<?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-14130174</id><updated>2012-01-19T15:18:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Irony</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>407</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8571496255392163045</id><published>2011-12-07T09:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:01:08.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is your life, this is your time</title><content type='html'>Recently I got my iPhone 4s and I wasted no time toying with Siri. Of course when you're in a bad mood it helps that whenever you curse and swear there's always an annoying reply.. which makes you curse and swear all the more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played around with the camera lomo-typed effects a lot. Gave up on Golden Half because you need a film and the time to develop - but this is instant which i loveee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNmTW1O_NWc/Tt7DxB542CI/AAAAAAAAAzg/d6_xucEp5cY/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683195026880387106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was testing the front camera. It was a super CMI shot. But thanks to camera apps. It became a less-CMI shot. Not none. Just less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay here's another shot with the awesome camera effects thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pcutBnfh_8/Tt7DxapBLtI/AAAAAAAAAzs/kxxv1Go8nw8/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2pcutBnfh_8/Tt7DxapBLtI/AAAAAAAAAzs/kxxv1Go8nw8/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683195033520516818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kx at Wild Honey Scotts Square&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So amazing! Haha. Yes, I am a laggard and I have just recently discovered the wonders of the iPhone and the range of apps it offers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iPhone craze/obsession aside, I love this music video featuring Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon Levitt. Three words to describe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quirky, offbeat and uplifting. Well, at least for me. Well if you have 3 minutes of time to kill. Here ya go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rtVh8kVZ_XM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8571496255392163045?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8571496255392163045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8571496255392163045' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8571496255392163045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8571496255392163045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-your-life-this-is-your-time.html' title='This is your life, this is your time'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lNmTW1O_NWc/Tt7DxB542CI/AAAAAAAAAzg/d6_xucEp5cY/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6574852718996132222</id><published>2011-11-07T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:33:04.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have the shield; I'll take the sword</title><content type='html'>Why is everybody moaning about how difficult exams are going to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complain - must study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't compain - also must study&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might as well suck it up and do your best?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case anyone needs to de-stress, here's a 5-minute breather. She's my new favourite singer already and has many awesome songs. This is one of my ultimate favourite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TpDjO3NQxdY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;If you don't like this song. I AM QUESTIONING OUR FRIENDSHIP YA HEAR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No haha not. Joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or am I really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Exams get to me in a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6574852718996132222?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6574852718996132222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6574852718996132222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6574852718996132222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6574852718996132222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-have-shield-ill-take-sword.html' title='You have the shield; I&apos;ll take the sword'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TpDjO3NQxdY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8884863239093467</id><published>2011-10-26T01:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T03:08:27.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story about a girl name Lucky</title><content type='html'>At the end of the day. It's not the gift count that matters. It's the friends who bother.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8884863239093467?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8884863239093467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8884863239093467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8884863239093467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8884863239093467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/10/story-about-girl-name-lucky.html' title='a story about a girl name Lucky'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-7792529634717174157</id><published>2011-10-21T10:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:41:55.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>or are we dancers?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it. It's been 6 days since I have stepped out of the house. And I'm not even doing exciting stuff like reading my novels. Exciting. Hahhhhh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I managed to find this barely decent photo of sis and bro-in-law (tee hee feels weird).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRj31wDub_0/TqDX8MaPWsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VI2KkaiUBaI/s320/P1000903.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665765760355490498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ringing the bells at Amara Sanctuary Resort during ROM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHp1TUgmthQ/TqDY8aSXhyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jA7dI0W2QCI/s1600/P1000924.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bHp1TUgmthQ/TqDY8aSXhyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/jA7dI0W2QCI/s320/P1000924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665766863592195874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With the beauuuutiful Mrs Chong. Yes I know I have bad posture. STFU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahem. As I was saying. On another happy occasion, celebrated my dad's birthday! Though there was no big feast involved, at least we sat down for family dinner. and ate packed dishes from Soup Restaurant. Yum's the word. YUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the same day. My dog decides to be a total bitch (pun intended) and wreck a plastic bag to chomp off one whole block of kueh lapis. I repeat. ONE WHOLE FRICKIN BLOCK. Absolutely horrid. She. Is. FAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo. Break's over. Hitting the books with my head now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I shall grace you with the last photo of the day of me being greedy trying to eat one whole cake by myself. But definitely not as greedy as xiaobai. Definitely NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ2PWw6g9EA/TqDY8BCupmI/AAAAAAAAAzI/zS9laYwJHmw/s320/P1000942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665766856815715938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-7792529634717174157?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/7792529634717174157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=7792529634717174157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7792529634717174157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7792529634717174157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/10/or-are-we-dancers.html' title='or are we dancers?'