lets lighten up the mood a bit. obviously i cant do comics. sigh. tats joke on my name is starting to get into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/irritate.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/400/irritate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinggy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-114182534095589264?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114182534095589264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=114182534095589264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114182534095589264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114182534095589264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-lighten-up-mood-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-114182263769739698</id><published>2006-03-08T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:57:17.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;in the past 5 days, i was brought into a new world where suddenly any problems i had became trival, whiny complains, and the wishes i have for my life felt superficial and stupid. The pain i witnessed hurt me; it was way more than the measly pain i felt when i tumbled down the a flight of steps in sec4, way more than the pain i feel when i have a fight with steven. Like Nel said, the pain was so real. Yea it was so real that it cut all of our hearts so deeply- but not as deep as those who were pierced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I know life is unfair, but in times like this I cant help but ask God why it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; unfair, why bad things befall good people. I hope that He will answer me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I see a cheery sweet girl who has lost the glint in her eyes and the radiance on her face and the ability to laugh wholeheartedly, a girl whose eyes keep brimming with tears, a tiny girl bogged down by by the weight of memories and pain. How can any heart not feel pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-114182263769739698?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114182263769739698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=114182263769739698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114182263769739698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114182263769739698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-past-5-days-i-was-brought-into-new.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-114139913319217559</id><published>2006-03-03T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:18:53.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;POST CA.. YEaH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;First of all, i'd like to thank the Bus 18 driver who made me rush to skl like mad for my elit paper like im competing for some walkathon, chiong into the LT with everyone staring at me like i just turned up late for my wedding.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;He held up a whole bus of people for like 10 mins in the bus just because a Malay woman let her maid use a primary skl farecard. he demanded for her I/C and wadever crap... and even when the woman say she'll pay the full fare he still refused to give in and threatened to call police. seriously he has nothing better to do.. like aw c'mon it's just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A FEW CENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;... do u need to make a police report (and the subsequent fuss)? i bet the police wont even entertain him. Like what is he gonna say, "Hello police ah! Emergency!! Somebody cheat my company SBS $1 leh!!! I i closed the bus doors so she is trapped here, you must quickly come send one whole unit down with guns and handcuffs and throw her into prison!" Like wtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyway basically he did close the bus doors as though that auntie is gonna run away and escape -.-  they argued, a man came up and tried to settle things, but the uncle kbkbkbkb... den he called up the SBS company i think.. (well i bet he knew that the policeman would tell him to get a life so he decided not to call them.), so the bus just stopped at the bus stop. ppl began to press the bell to tell the uncle they wanna get down, but he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; IGNORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; it despite "DING DONG"-ing 4--5 times. wth la. finally the man got pek chek and raised his voice to the uncle and demanded that he wanted to alight and the uncle better open the door, so he did. and just when i got up to leave he shut the damn door again. LIKE WTHHHHHHHH la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;freaking uncle. i dun wanna talk abt it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;today i broke my nail : ( i went to Timezone with steven, we played air hockey (so fun :D) and lame children games... like press a button to extend out a "hand" to knock fishes down lol... bluff wan say got tickets in the end none came out :/ den we played "basketball"... as in shooting. and both of our first shots were SOOO bad, both of our basketballs hit the rim of the machine and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;BOUNCED OFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;. we tried to catch them (and thats when i broke my nail i guess so for a moment i felt a sharp pain) in vain and they went bouncing in the arcade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; SO MALU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;. :/ i only realized my finger was bleeding when i got out of e place. now one third of my fingernail is purple;  im just hoping the nail wont come off so scary :(((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ok i better go research on where to makan with the old clique tmw else phooniebaboonie complain i take so long lol.. i cant wait to have a good catching up with them!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-114139913319217559?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/114139913319217559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=114139913319217559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114139913319217559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/114139913319217559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/03/post-ca.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113976482030875681</id><published>2006-02-13T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T01:20:20.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you're bored and tired go see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;well, what can i say.. i laughed my ass off looking at pictures from the cross country LOL... what a good relief from all the mugging.. :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Laughs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;http://blog.vjc.sg/perspectif/tags/crosscountry/page/1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and more laughs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;http://blog.vjc.sg/perspectif/tags/crosscountry/page/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;laughs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113976482030875681?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113976482030875681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113976482030875681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113976482030875681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113976482030875681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-youre-bored-and-tired-go-see-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113950144716692792</id><published>2006-02-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:10:47.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;My Amazing and Cool Blister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/foot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;see tht pic? that's my AMAZING blister.within the black outline is actually wad WAS my blister on the sole of my foot 5 hours ago. It was a full, bloating blister filled with water... until i burst it by cutting a small slit in the skin. got quite a lot of water for a blister lol.. well cos the blister was big la. well anyway! what amazes me about my this blister is that the skin left after i burst it actually "integrated", or "merged" with the normal skin!!! so it's like at first after i burst it there was just this flap of skin like an empty bag, i din cut it off cos i always read about how that would expose it to infection or sth. and well now after 5 hours it has merged together!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ok i have a feeling i dont explain things quite well such that you're probably like "wth u talkin abt man"... well i'd gladly show u my miraculous blister if u ask :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ah i better go sleep. it's 12:07 am now!! the earliest im turning in for the past few weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113950144716692792?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113950144716692792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113950144716692792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113950144716692792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113950144716692792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-amazing-and-cool-blister-see-tht.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113923183979485155</id><published>2006-02-06T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:24:48.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why the 15 days of CNY is my favourite festive season heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1) on fri before cny eve steven and i had dinner at Al Dente Trattoria, a "grill it yourself" restaurant... my sirloin steak and crayfish were so yummy! obviously i have a talent for cooking cos my steak turned out so well unlike steven's which was overcooked.. ignore my pearls of wisdom la.. heh. we had good seats.. sat right beside the river as we had dinner.. a really, really romantic ambience..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;here's a couple of pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0392.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/IMG_0392.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/IMG_0401.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/IMG_0409.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the first pic was taken from my seat! den                          this is me with my grill.. the pic is a bit blur though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;very nice eh... but the luckiest thing is that we caught the cny fireworks in the middle of our dinner! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;after that we went to chun1 dao4 he2 pan4... there wasnt too many people so it wasnt like those squeeze until can die haha.. like chinatown..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the deco's pretty commendable this year, better than last year... or maybe it's cos i din have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;contacts last year couldnt see shit lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/IMG_0442.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/IMG_0419.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/IMG_0428.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/IMG_0433.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/IMG_0418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/200/IMG_0445.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2) [sat] on cny i went to po po jia! as in grandma's house.. collect angbao.. *rubs hands gleefully* but alas, i dun get to keep them haha.. have no pic here.. dinget to take pic that day... oh before that i had reunion dinner with my paternal side.. but my gugu and her family din go.. well thank goodness i dun exactly like her much.oh yah they are the dull side i talked abt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;this is my third uncle and his family.. with my family. his wife is ok, but notice how he doenst smile... i dun like that cousin, he;s damn irritating kept rolling his eyes whenever we talked to him. rudeass. anyway my uncles dun smile if u realise lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0497.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0497.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0496.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0496.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;yet another pic of the 'twin' sisters :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;at night i accompanied my dad and sis to watch fireworks/firecrackers @ chinatown... after that we went to the chinatown market and got caught up in a human jam which was so bad people pushed you to the side but you dont fall because there's so space and instead you end up pushing others as well lol.. the lanes were often one way and pretty squeezy... people pushed till the tables of one stall at the side almost crashed or toppled or wtv the word.. until the uncle started dispersing sweets to the crowd. i caught one haha! well it hit my head wad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3) [sun] on cny day itself i got angbao which my parents gave me! which i can keep of cos :D but i spent it all on steven's birthday bbq haha... and i wore cheongsam that day ok! lol.. in the early afternoon we went to my paternal grandpa's house... went to maternal grandma's house during late afternoon... the pic on the right is my closest relatives.. my mum's 2nd brother's family... :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0537.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0582.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;in the evening i went out with steven to watch jet li's fearless.. better known as huo yan jia! martial arts are so much better than the typical mafia gun shooting... i believe in fist fighting and not using dumb weapons lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4) [mon] i went to my uncle's (the one above) house in the evening... den went to catch "i not stupid too" with my family.. it was damn funny la lol! i loved the portrayal of parent-child rship esp the mother lol... but to the end i cried like mad. it's a good show, all teenagers shld watch it lol.. it's a good family show :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;isnt xiao li hui (the little girl in spects) adorable lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5) [tues] now it was my turn for my uncle and his family came to my house lol.. anyway i met steven baby again! my parents are so nice they are starting to allow me to celebrate festive seaons with steven : )) we had dinner at Long Jonh Silver's :) at night i joined my family and relatives at chun dao he pan (yes again lol).. this time there were so many ppl i wanted to faint. i cannot stand the sight of a huge crowd, dunno why but i get dizzy and dreamy lol.. but anyway we hung arnound for 1 and a half hours just to watch 5 mins of fireworks with a stupid boy who kept shouting stupid comments as i tried to admire the beauty of the fireworks.. told u that primary skl kids are irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6) [....sat] steven's bday bbq! i kept it as a surprise party from him and invited all his close friends over haha.. most unfortunately it rained from 3 plus to 7pm ugh. but my sis and jh, kum sum, xiaoyang they all helped me to set up the fire... i sorta regretted inviting steven's old gang (i really mean gang.) of friends.. esp that boonchao. came to my house smoking and i immediately pinched my nose and fanned away the smoke and told him "can you dun smoke here". irritant. and he brought his ah lian gf without telling me. her pants were hanging on her hips such that could see her buttcrack already and my sis was like "can u ask her to pull up her jeans." i could have just dumped a charcoal into the buttcrack man. for goodness sake girls shld just pull up their jeans nowadays. its damn disgusting seeing the dark part above the butt crack la. but on the whole she's ok la. but bc they all were damn annoying cos they refused to help with anything and just sat there giggling at dunno wad shit so freaking rude. during the bbq they also just sat there and wait for me to serve them food, give them sausages/crabmeat they put back said not cooked when hello it's already cooked! horrible people. i was so happy when they left. even steven din wanna hang out with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but the rest like jh, xy, kumsum, kw, ts.. were very nice.. they even helped me to pack up and insisted they take over so that i can eat.. nice peeps: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;me and my darling bday boy! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0647.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7) [sun] i went to sentosa with my family for the flowers exhibition... damn hot but the flowers were pretty.. i let the pictures speak for themselves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0662.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the dog on the right is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0665.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;made from flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;wor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0673.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0723.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0726.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0735.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;at night i had my CNY shopping! cos my mum gave me an extra $20 seeing i had no money left after steven's bbq... and i bought 4 tops that i spend $23 on in total :D my mum wanted me to wear them and let her take pics lol... anyway the bombos wanted to see wad i bought right so here they are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the other side of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; top is actually black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and turqoise but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; din capture it la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0813.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0805.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0809.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant decide which top i like best but i guess it's this yellow one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) and today the bombos and haojin gave me my belated belated belated bday present lol.. a bikini! and its so damn nice!!! but my mum scolded me say it's so skimpy lol.. owell... but yaddah its so pretty!! thanks bombo+ haojin babies {muacks}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0820.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;wow this is really a long entry lalala gotta go do work now ciao! i'll continue next time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;see, cny rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113923183979485155?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113923183979485155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113923183979485155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113923183979485155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113923183979485155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-15-days-of-cny-is-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113810120691427386</id><published>2006-01-24T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:25:58.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CNY is coming!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;My favourite festival of the year :)) The ang bao plays a crucial role ( ok i think ive written too many history essays recently) but among what i love are also the family reunions (not with my paternal side of relatives though), the festive mood when everyone is happy, and best of all is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHINATOWN!&lt;/span&gt; before i yak about my trip to Chinatown with steven last saturday.. i must explain why i detest gathering with my paternal side of relatives. I tell you, i can describe them in one word: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DULL&lt;/span&gt;. Capitalized and bolded. It's true. Well my paternal grandmother is senile, was never close to her, my paternal grandfather only speaks Hokkien which i can hardly converse in ( except for stuff like DIAM LA KB :X).. i'd love to talk to him sometimes, ask him abt his health etc, but it's hard when we cant conmmunicate. and well. he hates lee kuan yew : ( as for my aunt/uncles and their families, i honestly suspect they haven stepped into orchard road properly dressed for the past 5 years. I dun mean to be rude, but well they just strike me as that kinda people who coop themselves up at home all the time. they aint poor, they just scrimp; i heard that my aunt actually has tens of thousands in her bank. you know it's dreary to be with them on such festive occasions because they hardly ever smile, let alone laugh. They are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; quiet as though my presence is very intimidating.. Their eyes lack lustre, i mean it. Like those fishes in shengshiong. dead ones i mean. Then when we all sit around a table to have reunion dinner, it seems like only my family has learned the art of conversing, but because everyone else often stares back at you, you learn to keep quiet too. or maybe they're just trying to say, "shut up and eat ur food". i dunno. ive never, i repeat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; had a conversation with any of my paternal relatives in my 17 years of being related to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's hard to explain why this is unfortunately so, the simplest and most basic would perhaps be that my father is an adopted son unlike the rest of them. so technically we aint related at all. well thank goodness cos i dont wanna have their characteristic. maybe i seem like im exaggerating, but trust me, even my mum resents it so much she doesnt feel like going this year too. which of cos i disapprove cos i think we shld all gather at least for the sake of my grandparents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so this year if we do have a reunion meal, im gonna bring my history notes to read or something. usually i talk to my sister, but it can get awkward when you realize there's only my family talking to each other or to my grandpa while the rest just watch tv (even if its commercials their eyes still stay glued to it la) or mumble among themselves. I haven even seen them laugh before at some private joke or whatever. weirdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;okie enuff ranting i shall talk abt my Chinatown trip : ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;it was so fun! hell lotta people, you squeeze and especially at junctions you squeeze even more and you smell people's (esp guys) smelly hair those sweaty pigs and people step on your shoes but it's well worth it cos the ambience is great.. a lot of stalls selling CNY goods, so you can always conveniently stretch out your hands and grab some melon seeds etc.. theres no sign that says "NO SAMPLING" :)) dont buy the stupid "magic ice cream" though, it costs 80 cents for a stupid "ice cream" that doesnt have cream. it's made just by pouring flavoured drinks like green tea, root beer etc and frozen into a popsicle. its like, one 1.5 litres bottle of green tea costs $1.25 and it can make more than 100 'green tea' popsicles la. cheater. what a cheater. more like make your money magically disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ooh anyway the gourds (is that what they're called? hu lu in chinese) are pretty cute.. but i dunno if its for decorative purposes or its edible.. haha maybe i shld get one and use it as a water bottle.. you know those ancient chinese shows the "masters" always use gourds to contain water... like Ji Gong.. lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;there's lotsa pretty flowers too, like the ones that my sweetheart bought for me.. we were walking (or rather being pushed along by the crowd) den he suddenly tell the uncle he wanted 3 stalks... here they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0339.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0341.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;they're really cool cos you spray water on them and the petals will open up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and here are some pics taken at chinatown just in case you cant be bothered to go! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0092.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0245.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0269.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0246.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0277.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0254.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0272.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;haha i like this picture most.. they guy isnt covering his face, he was in fact telling my mum that she had to pay $5 to take his picture LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;happy cny to all : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113810120691427386?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113810120691427386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113810120691427386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113810120691427386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113810120691427386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-is-coming-my-favourite-festival-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113760279913636567</id><published>2006-01-19T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T00:46:39.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Post-Studying rants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;There are very little ways of dividing the world's population into two. The most straightforward method is of course, to divide people according to their gender i.e. male or female. Because so many aspects of life varies, there often exists a neutral or middle class, hence besides the above mentioned method there is practically no other way of dividing the world's population into exactly two (well good for you if you can think of another one cos my brain is fried). Well ignoring what i jsut typed in the brackets, my brain is fried, but before it was totally fried and "well done", i was enlightened! ive discovered a sure-fire way of dividing the world into two groups. as in the people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;by categorizing them under a) loves egg yolk (as in the gross liquid-ish one) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt; b) hates egg yolk! *beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Well there you go aint i a genius. I for one belong to the smarter group, that is, group b. All those belonging in category b should take our egg yolks and fling them at those in group a who will savour the disgusting egg yolks. the raw stench and the stickiness of yolks... *shivers in disgust* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ok bye. time to sleep. its 12: 44am. 5 more hours left to sleep. it's not that bad, but im really tired from studying for more than 12 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113760279913636567?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113760279913636567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113760279913636567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113760279913636567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113760279913636567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/01/post-studying-rants.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113734164572658978</id><published>2006-01-15T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:14:05.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;JC2 life sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;that's the story man. Iim super busy nowadays uggh. Assignments. Tutorials. Essays. Readings. Research. I can just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DIE&lt;/span&gt;. Just finished my s paper essay today after everyone else has handed in. I wont be surprised if i get kicked out of s paper class hurr. I still gotta find some material on North West Europe 1944-45 for my group mates. They're really nice peeps :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I still haven done my Maclaurins tutorial and Mrs Ang is going through Loci tmw already. thankfully i have my "econs break" tmw. theres also Maclaurins assignment to hand in. i also haven read my Measure for Measure notes. theres also new imperialism notes to read. and theres a Cold War essay due next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;actually i would have more time if not for the fact that i meet steven sometimes.. but well a relationship is a committment i guess i just gotta organise my time well. I know! less time online. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;anyway i went to the East Coast beach with my darling steven on Saturday.. now i got a lovely tan which makes me look healthier cos i used to be so white. yesss im gonna tan once every 1-2 mths from now on.. heh. we saw a really reallu huge horse shoe crab on the sand! it looked like it was dying, poor thing.. so steven and i flipped it with a stick till it "rolled" back into the sea lol.. den i was kinda paranoid about going into the waters after that :x anyway i discovered that the sea sometimes makes this weird "pop" sound.. it scared the shit outta me when i first heard it cos it sounds kinda like a girl doing a "pop" sound but there was no one else nearby.. :/but well the beach was really fun! i lvoe the waters :)) i think next time we will go canoeing (or canoing?) heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;im also my sisters gym buddy now, i go to the gym with her every sunday. also plan on hitting the gym with steven every friday so that lazy pig will not suffer like mad durinf NS lol :P think i will have to drag him there though haha. dun worry i aint hitting the gym to lose weight, im eating more and exercising for the sake of getting a more toned body.. i cant lose weight anymore if not i will fly away during this monsoon season. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ooh and i took several pics with my sis today.. we look so alike! :D (yeah i know ive said that a lot of times. but.. really look alike la!!) oh just that my face is fatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0121.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;my face is so huge la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0119.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0120.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0120.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;us three sisters! from oldest to youngest.. from smartest to stupid-est.. LOL jsut kidding la. my younger sis is the smartest actually. but its definitely from the lazy to the laziest :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ok i must go sleep now byebye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113734164572658978?