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GRj31wDub_0/TqDX8MaPWsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/VI2KkaiUBaI/s72-c/P1000903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1242333012766550362</id><published>2011-10-17T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T19:09:31.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay this is something that I wanted to say few months ago that has been constantly bugging me. GUYS. IT'S NOT COOL TO CONSTANTLY FAWN ALL OVER KOREAN FEMALE IDOLS AND POST THEIR NEWS HAPPENINGS OVER FB and add captions like 'wow, so pretty'. It's damn gross.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know why, I just want to bitch slap when I see that kind of idiot stuff being shown on my wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess my exam angst is not over yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and on a side note - congrats to my sis and alan! I wanted to post a nice photo of them but I realised I didn't have any worthy pictures to upload D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1242333012766550362?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1242333012766550362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1242333012766550362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1242333012766550362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1242333012766550362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/10/okay-this-is-something-that-i-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6603460364774638990</id><published>2011-10-10T03:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T03:35:52.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow fat cat speaking</title><content type='html'>This semester is coming to a close and thank goodness. Faster please, thankyou. So many events during this period that my head is still spinning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Minor house renovations (I've got my own room now, awesomee!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sis wedding preparations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Exams coming up (right before that was the project craze period -_-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My resume which I have not -ahem- yet done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my 21st birthday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which I'm not going to do a single shit - thanks to exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. THAT was depressing. Time to sleep off the hunger and drained brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can, I will, I must conquer that 4 damnassholicboringtextbook modules. Mwahahahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww mommy I'm soooooo hungry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6603460364774638990?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6603460364774638990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6603460364774638990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6603460364774638990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6603460364774638990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-semester-is-coming-to-close-and.html' title='Meow fat cat speaking'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-9152434921073430999</id><published>2011-09-01T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:46:04.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictive Lanvin Campaign</title><content type='html'>This Fall Ad Campaign video for Lanvin is SO addictive!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S3N8QZTsZic" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weirdly awesomme. Don't you just want to buy the whole collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-9152434921073430999?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/9152434921073430999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=9152434921073430999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/9152434921073430999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/9152434921073430999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/09/addictive-lanvin-campaign.html' title='Addictive Lanvin Campaign'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/S3N8QZTsZic/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-2656569980036536821</id><published>2011-07-28T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:51:52.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a love-hate thing</title><content type='html'>I am so NOT ready to go back to study mode. School has started for 3 weeks but I still have this inertia! DAMN.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the modules doesn't look appealing so far at all. Worse, all the textbooks are colourless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Business Finance is pissing me off and making me enthusiastic about attempting the questions at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*grumblegrumbleson*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna be an 'ol lady before I turn 25. I'm sure of it. D=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-2656569980036536821?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/2656569980036536821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=2656569980036536821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2656569980036536821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2656569980036536821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-love-hate-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a love-hate thing'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8614726525237494655</id><published>2011-06-22T03:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:39:54.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in love under the raspberry sun</title><content type='html'>I spent the whole of today - well more likely yesterday since this is already almost 4- watching chick flicks which I haven't done for ages.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've watched REALLY. A lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I think that if I have to pick my favourite out of this marathon thingy, it will DEFINITELY be Leap Year (2010) played by Amy Adams and Matthew Godde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0j6P9DPpG0/TgD3Dxlp2QI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Y0bac_ewP28/s320/PhotoOne.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620763979181316354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I koped this picture off the internet because the movie poster does no justice to the whole thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The setting is awesome (Ireland cue swoon). The cast is awesome. The script, meh what do you except from a chick flick. Overall it was a really really good movie. I think it ranks top on my chick flick list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it doesn't hurt that they have a very good wardrobe stylist. I WANT the lead's scarf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't care that reviews gave it a one out of five. In my opinion, its one of the best. And since it is impossible to make me angry after watching such a feel good movie - I dont even mind if the damn pigeons wake me up at 11am like they always do in the morning whilst bathing in my balcony fountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh. 'Tis a great moment to feel alive =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8614726525237494655?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8614726525237494655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8614726525237494655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8614726525237494655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8614726525237494655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/06/fall-in-love-with-raspberry-sun.html' title='Falling in love under the raspberry sun'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R0j6P9DPpG0/TgD3Dxlp2QI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Y0bac_ewP28/s72-c/PhotoOne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-3792085530731118545</id><published>2011-06-07T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T01:52:02.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have a smile, it's on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-3792085530731118545?