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113734164572658978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113734164572658978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113734164572658978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113734164572658978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/01/jc2-life-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113618819008500373</id><published>2006-01-02T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T00:51:24.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;unprepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;im so not ready for school. doubt anyone is. i feel so tired, just wanna sleep for a couple of more days. my mood's pretty bad recently. my mum keeps on picking on me, i feel like screaming at her to shut up. every 10 lines she speaks to me, 6-7 are scolding me. It's my damn fault for every thing that goes wrong in the house. she aint happy with anything i do. told her my new years resolution was to wash the toilet once every two weeks and she still complained and scolded me instead of saying "good". whenever i talk to her she just gives me that irritated face. i can even get scolded for asking a damn question like "where are we going later?" and "can i take ah han (my lil sis) out for a movie tmw?". wth man. during lunch she was watching some madarin drama and she would make comments aloud, since no one replied her i would be like "yes?" and guess wad, she ignored me and called my little sis instead. it happened twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and steven doesnt exactly help. our time clashes pretty badly now, cos he wakes up at 3pm everyday, sleeps again in the evening, wakes up at night, and doesnt sleep till 4am. i wake up at 10 to 11am (not like i have a choice.), wait for him to wake up, do some work, get scolded by my mum of cos, do some chores... and i gotta sleep at 12 to 1am everyday (again i have no choice. mum's orders.) we do chat over the phone but not for vv long. sigh. nvm. just let him do wad he wants since he finished his A's. i've got my own A's to worry abt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;still haven completed my hw, and i still cant be bothered. i feel like soaking in jaccuzi in the dark and sleep away. maybe if it's not too cold tonight i will do just that. my mum has convinced me that being out of the house is better den being at home. i know she's probly having menopause, but i resent the fact that she ONLY picks on me. it's like, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;MUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wake up when she tells me to while my older and younger sis can go on sleeping. like wth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;im throwing a tantrum perhaps. but at least i'm doing so in words. stm ppl need a break ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113618819008500373?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113618819008500373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113618819008500373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113618819008500373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113618819008500373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2006/01/unprepared.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113587208136611321</id><published>2005-12-29T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:01:21.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;now for the happier stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;#1. My older sis is finally coming back to singapore!!! hehehe :P steven tells me i look more and more like my sis as i grow up heh. well now at least i have someone to share the load of a 10 year old sister who can irritate the crap outta me. well of cos i do love her but she pissed the shit outta me just now so there u go hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;#2. ok i said talk abt happier stuff right. i know! i got a dog :)))) i haven decided on a proper name for it yet so for the time being it has to stick with the cliche and tacky "gou gou" (dog dog in chinese lol). steven bought it for me as a xmas present. actually im kinda allergic to furry stuff but ah well nvm. and here's why my dog is so much better den any other real living dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;1. its quiet so doesnt bark like some mad dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;2. it doesnt shit around, so dun even need to be toilet trained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;3. it has a big, soft, furry and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; CLEAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; ass that i can touch. i know i sound pervert-ish but its a nice feeling lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;4. its well behaved and does whatever i wants it to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;5. it doesnt have a disgusting wet tongue to lick my cleansed face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;6. it doesnt have teeth so it cant bite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;7. it doesnt eat so i dun have to spend a single cent on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;8. it does not require cleaning often. only like one every 3 mths?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;9. its fur can change colour (really! i smooth its fur in one direction and it becomes light golden brown. if i smooth it in the opposite direction it becomes dark brown :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;10. it will definitely not paw off bits of my face when im asleep like the labrador that pawed off his poor owners face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;here are some of the most wonderful dog on earth's pics. with me of cos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0956.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0953.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i look so bad. think i better get more sleep ugh. this whole holiday i never exercise ONCE. not even ONCE. uggggh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;#3. Xmas!! ( ok i know its quite late already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;there wasnt much of xmas spirit this year.. couldnt really feel it. but neway i went to cheryl's church with steven. it's our first 'social gathering' together lol.. kinda weird at first cos we din know anyone besides hwei and cher who were busy. but phoon later came and we started yakking and yakking lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;i didint like the speaker's speech, he's that kinda christian i loathe, the kind who doesnt respect other people's religion. He was putting down Buddhism, laughing at how they apparently found Buddha's tooth and worshipped it and his tone was mocking, and i honestly wanted to tell him to just shut up, at least you dun see Buddhists fighting around like Christian and Muslim extremists. I aint a Buddhist, I believe in Jesus rather than Buddha, but i think there ought to be a line drawn when it comes to loving your God, and other people's religions. Buddhism aint a cult ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;steven and phoon din like it either, they were either figeting, playing with his shoelaces (looks at phoon),  'playing' with his thumb (looks at steven), stretching out their legs, and phoon even mouth "im so bored" lol. well guys were never good listeners! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;anyway the old clique gathered up for some juicy updates of our own life lol.. haven been in touched with these freaks for so long, i realise how much i love them! they will always be my 'babies' :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0902.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;thats cher, phoon, me and hwei! clique forever :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ok byebye :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113587208136611321?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113587208136611321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113587208136611321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113587208136611321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113587208136611321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/12/now-for-happier-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113576959106414263</id><published>2005-12-28T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T19:05:44.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT YOU YOU NEFARIOUS BITCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I planned on talking abt a CAG (chao ah gua) i saw yesterday but today i met and quarrelled with this bitch in public that i just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; to talk about and get it off my chest becos im infuriated. I never knew i'd quarrel with someone openly in public with people staring. crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;today i met fiona at my condo downstairs to chiong our holiday homework. i decided to go to the toilet to tie up my hair cos it was bothersome. there was a woman in her thirties, in a swimsuit (assuming that she was using the sauna.) (yes the bloody bitch.) and i smiled at her (damn i really wish i DIDNT). I tried to tie my hair up but the fan was blasting away so it was hard to tie my hair. so i switched it off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch:  "Why did you switch off the fan can you switch it back on." (her bloody tone made me think she was a bitch already.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me: "Erm I need to tie my hair and the fan is blowing and making it messy. I will turn it on in a minute?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch: "No. I feel very hot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me: "(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;wth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;) Erm just a short while and i will turn it back on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch: "Cannot! i feel very hot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;In the beginning i really tried to be polite even though i wanted to strangle her already. I was kinda pissed but i switched on the fan to please her. den i realise, hey, she doesnt own the damn condo, it's not like im permanently switching it off!and pls la how to tie hair when the fan keeps blowing at it like mad? And she went to a corner anyway so i switched it off again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch: "I tell you dun switch off why you still switch it off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me: "I really cant tie my hair with the fan switched on.. I will switched it back on in a while ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch: "You want to tie your hair you go home and tie this is a public place you cant just come in and switch off the fan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Wa lau. from here i got really pissed so i started arguing with her. i mean, wth la, tell me go home and tie my hair? you so hot you go home and blast your air con la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me: "i will switch it back on in 30 seconds??" (my tone was admittedly unfriendly already. but who cares, she started it first.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch: "you dont own this place you cannot be so rude just come in switch off the fan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me: "i asked you and you said no? and you dont own this place either you know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch: "the fan was switched on when i came in so you cannot just switch it off!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me: "....................... it's just for 30 seconds!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch: "It's very hot in here you know? how can you just switch off without asking?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me: (damnit I DID I DID I DID YOU SAID NOOOOOOO) "IT'S JUST FOR A WHILE I WILL SWITCH IT BACK ON LA" ( i raised my voice becos she WOULDNT get it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and after some arguement in the toilet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch: "I'LL GO AND GET THE GUARD."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me: "you dont have to be a bitch about such a small thing you know?" (she pushed the button. she asked for it, like cmon! cant i even switch off the fan for 30 secs??? it wasnt even that hot la wth!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch: "I want to complain to the guard!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me: "COMPLAIN LA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch: "YES I WILL. COME."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;so both of us went to the secuity guard desk where there was also an eatery and mamashop.  as we walked guess what she said? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch: "you think you very pretty issit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;wth la. just cos i wanna tie my hair up so i can study properly without my hair irritating me? i was damn damn damn pissed so i told her, "if you think i am, den so be it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;anyway as usual she went to the guard and kbkbkbkkbkbkbkbkbkbkbbkbkbkbkbkb about me. so i told the guard what happened and how that bitch refused to let me switch it off for just a while. the guard was like "it's just a misunderstanding" but the bitch refused to back off and went on ranting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;TELLING THE GUARD I DIDNT ASK IF I COULD SWITCH IT OFF. I DID, YOU F**KING BITCH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Bitch (to the guard): ".............. -blah- and you know there are two other people in the sauna and she never ask them if she can switch off the fan? public place you know!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Me (to the bitch): "People in sauna need the fan outside issit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i got so pissed i just raised my voice at her in public.told her that if she wanted such luxury (actually i meant ownership), she should just go and live in a private apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;seriously la. all i needed was the fan switched off for a while, not even a min, and i will switch it back on, and she had to bitch and scold me so much, acting like she will melt without a fan for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;30 secs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;. but what really got me off was the fact that i did ask her if i could switch off the fan for a while and she said no, yet she kept saying i didnt ask. well whats the point of asking anyway? she kept saying no anyway! and just cos she says no, i gotta listen to her like its her toilet? im a fellow resident too so its a shared facility. its not like i aint gonna switch it back on! issit my damn fault she couldnt freaking compromise? fancy telling me to walk all the way home to tie my hair if i wanted to. what abt her? if she is using the sauna and complaining that its too hot, she can either lower the damn temperature or take a dip in the bloody pool or take a shower in the toilet la! and at the end of the day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ITS JUST 30 SECONDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;. freaking bitch i could just slap her if not for the remaining self control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;BITCH. sometimes the uppityness of Condo residents cant just make your blood boil. living in a condo doesnt give you the right over every thing. honestly la, want such privacy and personal ownership den buy a mansion and have a built in sauna crap la. if cannot afford den &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;FACE IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;, you're just like people living in HDB, no greater, just that you've got security guards (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;OH OF COS, WHOM YOU CAN COMPLAIN TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;), and most of all, the facilities, and even the guards, are shared la waddaheck. thats why i always tell my dad, why cant we live in HDB flats. AT LEAST THE PEOPLE ARE NICER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Crap. Frigging bitch. the fact that she can unleash the bitch in me shows how far she pushed me. ive NEVER scolded or argued with a stranger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;gtg eat dinner now. will come back to talk about more peaceful stuff. *HEAVES A HUGE SIGH*... cool down ching. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;love, (to anyone but that bitch.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113576959106414263?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113576959106414263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113576959106414263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113576959106414263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113576959106414263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/12/shit-you-you-nefarious-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113353045541035910</id><published>2005-12-02T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T21:34:15.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ching, the lousy seamtress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/IMG_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/IMG_0276.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;spent a whole day making this tube which i decide i've got no guts to wear out. it looks simple, but trust me, i almost tore all my hair out sweing it by hand. now it looks like some girl guide skirt or something. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i think i will stick to buying my clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113353045541035910?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113353045541035910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113353045541035910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113353045541035910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113353045541035910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/12/ching-lousy-seamtress-spent-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113336272865725326</id><published>2005-11-30T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:58:48.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Photo taking lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;after taking many many pictures/self shots ( ima narcissist!), i have come to realise that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;1)i hate flash.. cos it makes me look bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/orchard%20mrt2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/orchard%20mrt2.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2) dim lights are good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/fareast4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/fareast4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;3) black and white is also good... (stupid steven looks so bored hmph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/blackwhite1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/blackwhite1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;4) sepia makes you look nicer too... but i still lok spastic in the pic. sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/sepia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/sepia1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113336272865725326?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113336272865725326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113336272865725326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113336272865725326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113336272865725326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/11/photo-taking-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113318384596413149</id><published>2005-11-28T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T00:52:14.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All peeps beware....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cos seeching has a digicam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;actually it belongs to my mum. haha.. but too bad.. it'll be in my possession most of the time :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;yeah anyway i was saying, peeps beware, cos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;may just appear on my blog! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;but i'll be nice for the first time and take pics of myself.. heh. you may find the poses rather familiar cos that is the way many Singaporean chinese girls pose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/big%20eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/big%20eyes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;well this is my mimmick of act cute girls who like to take pics from an angle such that their eyes will look bigger... "my eyes very big very cute hor!!" HEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And now, introducing the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1-2-5 pose&lt;/span&gt;... u will see this in many secondary skl ah lians/act cute girls' neoprints in friendster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/one.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/one.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;.. in which you jab your index finger into your cheek.. i duno if the purpose is to emphasize one's cheek or to create a dimple effect.. but anyway, be careful not to jab too hard or you will end up looking like this instead:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/ouch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ok here's the  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; pose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/two.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"TWIST!!!"&lt;/span&gt; this pose brings you back to primary skl days.. so it might make you feel younger, and well, c u t e r. (ahem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/five.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/five.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ah! this is the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'FIVE' &lt;/span&gt;pose.. i haven really mastered it yet so i look like a waitress trying to balance an invisible tray. owell. i duno whats its purpose yet, maybe it gives one the sense of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WOWEE-ness"&lt;/span&gt;... oh wtv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hhehee i bet the girls guilty of these poses are cursing me now. too bad :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/wtv.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/wtv.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; -a huge smile after the hard work of imitating ppl.. now isnt a natural smile just better than any act-cute ones :P *grins*-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113318384596413149?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113318384596413149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113318384596413149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113318384596413149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113318384596413149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-peeps-beware.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113196753971688062</id><published>2005-11-14T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:25:39.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Field Trip to Malaysia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Went to Malaysia with my family and relatives for the whole day yesterday... it was great fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Dunno exactly where i went to, but it's around Johor Bahru. Morning wasnt very fun, having horrible nasi lemak at some dirty hawker. We den went to a biscuit shop which din have the doube chocolate cookies i hope it would have. and the almond biscuit is yucky as compared to what my mum bought form sheng siong the other day. we went to giant after breakfast, and i bought 2 maybellin lipsticks for SG$14! i thought i saved a lot of money, until my mum told me the same offer is available at Watsons wth. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;We had seafood for lunch! Crab, fish, lobsters................ unfortunately, i looked forward to the butter lobsters but this restaurant's butter lobsters kinda sucked. there wasnt any buttery taste. I miss the lobsters i had in another restaurant!! sobs. ok nvm, get to eat lobsters very good already. After lunch we went to a fruit farm, temple, and again some kinda Taoist/Buddhist worshipping place.. the Bodhi Tree i think. My hair reeked of the smell of incense later. but it's ok la, i still went down to see. I also bought PoP pOp for my cousins to paly with.. and for steven and his bro. u noe Pop pop? the little ball of crackers than most kids play with during Chinese New Year... u throw it on the ground and it goes POP! ok nvm im kinda bad at describing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;We also went to an ostrich farm, where they bred, eh, ostriches la. chickens too. and a monkey. that gripped on to me so frantically it left a small red bruise on my arm. :/ well i din know it was on a tree, and i stood under the tree where the ostriches were to take a pic. Suddenly this crazy small thing leaped on to me and was like biting and trying to climb on me. The first thing that struck me was that my little cousin LiHui had gone mad, until i realise it was brown and furry. lol.. den i shrieked. :x thank goodness it was actually chained (just that the chain was long enough such that it had some freedom) and i could run away from it... hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I hate ostriches. ok, not hate, but i think they're disgusting. It's all birds actually. except for penguins. the way they flap their wings especially... i can just imagine all the bacteria that has been trapped under theitr dirty "armpits" flying into my mouth, into my nostrils, onto my hair................... eeeeeks. their beaks are also irksome cos they are so sharp. i cringe at the thought of being "poked" by them... ow! they're simply not cute la. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;my mum forced me to stand beside this huge male ostrich to take a pic.. i was like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOooOOoooo&lt;/span&gt;... how to say yes when i witness it peck at my grandma's ears and spitting out her earring????? i'd cry if it tug at my hair and yank them out man.. :/ but well like i said, i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORCED&lt;/span&gt; to, so u can see that i had no choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;oooh anyway i learnt how to differentiate between the male and female ostriches. first of all, male ostriches have a darker body colour as compared to its female counterparts. but the easiest way to tell if one is a male or female ostrich is by looking at its ass! the female ostrich's ass is mostly bald... its damn ugly. well all thanks to the horny male ostrich lor. i dun think the tourguide was joking about that part. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;the ostrich souvenir shop was rather gross too. i made an exit after seeing packets of ostrich ligaments, tendron or wtv, and its meat. i was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NnoooOOooo&lt;/span&gt; (again. i told you i hate birds.) when the uncle offered me a sample of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OSTRICH ESSENCE&lt;/span&gt;. hell, i just saw the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LIVE&lt;/span&gt; ones, and now you expect me to drink its essence? puipuipui~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;along the trip, i also witnessed many caged up monkeys... so poor thing. and it seems that everyone in that village has an ostrich for a pet or something. on the bus, i also saw this poor wild boar being hunted.. so cute lor why they hunt it.. : ( i wanna go halal.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;we had dinner at some chinese restaurant.. luckily they dun serve ostrich meat. was so hungry i gobbled down 2 bowls of rice... yumyum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;the last activity was a boat ride out to look at fireflies! the downsides were that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) it was nighttime so the big lake looked really creepy as it was surrounded by forests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) the lake was deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) i once watched lake placcid and the water was so murky it resembled that of lake placcid's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) i dunno how to swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) im scared that a crocodile will pop out of the water and bite me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) i was sitting at the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) i hate insects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ok so im not a geography student. :/ but i agree that the fireflies were beautiful! or rather, the light at their backsides. there were so many of them on the trees, they were like twinkling lights on a xmas tree... luckily they din fly into my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ahhh gtg for dinner... field trips are fun :))) bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113196753971688062?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113196753971688062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113196753971688062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113196753971688062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113196753971688062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/11/field-trip-to-malaysia-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113180732674410057</id><published>2005-11-12T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:55:26.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;shopping spree : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;im so happy today! steven gave me a shopping spree of $100 for my bday :&gt; i bought 3 tops for myself, one for my sister, one for my cousin's maid (for hari raya! and cos she only 19 yrs old have to work as maid..:/), a shirt for my dad... i haven bought sth for my mummy yet.. and $20 to charity.. and i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL GOT &lt;/span&gt;money left aint i good??