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/3792085530731118545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=3792085530731118545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3792085530731118545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3792085530731118545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/06/have-smile-its-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8689142748118068262</id><published>2011-05-04T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:12:31.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No butter crab and ice-cream? No thanks!</title><content type='html'>I'm absolutely drooling over fashion blogs. &lt;div&gt;I've stumbled upon two by accident and I came to a conclusion that they look fantastic wearing anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I started wondering if its just cause of their fabulous model figures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for a second I kinda wished I had a stick figure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is, until I reminded myself that I will have to eat cotton balls dipped into lemon juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eyeck. No thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8689142748118068262?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8689142748118068262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8689142748118068262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8689142748118068262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8689142748118068262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-butter-crab-and-ice-cream-no-thanks.html' title='No butter crab and ice-cream? No thanks!'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1028159876028112911</id><published>2011-04-19T03:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:40:36.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adidas brilliant ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2nJh3SsxqY/TayVWTfuZRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LxqZi-A2nOY/s1600/adidas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2nJh3SsxqY/TayVWTfuZRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LxqZi-A2nOY/s320/adidas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597012647337682194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo loving this 'Adidas is all in' commercial. Absolutely fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Two thumbs up!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other ads are interesting too, such as DBS - Living Breathing Asia or Heineken - Open Your World. But I guess Adidas is the icing on the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1028159876028112911?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1028159876028112911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1028159876028112911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1028159876028112911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1028159876028112911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/04/adidas-brilliant-ad.html' title='Adidas brilliant ad'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g2nJh3SsxqY/TayVWTfuZRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/LxqZi-A2nOY/s72-c/adidas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1638090492979375220</id><published>2011-04-16T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:27:54.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you play it - to the beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f70AFmZkI10/Tam0qviqtgI/AAAAAAAAAyI/dBlRbrSHcOc/s1600/My%2Bpretty%2Bhighlighters.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f70AFmZkI10/Tam0qviqtgI/AAAAAAAAAyI/dBlRbrSHcOc/s320/My%2Bpretty%2Bhighlighters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596202658393929218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am almost non-existent during exam break. Well. And holidays because I'll be busy shopping. Well there is nothing happy about recently, I've been feeling pretty moody so *shrugs. taking a big girl pill now. Ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1638090492979375220?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1638090492979375220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1638090492979375220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1638090492979375220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1638090492979375220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-you-play-it-to-beat.html' title='And you play it - to the beat'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f70AFmZkI10/Tam0qviqtgI/AAAAAAAAAyI/dBlRbrSHcOc/s72-c/My%2Bpretty%2Bhighlighters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6653063906946550101</id><published>2011-01-04T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:56:10.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bawr~</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be the first day of school. Somehow its still a mixed feeling for me.&lt;br /&gt;I think I like the new notes more than wanting to attend lectures. And I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; even look at the lecture notes yet. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another 4 months of hard work and before you know it, holidays will be around the corner again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to sleep late even though lessons are at noon tomorrow - beginning to regret the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caffeinated&lt;/span&gt; Starbucks for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saboteur - the It game now. Had rounds and rounds of it with kx and his family which was really fun. Hope this will be the game to play with my school friends this sem too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir! I'll write when I write!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6653063906946550101?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6653063906946550101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6653063906946550101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6653063906946550101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6653063906946550101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2011/01/bawr.html' title='Bawr~'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8977709280756101077</id><published>2010-12-02T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:04:15.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the PIMP syndrome</title><content type='html'>Helloo world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for (or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results release day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun dun dun dunnnn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also the day where I have what I will crudely describe it as a PIMP syndrome. You know, aka pee-in-my-pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not that funny, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing interesting happened this past few days since I last updated. It's just the usual. &lt;em&gt;Nua-ing &lt;/em&gt;at home, shopping and &lt;em&gt;nua-ing &lt;/em&gt;somemore. Yup, good ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shan't waste my time here where I can be sleeping - I'll be closer to the time when results release anyway. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8977709280756101077?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8977709280756101077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8977709280756101077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8977709280756101077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8977709280756101077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/12/pimp-syndrome.html' title='the PIMP syndrome'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-2363617127040814503</id><published>2010-11-01T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:35:05.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'mma free - bitch</title><content type='html'>the title says it all. Holidays here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-2363617127040814503?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/2363617127040814503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=2363617127040814503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2363617127040814503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2363617127040814503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/11/imma-free-bitch.html' title='I&apos;mma free - bitch'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8377200573007608685</id><published>2010-10-19T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:45:10.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop oh yes, wait a minute Mr Postman!</title><content type='html'>My sister dragged me out of bed at 9am today to wait for the parcel that is suppose to arrive today. Since the parcel delivery time was 9am - 12pm. I had no choice but to sleep on the couch instead whilst waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I never knew why must people talk so loud. There was this auntie practically hollering downstairs for like a few minutes. And I was pretty sure I mumbled something about shooting her with a tranquiliser. Oh yeah and this baby which (no there is no mistake in my grammer) keep screaming its lungs out. Huh. Anyway, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So waiting sleepily 2 hours later, parcel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/TL176Lj7zdI/AAAAAAAAAxY/mij-0XU_FVA/s1600/DSCF3731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529712156946976210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/TL176Lj7zdI/AAAAAAAAAxY/mij-0XU_FVA/s320/DSCF3731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASOS big plastic bag. So exciting right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/TL176ZlvM-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/OXqbyLsmId8/s1600/DSCF3732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529712160712635362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/TL176ZlvM-I/AAAAAAAAAxg/OXqbyLsmId8/s320/DSCF3732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out spills all the clothes. So happy right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT. Sadly, more than 90% of the pile does not belong to me nor my sister. We only bought a piece.. Kwakwa.. And there looking at the other pieces I suddenly feel the urge to tell the rest of the people the shipment got lost, no choice but to refund the money and SEIZE the clothes! Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;No, no chance of happening though. Bad karma will so turn back and kick you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this ends my 'exciting' day. I don't want to whine and all about exam stress so I'm sparing you guys. That is, if you are even reading this mindless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! The previous days were more interesting, besides studying I also wiped out an ants' nest. Photos may be uploaded. I mean, it's kinda gross but coool. Not just having a future as a photocopying auntie, I now also see myself as potential pest control unit. Specialty: ants and only ants. Yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is my Dad's birthday! *Throws lottery papers*&lt;br /&gt;(well, I don't think my dad is a confetti type of guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because I'm 'mugging' no fancy dinner or anything tonight, just the ol' birthday cake =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/TL176gGXGFI/AAAAAAAAAxo/qg-rpJt94CI/s1600/Photo0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529712162460080210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/TL176gGXGFI/AAAAAAAAAxo/qg-rpJt94CI/s320/Photo0223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly gorgeous rock that my dad bought for me and my sis. The colours are reallyy pretty when the light hits it in different angles. My camera phone does no justice to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my birthday is coming up soon, I thought I might reflect a little on what it is going to be like growing up to 20 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I've definitely been able to let go much more. I'm still as thankful and feel blessed to have such an awesome family. I'm not sure if I turned into a mindless bimbo/thoughtless bitch though. I just hope the 20s is going to be kickass for me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/TL176y9RAkI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Kgx7JZ7S9KA/s1600/Photo0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529712167522206274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/TL176y9RAkI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Kgx7JZ7S9KA/s320/Photo0250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very simple but meaningful bulletin board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot anything familiar? All these cards &amp;amp; notes do hold a special something in my heart. Although these may be friends that I'm still contacting, in the process of losing contact, have already lost contact eons ago, their little way of caring still makes me smile. As I move on, I hope the friends I am in contact will still contact me 20/30 years down the road. But in reality, you win some, you lose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy! Enough with all the old lady talk. The next update will probably be during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-19October2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8377200573007608685?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8377200573007608685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8377200573007608685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8377200573007608685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8377200573007608685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/10/stop-oh-yes-wait-minute-mr-postman.html' title='Stop oh yes, wait a minute Mr Postman!'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/TL176Lj7zdI/AAAAAAAAAxY/mij-0XU_FVA/s72-c/DSCF3731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-2163451935554137121</id><published>2010-09-09T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T16:09:10.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still not emo</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I can just be invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forget about every shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the time comes when I want to go back to my socialising mood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POOF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. If only....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-2163451935554137121?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/2163451935554137121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=2163451935554137121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2163451935554137121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2163451935554137121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/09/still-not-emo.html' title='Still not emo'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-5600142336800103013</id><published>2010-08-26T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:33:14.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure, not all things in life I'm sure of.</title><content type='html'>My sister said to me gravely a few seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;"Pohyu, not all things in life you can be sure of -"&lt;br /&gt;"but the room is very warm - you're sure of that right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: Pohyu, can we turn on the air con cause I'm friggin hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHA. It's like asking permission from me to turn on the air-con so that when my mum grumbles about the electricity bill and how we keep abusing our privileges, she can just point an accusing finger at me and say "shedidit'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is annoyingly overwhelming. I have 4 projects due in 2+weeks or so. Good job. Every weekday is a pathetic 5 hour-max sleep. And every weekday = project day. Top it up with the fact that 90% of our lectures start on 8.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Fyi: I stay in Tampines and my school is at Clementi??&lt;br /&gt;I know, pitiful ain't it. But I honestly avoid to complain as much as possible on my blog so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DROP SUBJECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, speaking of subject, I now have 5 modules this semester to take. They are Distributional Channels, Organisational Behaviour, Market Research, Buyer Behaviour and&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Monopoly Deal.