*beams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ooh of cos i never leave out my darling... i bought him a shirt too and decorated this small jar for him.. and filled it up with gummy bears.. hehehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i feel like santa.. lol.. but it gives me a nice warm fuzzy feeling! :)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i went out with steven today afternoon too:) we went to eat at cafe cartel... we share a plate of meat lovers platter or sth... hehehe he so nice he fed me so i dun have to lift a finger! i just slouched in the cushion seats and have him feed me.. wahh like crippled :x and we took a lot of pictures! :D cos he vv handsome today (hehehehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;after that we went to watch Just Like Heaven.. it's a good show! i'd rate it 7 out of 10.. i cried too  lol.. but generally its funny and of cos sweet! :) maybe thats why i feel so "love-ly" today... im sooOOooo happy today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*kisses everyone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113180732674410057?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113180732674410057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113180732674410057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113180732674410057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113180732674410057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/11/shopping-spree-i-bought-3-tops-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113154289314720602</id><published>2005-11-09T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:28:13.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;End of PW-OP! &amp; mini a54 outing  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;muahahaha... no more OP! cher's and my group were unfortunately with Imran's group, and they spoke well... but thats ok! our presentation was interesting lol... my frens said i was steady, but looked like an air stewardess giving demonstration on how to use life jackets. haha o well. the qna was really bad though! couldnt really answer the questions... nvm! it's over! lalala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;after that a54 had a mini class outing @ thaiexpress :) it was pretty good fun as we all ate and chatted.. talked about men, not the way men talk about women though. in a sense we were criticising them for their lewd behavior towards females lol... and how unfair it is that we always go through the pain. not to be elaborated here lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;jay chou's 'ye qu', 'fa ru xue' and 'hei se mao yi' are so beautiful......................... even my dad couldnt believe fa ru xue is by jay chou, whom he labels as  monkey face or ah beng haha! it's just a pity he is with that stupid jolin tsai. i cant stand her. stupid bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;my history s paper has been approved, my parents are happy, but all of a sudden im wondering if im up to it. im not exactly very smart. always gotta put in a lot of hard work to get results. i dunno if i can work even harder... becoming lazy. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tried to read Toni Morrison's Beloved (in which one of my classmates said the men had sex with cows wth!), i totally cant geddit. haven even read a paragraph and i ended up sleeping. yawn. i only read one book this year. haha! nono wait i also read chaucer's The Merchant's Tale.. 2 leh. lol. so pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113154289314720602?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113154289314720602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113154289314720602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113154289314720602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113154289314720602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/11/end-of-pw-op-mini-a54-outing-muahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113137574445979574</id><published>2005-11-07T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:08:06.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bus idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you know what i cant stand the most when taking buses? it's not the occasional crowding or having to endure the stench of some smelly uncle... yeah those can be really bad but it pisses me off when i see young, able-bodied and healthy young people not giving up their seats to the elderly or like, a mother carrying a baby. it's even worse when these people are right beside them, yet they pretend they dun see them. it's either they stuff their ears with their mp3 headphones, as though that convinces me that they cant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEE&lt;/span&gt; somebody needs the seat more... if not, they close their eyes and sleep. or pretend to. others just look, and dun give a damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt;, are those that occupy the green seats meant for these people who need it more. sometimes u just inevitably wonder, dont these people know how to read? the sign says "Please give up this seat to people who need it more" or something along that line. simple english. cant they just get their damn asses off the seats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the second "bus-peeve" i have is how some inconsiderate people can just take up a whole pole to themselves. it applies to mrt trains too. you know those double decker buses like 65 and 28 where there are empty spaces for people to stand? today, for the umpteenth time, this girl had to wrap her fat arm around the whole pole such that other people couldnt hold on to it. i held on to the 'available space' left on the pole using my fingers and took the chance to edge my hand through to grip on to the pole when the bus jerked. well, the fat arm didnt budge. she went on hogging the whole damn pole like it was her boyfriend's arm la. the nerve of some people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113137574445979574?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113137574445979574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113137574445979574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113137574445979574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113137574445979574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/11/bus-idiots.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113103776200570601</id><published>2005-11-04T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T01:17:33.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 days to OP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;surprisingly, im not that scared anymore. at first i was like "shit this is gonna be bad im gonna screw up", but i realised that it's not that scary cos i do know what my project is about. the only thing is that i may speak too quickly cos i always thought that people who read slowly are boring:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;went to Safra @ Tampines to eat today.. at Sakura restaurant. the buffet is like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOAH&lt;/span&gt;.. so much food... the ambience and quality of food may not be as good as the at the Oriental Hotel, but it's worth the money.. only $26.. i had fresh sashimi, beef steak, potato wedges, 2 charwan mushi (however u spell it la), sushi, black forest cake, coffee cake, prawns, scallops... cant rmb already lol. there were oysters, but they were so big i got rather disgusted by them so i din eat. how lucky can they get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;after that i went to TM with my family and relatives.. my lil cousin li hui is so cute, kept asking me to go home with her lol.. saw royce and his gf haha.. surprisingly he waved hi. i was quite taken aback... but of cos i waved back. saw this ''fren'' of limin's, and gosh i feel like slapping her. so many earholes and got a nose stud too. limin told me she even had her tongue or lips pierced. is she gross or gross. not enough holes on your body come la i help you poke. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;at night at 10 plus.. i went to find steven who was at my house downstairs studying int he studying room... the moment i saw him i kissed him. after all the hurt we've put each other through, we really needed it. a show of love, to let him know he's still the only one in my heart. im so thankful he did not reject me, and instead smiled at me.. we sat by the swimming pool... as i rested on his chest, i realised this would be one comfort i can never get from anyone else. his smell was familiar, and i felt warm and protected in his arms... i wished i could have just sat there with him for the whole night, watching the sky by the pool... sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113103776200570601?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113103776200570601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113103776200570601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113103776200570601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113103776200570601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/11/5-days-to-op.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113094528664971246</id><published>2005-11-02T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:41:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;smile...and the whole world smiles with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;instead of brooding, lemme talk about other stuff. like my lucky ahs juniors. damnit, after 4 years of fund raising, whoo hoo we finally have enough money to revamp ahs! we even have enough money to build an activity room or wadever that has neoprint machines, lan room, pool table... yay... but that will all only be completed in 2005... when i graduate.. how nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;actually i bitched abt that before but now here's one thing that im petty about now: the fact that today's episode of my favourite chinese talkshow SHOOT! was held in ahs. DAMNIT. why are they all so damn frigging lucky...... when many (esp the sec 4s) are crappish people. just look at tingsheng. good for nothing. i will never forget the way he spat at phoon and us. wth, slap your bloody face ah. phoon saw the gang of them smoking outside parkway's macdonalds before too. so young only smoking their asses off.. good for nothings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ok crap i shall just shut up now. venting my depression on others. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113094528664971246?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113094528664971246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113094528664971246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113094528664971246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113094528664971246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/11/smile.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113094326790865230</id><published>2005-11-02T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:54:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...Recollections...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;was looking through my old online diary entries... went back to the days before steven became my bf, when i was still with yunhong.. i'm going through a rough patch with steven, a very rough patch. it's been 2 and a half years, many people go "wow so long!" when you tell them, but what do they know about the things that you've gone through to reach that? sometimes i get so worn down, i keep crying, i ask myself why. but when problems come up... i smile again and feel so blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;what am i? a 17 year old hoping to stay with her true love... in today's society i guess that's just dumb. everyone has a different perspective of love. is there even true love now? all i want is a guy who is honest and loyal to me... one i will protect and take care of..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but i asked for more. yunhong was an honest and loyal guy, but i chose to go with steven. i hurt him a lot when i left him; it's been so long, maybe he has forgotten it and cant even be bothered, but i still feel bad. and sometimes i wonder, will it come back to me? what goes around comes around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i had more. but the sacrifice was more as well. in the past 2 and a half years, i went through a lot and changed... my stand on relationship became firm, i gave up days of flirting, i told myself all i wanna do is to be with the guy i love. lol. 17, and talking about love. heez. now im stumped. am i giving too much to be with the guy i love? but what is love without tolerance and sacrifice? i duno la. my perception of love has become warped in some ways, disillusioned in others. sometimes it's so cool to be in love, everything bad becomes good... sometimes it just hurts you wonder why you're allowing yourself to be hurt. can love ever be achieved without committment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;here's some parts of my old diary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;(my conversation with yunhong.. the night we went separate ways.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;2003-04-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;//yh:''hmm u wan to know how i feel? hmm ure the first girl im e most serious eith lor.. ya.. and you asked me where you think we shld go rite. i wan to go forward but its just that how.. how shld i begin with.. i dunno. and at that time also duno wad you tink wad. bleah.. since now i know ur opinion and mine differs.. it's of no use anymore''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;//yh: Ya i'll regret too. Cos i realli dun think i'll find a better girl den u. im so serious until i told my mum abt it.. ahha. though dun think she understand my hints. ya.. we dun haf fun together cos we dun go out often. but last time even when i went out wif sheena.. i wasnt as happy as going out with her as compared with you.. even jsut walking u home which i rarely do so nowadays.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;//yh: i jsut wanted to say those things that i din dare to say in the past wad. i might not have a chance anymore so i rather say it now de. =blah=''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;after that, i left to develop my rship with steven. sigh yes call me a bitch. are there things i wanna tell steven that i should say before i lose my chance to? does he even love me still... lol. on 2003-04-10 at 5:32 p.m, i asked..."would you rather be with someone who wants you.. or would you rather be with someone who needs you..?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;i duno if steven wants or needs me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;this is so horrible, i feel so depressed, yup i just wanna cry.. but i cant. everyone's at home, i cant let my parents know things aint going well between me and steven. i feel so weak, i just wish i can disappear from the face of this world. just dissolve into the thin air. i cant leave, cant bring myself to leave. sometimes i know it might be better for us, he knows it too, it's just that at the end of the day we cant bear to. but increasingly, the courage to leave becomes bolder as things just seem to get worse and worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;if i cant disappear, can the whole world disappear so i can be left alone to cry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113094326790865230?