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. It has seriously become alot of my friends' sources of stress reliever and addiction, much to our dismay / relief. Project meeting = 1 hr of eating, max 2 hr discussion and productive work, 1hr++ of monopoly deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. At least it keeps our sanity in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the rest of my random thoughts, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;-  Designer coffee is bombing my money like siao.&lt;br /&gt;-  I'm proud of the organisers behind the YOG. Superb performance and efficiency overall. No doubt China having its ample supply of resources will be grander come next YOG, but as I told my mum. Not everything is about commpetition.&lt;br /&gt;-  I LOVE how practising yoga can bring you so many benefits&lt;br /&gt;-  I'm barely surviving my Korean lessons due to overwhelming school load&lt;br /&gt;-  I still think the new SBS in bright purple and red spells failure with captial F. Increase stability my foot. Why can't we have the old SBS bus with blue - green seats back?&lt;br /&gt;-  I want to go shopping! Who wants to fund me? Awww. Comeon!&lt;br /&gt;-  I miss playing my keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not a fan for this acronym because I thought it was so over-rated but. TGIF!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-5600142336800103013?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/5600142336800103013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=5600142336800103013' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5600142336800103013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5600142336800103013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/08/sure-not-all-things-in-life-im-sure-of.html' title='Sure, not all things in life I&apos;m sure of.'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8914627447343448001</id><published>2010-07-31T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T19:55:29.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to torture people and make people suffer</title><content type='html'>Force mandatory Organisational Behaviour module. Make sure to include an essay that needs minimum 5 references and only 2 can be general internet source. Enforce group work every week for consecutive of 8 weeks. Make sure at end of group work there is summary and reflection plus individual and group write-ups.&lt;br /&gt;Also ensure that deadline is crammed with the jammed pack school schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Sit back, smile and watch people get a helluva migrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:please don't this seriously. this post is simply oozing with sacarsm and frustration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8914627447343448001?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8914627447343448001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8914627447343448001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8914627447343448001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8914627447343448001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-torture-people-and-make-people.html' title='How to torture people and make people suffer'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6721577021935126344</id><published>2010-07-29T23:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:20:33.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I normally hate to keep complaining on my blog but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. This. Semester. Sucks. 5 freaking projects. And one of the modules is crazy assed busy with weekly summary and reflections reports plus individual analysis of skills. Not to mention BIG individual assignment to hand in next week. Oh yeah plus dumb EC Policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get what I mean, seriously. Don't try to - it's not worth racking your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, endless days of sleeping poorly, eating for the sake of eating and not enjoying (a first for a long time) and mugging for equally stupid Market Research test, I am ultimately beat.&lt;br /&gt;Psst. MR was stupid because the two questions all came out from Chapter 1. WTH right, I crammed 4 other chapters into my brain like siao for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----ends endless, negative, depressing, sian, RAHH-like-feeling rant--------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched Cracks recently, starring Eva Green and it was well. Disturbing. Not horror-disturbing, but the unsettling kind of feeling that messes with your mind. Oh well. Nevertheless, I thought the visuals was all really good, the ultimately chic Miss G keeps people entranced and the scenery was beautiful - England in the 1930s... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to shop. One thing that I haven't change and never will is the love for shopping. Pretty shoes, awesome clothes, yeahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell of a headache coming on. WAHHHHH MOMMYYY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6721577021935126344?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6721577021935126344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6721577021935126344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6721577021935126344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6721577021935126344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-know-i-normally-hate-to-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-950979128470539579</id><published>2010-07-19T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:09:06.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH I HATE THIS! I TYPED OUT ONE WHOLE CHUNK OF MY THOUGHTS, EMOTIONS AND WHATSOEVER AND THIS.. THIS BLOGGER WIPED OUT MY PREVIOUS DRAFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPEN TO AUTO-SAVE?????? GGRRRRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-950979128470539579?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/950979128470539579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=950979128470539579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/950979128470539579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/950979128470539579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/07/argh-i-hate-this-i-typed-out-one-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-5451126817115889215</id><published>2010-06-03T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:56:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unspeakable emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not emo. I'm gonna cosh you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-5451126817115889215?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/5451126817115889215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=5451126817115889215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5451126817115889215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5451126817115889215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/06/unspeakable-emptiness.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-4592736150123678368</id><published>2010-05-27T10:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:31:07.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello my not-so-secret-topsecret-blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days of holidays is just about enjoying to the maximum, especially since working extra hard this semester - it's a well deserved break. Hope my efforts do reflect my results though. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently came back from KL with kx and friends and it was duper fun! All the shopping and eating and haggling and eating.. I'm so thankful I didn't gain any weight!! AHAHAHA. But the food was good along Chinatown - where our hotel was situated at. Every night was a new round of buying, buying and buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their coffee was DIVINE. SUPER AWESOME MAX. I know I'm gushing like xiaolangkeng. Bit seriously, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I know the photos and all - I'm sure I'll upload it on Facebook.. Erm. Soon Enough. Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah we went up to Genting and it was 26.6 degrees. Super kwaa. The sun was shining so bright, it was ridiculous. And I sat on Corkscrew wahhh!! I swear, I don't know what got into me to sit the ride though I know to thrill seekers like ~kxcough! it was a no kick thing (fyi: I have never taken an actual rollercoaster. Apparently Log Flume doesn't count. Neither does the dark indoor rollercoaster either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to sum up - it was money well spent. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on a side note. I learnt my lesson on Facebook. NEVER surf the webpage using my iTouch while lazing aroung in bed. Because you might just accidentally clicked on something like send email, or comment, or like the comment. Especially on someone's random profile whom you haven't contact for ages. =S&lt;br /&gt;Man. Talk about stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have some photos here that I kope-ed from yeoyp's blog when we went to Botanic Gardens. Don't ask me why we were there. It was crazy hot. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/S_3g0QcpSoI/AAAAAAAAAww/cils5_IPacA/s1600/img_2249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475779910325324418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/S_3g0QcpSoI/AAAAAAAAAww/cils5_IPacA/s320/img_2249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lydia.LL at entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/S_3g1HCeDaI/AAAAAAAAAw4/eCzgEpGcflI/s1600/img_2262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475779924979486114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/S_3g1HCeDaI/AAAAAAAAAw4/eCzgEpGcflI/s320/img_2262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah now I remembered! We were picnicking. And ate junk food all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/S_3g1e0gwfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qyi1THfIYjc/s1600/img_2270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475779931363394034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/S_3g1e0gwfI/AAAAAAAAAxA/qyi1THfIYjc/s320/img_2270.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/S_3g1sWWofI/AAAAAAAAAxI/jpDqKgsLWMU/s1600/img_2290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475779934994997746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/S_3g1sWWofI/AAAAAAAAAxI/jpDqKgsLWMU/s320/img_2290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I KNOW I SLOUCH. GIMME A BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;Although it does seems present in all photos. *gulps &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/S_3g1sWWofI/AAAAAAAAAxI/jpDqKgsLWMU/s1600/img_2290.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway we couldnt stand the heat and after around 2hours plus we fled -yes fled- to FarEast and gulped down our iced milk teas. Funsville, the whole thing was though. Can't wait to eat crab with them.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE WAITING OKAY. BRING MISS ALCIA LOO.ZP TOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ah well. I guess that's all folks. Ta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish someone will jio me go out more often sighh. (*hints madly to people* (who matter))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-4592736150123678368?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/4592736150123678368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=4592736150123678368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4592736150123678368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4592736150123678368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-my-not-so-secret-topsecret-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/S_3g0QcpSoI/AAAAAAAAAww/cils5_IPacA/s72-c/img_2249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-3453676781242167879</id><published>2010-04-29T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:36:13.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. These past few weeks have been really busy studying and I forgot that my blog exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying the hardest that I've ever been during this period. It's not like crazy studying - 8am to 10pm kinda thing but like I study some and then i relax some like watch a bit of tv.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I hope - no - I KNOW I can pull through this though i have my stress moments as well. I'm glad to say I'm still keeping my positive outlook on things in check - most of the time. Life's so much happier when you think it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like taking up on another motto. "It's not about me - it's about you". Maybe when I retire, I will be a volunteer and play my part in giving back to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As you can tell (or not), this is not my usual blog post where I talk about everything random under the sun and not saying how I really feel deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. What can I say? The stillness of the night really got me deep in thought I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for yoga on Friday. It really works awesome for some de-stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end off in my usual note, if you ever think I'm being emo, I'll cosh you with a frying pan and karate chop you. Hiyahhhhh~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-3453676781242167879?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/3453676781242167879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=3453676781242167879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3453676781242167879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3453676781242167879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1027756144711553294</id><published>2010-03-28T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:15:11.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been studying abit this afternoon, with my Starbucks hazelnut latte beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute! Py NEVER drinks HOT designer drinks unless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've been sick this past few days. And I've decided to ban myself from supper completely. BANNNNNN ya hear! After supper, I'll wake up with a sore throat the next morning, which will in turn activate cough and flu and fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. And I look at the Famous Amos just across my table. So near but yet so far. Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess its back to the books. Adios people, I'm still sticking by my positive outlook on things! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1027756144711553294?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1027756144711553294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1027756144711553294' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1027756144711553294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1027756144711553294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/03/been-studying-abit-this-afternoon-with.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8976690907782620511</id><published>2010-03-18T08:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:25:15.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The urge to adopt a cant-be-bothered mood with anything and anybody, with exceptions, is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH what happen to my think positive goal? Okay. Relax, think unicorns and rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever call me that I'm being emo, I'll ask my unicorn to kick you to Neverland. -smiles sweetly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8976690907782620511?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8976690907782620511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8976690907782620511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8976690907782620511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8976690907782620511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/03/urge-to-adopt-cant-be-bothered-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-7950439565990628976</id><published>2010-03-16T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:28:18.