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113094326790865230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113094326790865230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113094326790865230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113094326790865230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113069474143414776</id><published>2005-10-31T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T01:52:21.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;see if you notice it :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/1600/ice%20cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2057/1347/320/ice%20cream.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;take a look at the picture. see anything that makes u go "OMG" or "WTH"? haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;if you dont, take a look at the ice cream im holding.. doesnt it look like a men's penis :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dont scream at me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; lol.. i really, really didnt take this picture on purpose. this pic was taken last year.. or the beginning of this year, in bugis. ive come across this pic so many times but i never realised the phallic symbol till my mother pointed it out the other day when she was looking at my pics... she was like "OMG GO BACK TO JUST NOW THAT PIC!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;well. who knew my mother would have an eye for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; things. lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113069474143414776?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113069474143414776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113069474143414776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113069474143414776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113069474143414776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/10/see-if-you-notice-it-x-take-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113034084502270250</id><published>2005-10-27T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:34:05.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;EXTREME KIASUISM OF A FUGGINGLY IRRITATING AUNTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i always knew that singaporean parents were kiasu, but i never imagined them to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; bad. as i walked out of bedok library today afternoon, an auntie stopped me. i thought i dropped something or she wanted to ask me for directions or something so i stopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;she asked, in mandarin, if i was from vjc. so i said yes. she then took out some mock exam papers from her bag and started saying stuff like "These questions very hard", so i figured out she wanted to ask me how to solve them. but i saw words like "ELECTRODE" and "H-CCOOH-OOOH" or wtv crap, and thus realised it was chemistry so i told her im in arts i dunno how to do... she persisted, asking if i have a friend from science stream. (phoon struck me immediately lol) den she began asking if JC still has lessons, so i told her no, but we have PW. she talked a lot of crap, tried to ask me for my 'science-fren's' number etc. thought she wanted tuition, but in the end realised she wanted free help for her kid. wth la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i said nonononononono, but she persisted. started digging out my studying-life by asking me which secondary skl i was from, whether i took combined science or triple... on hindsight, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;IS THAT YOUR DAMN PROBLEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;. she even asked me what my CCA was in secondary school and what i did in Art Society. Wth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; I pour paint of aunties when they irritate me ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-.- she even asked me what my higher chinese grade was etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;wanna know where the kiasuism came in? When she started asking me how i studied for my chemistry, english and chinese, which schools' mock exam papers AHS gave us to do, and worst of all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;WAD QUESTIONS CAME OUT FOR ENGLISH COMPO, SOCIAL STUDIES AND ELIT DURING O LEVELS LAST YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;. wth man does she think i am that boliao as to rmb o level questions such that i can answer some stupid aunty's question on 26 Oct one year later. i was like NO i cant remember....... -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ok maybe that wasnt the worst. i really wanted to strangle her when she asked me for my King of the Castle notes. she din offer to buy them or what, she just requested i give her my hp number so that she can contact me and GET the notes from me. who the hell does she think she is, my relative?????????????? wth man, ive just known you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;UNWILLINGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;? i shrugged off her request by saying that i dunno if ive chucked them, so after some useless persistence she realised i wasnt gonna give in i guess, anf thank goodness she shifted to another topic. ok not exactly "thank goodness" that i still had to entertain her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;she asked me a shitload of questions abt higher chinese as well, and in between she dropped a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;not-so-subtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; hint: "aiya so sad i dont have your number if not i can ask you..." i may be stupid for engaging in a conversation with you, auntie, but im not as dumb as to give you my hp number so you can harrass me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;my gosh, to prepare her child for english compo, she makes her read JCs' compilations of GP essays. speaking of that, i think she wanted me to give her my VJC GP essay book as well. she was asking if VJC produces it and whether i have one, and whether we need to pay. wtv it is i got pissed and simply asked her "so kiasu for what?" and she was like "I WHEREGOT KIASU?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;talk about being so extreme you dont even realise you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i entertained this stupid aunty for like half an hour, would you believe it? my stupidity as well. blame it on my niceness hmph~ i answered her questions patiently, of cos, until the point where i really really couldn take it anymore and i was just forcing a smile. well, too bad, she just had to bug me AGAIN AND AGAIN... after i answered a question and thought she was finally gonna say "thank you" and leave me alone, she started on another topic like she was having some PANEL DISCUSSION.. so, still being polite, i told her "aunty i have to go already". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;GUESS WHAT? SHE WALKED AND TALKED WITH ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;. *pulls out hair* i tell you, in that instance, i was serioulsy controlling my frustration. i had some huge urge to scream "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;CAN U JUST F OFF ALREADY?????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;" ive been controlling my use of vulgarities well, but sorry, this aunty was just THAT BAD. i haven been so vastly irritated by a stranger in a long, long while. what was i thinking when i decided to even entertain her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;from now on, any aunty that approaches me, im gonna be on guard and the moment they ask me more than 3 questions about studies, im gonna say sorry ive dropped out of skl i dunno anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113034084502270250?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113034084502270250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113034084502270250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113034084502270250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113034084502270250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/10/extreme-kiasuism-of-fuggingly.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-113023255732534265</id><published>2005-10-26T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T17:32:36.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;stupid cockroaches!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;today it rained like mad again. umbrellas were almost useless as the rain could 'attack' you from the side. saw a piece of wooden board flying around... can you imagine if it hits your face. owww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;but the worst thing that could have happened to me so far today is at bedok interchange. i was waiting for 168/69 which took a darn long time. i felt an itch near my feet, and to my horror of all horrors there was a bloody cockroach &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUCK&lt;/span&gt; in between the 'curve' of my right foot and the shoe.. where you tie your shoelaces. i was like OMG and kicked my foot frantically. i must have looked stupid but to hell with it i must get that damn cockroach off my foot la!!! at first it wouldnt come off somemore. damn it, why din anybody notice and tell me earlier??? ughhhh!! it 'flew' away thanks to my mighty kick in the air thank goodness. later when my bus finally came i saw half a cockroach on the floor. its feelers were still moving though. maybe it was that darn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;cockroach. well, serves you right for freaking me out. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-113023255732534265?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/113023255732534265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=113023255732534265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113023255732534265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/113023255732534265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/10/stupid-cockroaches-today-it-rained.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-112980688167659707</id><published>2005-10-21T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T19:15:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE PW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;haha my group can be really brilliant. we had to redo the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOLE &lt;/span&gt;written report cos ithad to wrong focus, and we completed it within a night heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;but unfortunately there is still oral presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;signed up for history s paper dunno if i can get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and dun know if i up to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;the questions are interesting but needs seriously a lot of research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;dunno if i wanna sign up for the UN model thinggy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;it'd help greatly i guess since i wanna work in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;but it's such a committment and again, involves a lotta work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;i'd probably screw up the presentation especially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;can you imagine, presenting in front of politicians................... *breaks out in cold sweat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and steven going NS next year i wanan spend as much time as i can in the beginning of the year before he slugs it out on the fields. poor thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;i love guys in army uniform.. always had a fascination with NCC guys.. explains why all my past and current boyfriends were from NCC lol... of cos, steven looks the hottest in the uniform (swooms).. and acutally now i see NCC or army guys i also dont go "WOW" anymore. steven will always be an exception though. i remember i used to go weak in the knees literally when he walked in my direction, of cos, wearing his NCC uni.... *hubba hubba* so maybe him going army is not so bad afterall... every saturday when he books out i will be waiting at the gate (kinda sounds like prison huh. ) preparing to fall into his strong arms................................................. *sighs dreamily*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;im so humsup aiyo.  but not as bad as vanna la. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-112980688167659707?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/112980688167659707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=112980688167659707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112980688167659707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112980688167659707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-pw.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-112956510420422703</id><published>2005-10-18T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T00:08:55.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;CHIONG PW DAY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ok actually today is not the first day.. but you believe it tonight is the very first time all of my group members are online and talking PW lol! i was like so flustered.. had to edit so many things to form a ''newest, most updated written report".. got too confused. but now it's done whee! ok half is done :/ think miss tham is pissed with my group : ( wad to do... no leader no nothing takes a long time to ogranise stuff haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;my promo results are so bad so far. pinning my hopes on elit. hughes and chaucer please be kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-112956510420422703?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/112956510420422703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=112956510420422703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112956510420422703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112956510420422703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/10/chiong-pw-day-1-ok-actually-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-112938133783048803</id><published>2005-10-16T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T21:03:44.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;vjc open house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;haha of all people, i got selected to be an usher at the vj open house. i think the school must have been hunting down those yet fully integrated into vjc lol. i only properly ushered one family wuth phoon today during my shift..:X shhh lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;the open house ws like some vjc party sia.. it was damn messy but pretty interesting.. the jam band was good. so many people ah i see until&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tao tia&lt;/span&gt;. haha when i was eating ice cream nellie pulled me in to do the mass dance during the finale.. was dancing to whiney whiney while eating ice cream in the end stained my blouse uggh lol... also did 2 other dances and again whiney whiney.. i din know how to do the other 2 la cos i second intake they din really teach us during 02 lol.. must have seemed like a dork, dancing in skl skirt somemore. but the vjc spirit was high, pretty cool the way almost every victorian joined in the mass dance lol.. thats one thing i admire abt vjc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;listening to danny elfman's piano duet from the Corpse Bride now.. a truly beautiful piece. wish i could play the piano.. it's so touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;anyway i can jolly well forget abt my S paper. Miss goh says that for Paper 3, our class average is D, E, O and Fs..... sigh. the science classes who do history got Bs and Cs on the average la... kaoz.. throw face ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-112938133783048803?