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'bad' girl gone good (cue pfffftt)</title><content type='html'>Been super busy with academics these few days. Though I've really been constantly studying, I'm wondering if anything actually goes in. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I made a point to stop being bitchy/frivolous (lesser of that, not totally)/pessimistic in order to achieve my happiness and improve my quality of life. Sounds like someone's motto, but I'm using it for now. MWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that means, less spending on shopping, being more pratical, stop being so critical of others, be more patient. And if someone is just plain mean, well.... I'll do my best to shrug my shoulders and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brownie point for me!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, on that matter, I also want to exercise more frequently, didn't jog at all this week kwaaaa. And eat less oily stuff? Ah, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my exams is only about 40days away. gulps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, been wanting to have major photo post since like, forever! Soon, I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-7950439565990628976?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/7950439565990628976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=7950439565990628976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7950439565990628976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7950439565990628976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/03/bad-girl-gone-good-cue-pfffftt.html' title='&apos;bad&apos; girl gone good (cue pfffftt)'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-7304403998627885988</id><published>2010-02-26T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:30:20.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DO I LOOK LIKE THE SORT OF PERSON THAT WILL ACCEPT PEOPLE FROM FACEBOOK THAT I HAVE NO IDEA EXISTED (except for Mafia Wars in the past)?? And one look at their friends just sent my eyes rolling. DO I LOOK LIKE I BELONG TO THE KIND OF THE GIRLS YOU ADD??? WITH BIG EYES AND LONG HAIR ANGLED AMATEURISHLY WITH THEIR STUPID POSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm insulted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. With that said and done. Here's what I feel like writing to Starhub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing to you in an attempt to ask you to cut off my neighbour's karaoke channel 888. Your advertisement for the channel did paid off and I strongly believe that my neighbour from whichever unit-I-don't-care did bought your package for $10.70 per month (see your advertisement do pay off, I remember the details).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he has been practising in the afternoons. And most of the times on weekends. But next time, perhaps when people subscribe to channel 888, you can throw in a complimentry good, like I don't know, maybe offer soundproof glass at a special price? He's creating social unrest if it continues like that. Noise pollution too. Most hazardous. I used to love songs like Jason Mraz - I'm Yours. Yet, now I am tramautised as he had unknowingly (giving him benefit of the doubt) destroyed a very relaxing song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you take my suggestions into consideration and take action. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From&lt;br /&gt;Tramautised Neighbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is very bad add to the fact the flats clustered around my area create a good sound system and you have disaster. Speaking of songs. Landon Pigg has good slow, relaxing songs. Like the one's you will listen when you chill out at the cafe or take a long bus ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: The 'letter' is intended for the bored blogger's self entertainment and its NOT to be taken seriously. Well, except for the part about the neighbour's really annoying off-key screeching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-7304403998627885988?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/7304403998627885988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=7304403998627885988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7304403998627885988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7304403998627885988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-i-look-like-sort-of-person-that-will.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-3334291536357668865</id><published>2010-01-20T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T01:19:19.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of dentist visits,bicycles and songs stuck on repeat</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep, so I decided argh screw the eyebags and just write some long overdued posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I recently took out a set of my wisdom teeth under local anesthesia. The injections weren't so bad overall, though the last one on the roof of my mouth was wickedd. But the healing going well - plus they gave me back my wisdom molars inclusive of gum stuck to it.. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next visit to NDC is 21 Jan 8am! Madness. And there's class at 3.30pm. *faints* &lt;br /&gt;But overall it was good service, I really would recommend people to go to NDC if they want to have their tooth yanked out or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started and Commercial Law is really interesting, hope the other subjects will be funsville too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I can't wait for Lovely Bones to start showing in cinemas! Definitely a show to look out for. The book is awesome! I teared a bit here and there. Heh. I haven't even watch Blindside and Sherlock Holmes and the Hugh Grant show with SJP. =( No dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back Straits Times posted some article about bicycles being a nuisance to some drivers, well I agree! The urge to throw thumbtacks on the ground never fades when some rude cyclist whizz past me (though sadly I won't and I'll be sued). &lt;br /&gt;Couple of months ago, I was about to cross the PEDESTRAIN CROSSING somewhere at East Coast. &lt;br /&gt;When I stuck my foot out onto the road, I heard a very loud " SIAM ARH!!!" and before I can barely register, this stupid idiot decked in cycling gear whizzed by, followed by fifty others or so. I think my eyes was murderous, and maybe the fact that my loud colourful language for the uncouth cad was wincing to the ears that most of them shot me shepish looks or muttered "sorry". GOSH! So peeved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause dancing is my remedy, remedy oh! Little boots' song is hopelessly stuck in my head. *frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! It's raining suddenly, hopefully I'll be able to sleep better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-3334291536357668865?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/3334291536357668865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=3334291536357668865' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3334291536357668865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3334291536357668865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-dentist-visitsbicycles-and-songs.html' title='Of dentist visits,bicycles and songs stuck on repeat'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-2068620038124510877</id><published>2009-12-15T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:52:37.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing's much happening around. Just enjoying my holidays, bombing money on shopping and food. Watching re-runs of Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and relieving childhood by playing those soapy bubbles with best company. Good times man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there's more to write, anything interesting but nope, sorry folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing on my mind now is; I don't understand what's so fun about clubbing. Getting wasted and rowdy in hot sweaty room while practically throwing money. Gee no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if I hear another person gushing to me about the wonders of how HTHT has been totally infused into their lives, I'm gonna start spasming. Is it right to be totally open to almost everyone? What happen to good ol' fashion privacy and space and your own lil secrets. Not the 'in' thing right now I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ending the 'i-just-don't-get-it' things running through my head. There's a Times Warehouse Sale. Don't say I didn't tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Now till 3 Jan 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operating hours: mon-fri: 1130-2030&lt;br /&gt;sat/sun: 1000-2030&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;438 Ang Mo Kio&lt;br /&gt;Industrial Park 1&lt;br /&gt;Ang Mo Kio Ave 10&lt;br /&gt;(Pansing Building)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if the details are incorrect or something just go check out the Times bookstore website.