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/112938133783048803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=112938133783048803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112938133783048803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112938133783048803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/10/vjc-open-house-haha-of-all-people-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-112919863437654029</id><published>2005-10-14T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:17:14.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;i cant stand primary school kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;oh my goodness what the hell is wrong with these kiddos today. just overheard (ok not really overheard- i wasnt eavesdropping; she was talking right before me) my primary 4 sister asking her fren "so how tmw you want to go&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BEAT UP&lt;/span&gt; that person".  O.O den she was like, "school got camera later see us how" ...i was like " mai act cool la so young only talk about beating people up.." but she went on talking about how she's having second thoughts about beating up who she calls "retardedbutt"(at least thats what i think she calls him) because he lives in my area and he supposedly has a 50-men (or should i say puny little boys) gang and they might get revenge on her. why do i have a vison of little boys whose voices are still squeaky chasing my sis with water guns? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;my sister is certainly not ah lian, and neither are these stupid little boys ah bengs. cmon la they are from red swastika school? how ah beng or ah lian can you get? if these so called ah bengs wanna fight those from Bedok Green (they're side by side), i think even a primary 2 ah beng from Bedok Green can punch the daylights outta them. nonetheless, i do recognise the fact that primary school kids are getting more and more boisterous and they ought to go for some re-education. i know im speaking like a communist but too bad; they're annoying the hell out of me. ive even heard these puny little boys spouting vulgarities like F*** YOU ah in public buses... onggie also heard some boys saying "Let's have oral sex" or sth liddat on the mrt to other boys (i cant even refer to them as guys). do they even know  what oral sex is??? goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;and of cos there goes my sis talking about beating someone up. to think she is a prefect. -.- like, your beating up is what, hitting the guy on the shoulder and running away? i doubt she'd even do that. i cant imagine my sis cornering some guy and kicking him in the stomach or wtv. yeah she's rather big sized (all thanks to her rapid pace of eating... including MY SHARE of food :/) for a pri 4 kid, but it's just not her to beat up people. crazy little kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-112919863437654029?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/112919863437654029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=112919863437654029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112919863437654029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112919863437654029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-cant-stand-primary-school-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-112913052026271979</id><published>2005-10-13T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T23:22:00.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;05A54 BBQ... marriages....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;mon to wed (thats today!) was 05A54's chalet.. :) we had the bbq yesterday, haha first time i prepared the food etc :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;went to sheng siong market with cheryl ong, loh, vanna and jasmine yesterday morning... yawn yawn. the stupid butcher so bad ask him help us cut sotong face black like the sotong's squirt. wadever it is. sotong's really gross.. esp when loh and i were washing it was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ugggh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. the moment i saw the sotong's eyes i threw the head away without washing it. cmon, i dont think anybody eats sotong's head... right? passed some to ong and vanna to wash and within a few minutes loh and i heard screams lol. there was a fish head in the sotong wahahahaha..... well waddaya expect, sotongs eat fish and we are practically cleaning out their bowels. it was pretty gross.. cant stand anything dead with eyes. vanna was so freaked out lol.. it must have been a nightmare for her. i was also cringing when i had to pluck this yellow round ball of duno what which was attached to the sotong........ loh suspected its the anus:/ well i aint gonna burst the ball to see wad shit there is inside thats for sure :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;den loh and i washed the stingray and chicken wings while jas washed the prawns and ong and vanna washed the dory.... and mopped the floor etc. we were bushed by the time we finally  washed, cut and marinated everything and finally took a short nap of abt half an hour. predicted what covergirl was gonna wear etc and well everything came true ;P we're so bitchy. but cant help it la. when u want attention, you get all sorts of attention yeah? *smirks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;uggh during the bbq stupid nellie tried to force sambal into my mouth... i hate spicy food la lol... and jacq did some nanyang dance which got everyone into fits of laughter whahaha.. she did it so naturally somemore.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;was pretty sad when i had to leave the chalet... yup i enjoyed my time. come to think about it, though we had to slog while everyone could play at the beach, it was all worthwhile when people came up and said it was a good bbq. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;gee hope next time i can do the same for steven. like mabbe he invites some frens to chalet and i prepare the food for them... wad an honour :D miranda said i will be a good housewife next time... yay i hope my husband will think so too:X but most likely not. i still dread the thought of mopping the floor. i really hate it. it must be because my mum used to make me hand squeeze the mop and seeing all the hair and dirt stuck to the mop and my hands just turns me off. big time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;but sigh. speaking of marriages, im a believer; wish im married to steven now, but sometimes, in light of real life experiences, i tend to have second thoughts whether the dream of a blissful marriage can come true for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i dont demand that my husband brings in enough dough for me to splurge... at the end of the day i just want a loyal man who will not fall for another woman, one who loves me truly and will not lie to me. it seems like for some reason husbands have trouble staying in love with their wives. look at the wife who committed suicide bringing along the kids with her. i read her letter/poem to her husband and i totally felt it for her. how is it possible to be with a man happily whom you still love but loves another woman? you cant end it just like that because you still love him, and you already have kids... the problem simply lies in that he cant leave the other woman cos he loves her. i dont wanna end up in the same predicament as her... as well as many other women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sigh. if only there is a way of seeing if the man u love will betray your love and trust in the future. blissful marriages are becoming a delusion in today's society and i dont wanna be convinced it's not gonna work out for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/14766419-112913052026271979?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/112913052026271979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=112913052026271979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112913052026271979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112913052026271979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/10/05a54-bbq.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-112867060020102587</id><published>2005-10-08T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T15:36:40.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                               END OF PROMOS (wheeeeeeee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;yesterday was the last damn day of promos hehehe. i was damn tired after all the nights of last minute mugging, but i din opt for an afternoon nap and stayed up till 3am. now my dark eye circles are even worse and ima going out later with fiona koh for lunch... eeeeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i must start exercising man. next week the bombos are probly coming over to my place for sauna and gym together lol. i need exercise badly to perk myself up. been looking so tired, esp ever since i got a laptop. yay it's time to release toxins from my body!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;well, dun think i will fare better in promos than mid years. mid years i got CCE, this time if im lucky i will get OCD. lol. O for math, C for elit and D for hist. screwed up my math paper; left two questions totally undone, losing about 12 marks in an instance. din attempt a lot of sub questions too, and made stupid careless mistakes... i actually thought that square root (1+1) is 1 ugh. wad a dumb mistake. wtv it is 've lost about 50 marks hoho. God bless my remaining 50 marks out of the teacher's reach. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;as for history my well loved subject... although european history is starting to irk me... sigh thats gonna be a D i guess. ironically my european history wasnt that bad; Cold War was. well wad to do.. i only studied the end of cold war and crises of communism. couldnt do 2 questions on end of cold war/crises of communism so i did origins instead. and you know what? i dint touch origins &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;. i was practically answering based on what i can remember... simply rambling against the paranoia of the USA about the spread of Communism. sob sob. i studied history till 5am and slept 1 and a half hours before waking up and going to school for the exam. crazy i know, but all i can say is that it was well worth it. if i didnt, i would have answered every question based on my pathetic memory and well that would sure fail me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;as for elit.. owell. i gave up 2 days of studying history for elit. because i realised even if i din touch elit at all and spend all the time on history, history wouldnt give me full marks. and i dun wanna fail elit. it was ok i guess, but i din have enough time for the unseen paper which is supposed to be the easiest. luckily for unseen it's not compulsory to write a conclusion so im hoping the marker will think ive finished :X chaucer and hughes were reasonably ok although i gave a few wrong quotes. "Ful many a man weneth to seen a thing/And it is al another than it semeth" became "Ful many a man weneth a thing seen/ And it is al another than it semeth." wth how to remember quotations of such weird english. you cant expect me to get all correct. problem is that was in my intro, so mr ho's bound to spot it lol. hughes was freaking hard. but mr harris likes people rambling it seems. so im keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ok enough about promos. then there's PW. shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ok i think i better go eat lunch. wanted to go gym but seems like i wont end up doing that anymore. feeling too sluggish today. ugh im gonna look mroe horrible than usual. maybe it's time i learn to put on make up. :/ but i dont wanna get acne from make up or wtv skin problem. it's such a chore having to remove it as my prom night proved. i should just sleep more i guess. maybe i should lock this laptop away so i wont use it till the wee hours of the night. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;oh i miss the malay food in vj sooooo much...haven had it for 2 weeks and i feel horribly weak... think i lost weight &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; damn it. dunno why somehow the malay food stall's food makes me feel fatter and healthier. i neeeeeeeeeeeeeed it... oh no i sound like the stupid yan cheng's mother in chi4 zi3 cheng2 long2 who always yearns for the emperor's birdnest hurr. ok la byebye i need food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-112867060020102587?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/112867060020102587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=112867060020102587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112867060020102587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112867060020102587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/10/end-of-promos-wheeeeeeee-y_112867060020102587.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-112806281818768695</id><published>2005-10-01T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:46:58.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>frigging irritated with this mad woman who lives on the 3rd floor above me. almost everytime i wash my dishes at the kitchen sink i can hear her screaming away at her little toddler kids. she literally screams the house down. i wonder why she cant just be more civilised and not disturb other people with her incessant screams. it's really annoying to have a peaceful mind being interrupted so rudely by this shrill, crazy screams of a mad woman. it's like, damn it, you're making everyone else near you mad as well. sometimes i just wanna go to the balconey and shout "WILL YOU JUST STFU FOR ONE DAY." it's like, yeah, maybe she's facing pressure being a mother/housewife, but i dun see my mum screaming her head off as frequently as she does, and to the extent that it disturbs other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Corrinne May now... think she's really good in calming one's senses.. should recommend it to the siao char bor upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-112806281818768695?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/112806281818768695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=112806281818768695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112806281818768695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112806281818768695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/09/frigging-irritated-with-this-mad-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-112723320244911848</id><published>2005-09-21T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:23:01.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE PW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn fed up now. Rushing my EOM because tmw is the vj deadline. Actually I already prepared an article and wrote out the draft for it long ago and already gave it to miss tham eons ago to look through it for me and she said it was ok. Then yesterday jasmine suddenly message me tell me she doing same article as me. So now I gotta go search for another article and redo. Sometimes people should just learn how to stick to the tasks allocated to them. My pw group is so disorganised it’s scary. Nobody takes charge and everything is just in a mess. Most of the time people are just staring at me blankly and asking how? Like I have all the answers written on my face. Keep asking what to do what to do.. crap, do I look like I’m the leader? Den since they kept asking I assigned different topics to each of them to do EOM, and weeks later they will still come up to me and ask, “what am I supposed to do ah?” wth la. Told them each 2 or 3 times, in the end I stuck to my topic while everybody else just anyhow choose a topic and do the same as me and then I gotta end up redoing my EOM on an article. Blame it on myself too that I don’t know how to say “this was my allocated topic, I’ve already done it since you even started, you should stick to your topic and pick an article of that topic”. But sigh. Since jasmine is a nice person and my good friend I’ll just forget it. Then there’s Miranda and Nellie who still hasn’t handed up the drawings that I asked them to do 1-2 months ago. The rest have already finished. Sigh. Then again, they are nice people so I can’t bring myself to show face to them.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So in order to do my EOM on my laptop without disturbing my younger sis I decided to get out of the study room. And for some freaking reason she decided to irritate me to the core and came out to the dining area to read her freaking passage. My mum didnt help matters because she started to pick a quarrel with my dad, scolding away, and my dad, in order to drown out her voice, decided to turn up the volume of the tv set.%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-112723320244911848?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/112723320244911848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=112723320244911848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112723320244911848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112723320244911848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-pw.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-112424413508549006</id><published>2005-08-17T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T10:02:15.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;National Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;haven updated for quite some time. lets see, last week was national day hurray! i love singapore :) i think its time they do away with the damn balloting system to get NDP tickets cos i never ever get them. :/ they ought to give to patriotic people like me who hang the singapore flag. i love singapore so much that if they call on me to fight for singapore in a war i will. ahough i'll die the moment i get to the frontline heh. as much aa i love singapore, i dont attend my school's celebration though. they last minute then say monday got national celebratations.. so impromptu i knew it was gonna be a load of crappish stuff. indeed it was, heard they played interhouse games. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;to celebrate national day my family went to the tampines carnival. we were standing in the field waiting for the fireworks when my mum saw this muslim guy with beard (thus looking like an iraqi) standing beside me and she dragged me away saying, "aiyo dont stand near him later he explode ah!" not like she took em very far, so i told her that even if i stand 5m from him, if he's gonna explode we will still die anyway. her smart reply was that "at least you wont suffer that much impact!" lol, i dont really mind dying... at least you won feel the pain when the person besides you explode. you just go &lt;strong&gt;boom!&lt;/strong&gt; as well; within second(s) bits of you are splattering on others anyway. i', satisfied with the way my life has been so i'll die contented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PFT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and ugh i still didnt manage to get at least a silver for my PFT. damn school needs a silver to pass in their standards. just cos i cant jump far it doesnt mean that i'm unfit. whats the point of jumping far anyway... jump across &lt;em&gt;longkaus&lt;/em&gt; ah. cheeesh. i dont care. gonna pon all third period PEs until im being warned. then i'll just say, "oops i din know i thought fail second time then just wait till next year.". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;still in dance society, still hasnt gone for a single session, still looking out for a cca that falls on friday. honestly, i dont give a damn about cca, but my parents and sister keep emphasizing that i'll need it to apply for a scholarship. actually i wouldnt mind, just that i need to spend time with steven, and he's the least busy on wednesday, which is the day for most ccas. so i rather forgo a cca duh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-112424413508549006?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/112424413508549006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=112424413508549006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112424413508549006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112424413508549006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-haven-updated-for-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-112303402033800655</id><published>2005-08-03T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T09:53:40.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;gosh i dunnn i come to school for what. was late for school so i couldnt attent the PW talk in the PT. the talk apparently took up the first 2 periods. and today i only have 2 periods. so here i am in the computer lab.. today ive practically come to school to use comp man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i have been late like 5 times in 2 weeks. bleh. i better not lie on bed so mucn anymore before i face seet again. haha, speaking of seet, on college day my frens and i tried to run away. seet caught us, and was like "Let me see your faces so i can remember... trying to run away... like &lt;strong&gt;delinquents&lt;/strong&gt;...! ..... like  &lt;strong&gt;kindergarden kids&lt;/strong&gt;..!" well this is my first time in my whole life being called a delinquent lol.. please la we were all sitting in the hall watching the 'ceremony' from a SCREEN... couldnt even hear a thing somemore.. wads the point of staying... honestly, even if they had released us poor J1s... the guest also wouldnt have known.. lol :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ah i go toilet.. byeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-112226489958548298</id><published>2005-07-26T03:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T12:14:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vjc is so dirty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;make it incredibly dirty. went for math lecture at LT4 in the morning. as always, the moment you enter the LT there's a strong pungent smell; today in the whole LT there were only 2 fans on the side. so not only was the smell unbearably lingering, it was stuffy as well. ugggh. vjc is like some rural village school. the toilets are no better. if you're unlucky, you cant flush away your pee, a sorry case if you're having menses. think about how you're gonna react when you open the door hoping to get away scot free but come face to face with another person who wants to use the toilet. damn. if you're lucky, your pee gets flushed away, but water from the button &lt;strong&gt;SOMEHOW&lt;/strong&gt; gushes out and you'll be like "eeeew what is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; water". sigh. owell i must discredit the flushing system that much. there areof course, times when you flush successfully without any &lt;em&gt;side effects&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but. one cannot deny that the cleanliness of the toilets is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;ugggggh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. it's comparable to many hawker centre toilets ok. maybe one day i shld bug cheryl to take a picture of the toilet with her k700i so i can post it here. in the past we used to have servettes to wipe your hand dry but ever since school reopened after the june vacation i think the price of servettes must have faced some serious inflation. jialat. so everybody simply flings their wet hands to shake off the water, whilst others take their turns to step around, leaving the dirty shoe-prints on the floor. and then you question: "where the heck are your school cleaners?" good question. no answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;speaking of toilet cleaners the cantenn cleaners fare no better. if you ever get a clean table with no gravy stain(s) or scrapfood, you ought to buy Toto. in mjc the tables are practically clean enough for you to rest your head on. in vjc i never dare to do that. who knows, you might just go to class with crows eating off from your head. darn. are the cleaners voluntary workers or what? oh by the way the first malay stall and indian stall have probably declared bankrupt. haha. let's see who's next. the noodles and carrot cake stall? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;vjc better prays that the ministry of health never conducts a spotcheck. if not the whole school probably has to shut down. hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-112226489958548298?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/112226489958548298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=112226489958548298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112226489958548298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112226489958548298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/07/vjc-is-so-dirty_25.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14766419.post-112219146448179621</id><published>2005-07-25T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:51:04.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got sick of using diaryland so i decided to shift over. it's much more convenient to &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; my words haha. damn, u know one stinking problem with me? i've had so much on my mind before i decided to blog, but now im here, i've been staring at this screen for 10 mins and this is just how far i've gotten in penning down my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe i should start with friday first. as in last friday. i went back to Anglican High with cheryl and hwei. Phoon decided playing captain's ball was more enjoyable than being with us. *fine, you jerk* actually we all went back half heartedly; wasnt the most interested in going bacj. but well we ended up spenfing 4 hrs there, mostly in Mr Chan's cubicle though. haha now ahs' staff room has speaker phones outside its so fun to bug teachers!!&lt;br /&gt;we later went to the soccer court to take some picts. there were several sec4 guys playing bball. we approached one of those who were not psititng by the side and asked if he was free at that moment? he was like, ''wad do u mean by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?" honestly, u think we're asking for a date? doh. anyway the sec4s this year are really jialat. saw the evaluation of their mid years results, gosh, it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ahs' o level grades are gonna suffer a Wallstreet crash this yr. wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&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/2057/1347/320/IMG_0344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's hwei, me, cheryl :)  the old man is mr chan. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. anyway im finally coping well with life in vjc. admittedly, it is better that i came here than having remained in mjc. life's much less stressful here than in mj, and i believe im doing better here than i would have in mj. the shorter timetables here also mean that i have more time to find steven; counting on the fact that i have anbout 20 free periods each week, i sure dont have &lt;strong&gt;HOME&lt;/strong&gt;work : P and i have a new found gang of friends in my class besides cheryl, so there's no problem of feeling out of place anymore. besides, having so manyt free periods with myself have trained me to be more independent, which aint too bad a lesson. the only thing that sucks are the damn security guards. i know its not their fault. it's the school's. every wednesday i end at 9:15am actually, but i gotta stick around until 12:30pm. wad a bloody waste of time. monday even worse. finish lessons at 11:30am but gotta stick around for &lt;strong&gt;PE&lt;/strong&gt; which starts at 3pm and ends at 5pm. &lt;strong&gt;i hate pe, and more so, third period pe. &lt;/strong&gt;bronze is good enough ok. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh anyway i tried to make sushi for steven yesterday, and it was such a flop. when the rice was cooking in the pot for some reason it became to bubble and bubble till i thought the whole pit was gonna explode. luckily i switched it off. added too much water such that my sushi rice became more like porridge. waddaflop. i think i will stick to buying the ready made ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum is scoolding again... and i heard the word "shopping"! thanks mum for the reminder. i bought a pretty nice watch from Bugis Village yday for only $5! : ) i haven worn a watch in years, been depending on my hp. i bought 2 pairs of heels last week for only $6 each. one in gold and the other in metallic blue. they're not really heels. the heels are not that high actually. im so proud of myself cos i buy cheap yet nice things:D i dun believe in branded stuff unless they're on discount. lets face it, the cost price of those stuff are not even the discounted prices. i saw a really &lt;strong&gt;UGLY &lt;/strong&gt;blouse in an old Female mag the other day... from Prada. It's like a piece of spoilt batik with light and grey patches all over with an embroidered pistol on it. it costs a frigging $680. gosh, i wouldnt even pay a dollar to buy it. it's downright fuggin' ugly. i bet if that same piece of blouse was sold in Hang Ten or wadever, people would diss it as being typically ugly. But because it's from Prada, people lavish it with praises and think of 6 ways to wear it like in Female mag. How about a 7th way-- use it as a tablecloth? gosh, the prices people pay for branded goods. Prada prada.. i panda ah. with $680 i can buy loads of other stylish stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm think im gonna end here. gotta mark my younger sis' science assessment book. which she often fills in with dumb answers. Once, there was this question &lt;strong&gt;"How is respiration important to us?" and she actually wrote "Because without it, we will die!"&lt;/strong&gt;. talk about giving a bad answer; she actually had the nerve to add an exclamation mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;ching&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14766419-112219146448179621?l=chinggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/feeds/112219146448179621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14766419&amp;postID=112219146448179621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112219146448179621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14766419/posts/default/112219146448179621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chinggy.blogspot.com/2005/07/got-sick-of-using-diaryland-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ching</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xc0vONrHjC4/SSvY79fM-fI/AAAAAAAAADM/rNrdmFEWwF0/S220/Picture+008%5B1%5D'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