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Knock yourselves out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: Oh yeah! I just realised I wanted to blog about text message phrases that I was fascinated with. Like FTW!! (which up till this day I know what it stands for, I just don't know what it means) Yeah totally. I know right LMAO. What?! NO!!! TTM!!&lt;br /&gt;(haha pissing eh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-2068620038124510877?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/2068620038124510877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=2068620038124510877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2068620038124510877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2068620038124510877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/12/nothings-much-happening-around.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6021593402662382992</id><published>2009-12-05T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T18:34:08.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. FUCKING HATE SATURDAYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6021593402662382992?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6021593402662382992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6021593402662382992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6021593402662382992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6021593402662382992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/12/i.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6110043519177269187</id><published>2009-11-12T02:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T02:28:04.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's times like these..</title><content type='html'>When you feel like you're five, the urge to scream into the pillow. Thinking it's an eff-ed up world. Wanting to just eat and eat emergency chocolates and ice-cream without giving a shit about all the calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like the slogan for Minties. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6110043519177269187?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6110043519177269187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6110043519177269187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6110043519177269187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6110043519177269187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-times-like-this.html' title='It&apos;s times like these..'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8033260888609439112</id><published>2009-11-08T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T15:10:10.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more paperr~</title><content type='html'>I don't know why - but waiting for this last paper to pass by seems to be excruciatingly slow. Hmm oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biz com is so not giving me the confidence i need. Especially a flip at past year's exams and answers, and finding that the answers contain ridiculous ones such as "(i dont know)" isn't helping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think McDonald's marketing plan is "ultimate brillance of all brillance" as i told my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw her fiddling with the monopoly thingy one day and I told her, smirking, that she had fallen so easily into the hands of marketing. She didn't deny, just laughed sheepishly and pushed some of the monopoly pieces to me, to help her complete the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later, I found that I was going to eat back on my words, for I too, was bent over the table, eagerly trying to find three in a row colours to complete a set and win a prize. I was squealing along with her - when we pried the new pieces of we will be chanting of the locations we still lacked. Like " Sentosa Cove!!" or "Thompson Road".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it's so addictive that you just have the urge to keep buying McD to complete the sets. Insanely brillant huh??!  Besides seeing an increase in their sales and profit which I think WE will aid them -  they will not necessarily give out ALL the prizes as some people hold the winning ticket, but not being a fan of such... playthings, will simply throw the vital piece of paper away, a.k.a cutting some cost for them too. But not at the expense of making people think that they really are cutting cost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my fascination with this whole... monopoly shall stop here for now. I'm definitely going to increase my trips to McD these few days though! &lt;br /&gt;Thompson road! Orchard road! Sentosa covee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8033260888609439112?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8033260888609439112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8033260888609439112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8033260888609439112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8033260888609439112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-more-paperr.html' title='One more paperr~'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1789556518924040658</id><published>2009-10-26T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:28:45.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, another year older</title><content type='html'>What a fabulous day!&lt;br /&gt;To be studying -&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwa kwa kwaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ultimate sadness ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, rest assured this post will not be full of self-pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this whilst waiting fer the Blackboard to load. Which in my opinion, seems to take forever. Stupid thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  Seems like I've forgotten about my blog right? Wrong. I just. Sniff. Didn't have the time. This period is really jam-packed with tests, projects, assignments (which I only got a credit - #LRJW:J$#%%!!) and catching up with social life is well, close to zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been catching up on ANTM or Chuck or Supernatural or Korean variety shows at all. Or playing Sims. Or going shopping. Or playing mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay just 2 weeks tops.&lt;br /&gt;Back to accounting. Gah. My most dreaded module of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Really happy that I received birthday wishes. Thanks everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;PS: Last birthday as a ten plus. Next one will be 20 sighhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1789556518924040658?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1789556518924040658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1789556518924040658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1789556518924040658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1789556518924040658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-day-another-year-older.html' title='Another day, another year older'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1381500597039109838</id><published>2009-09-29T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:32:44.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the title again? Oh yeah. I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM</title><content type='html'>I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm childish I know. HEH. But since I look like the part anyway (recently chopped my hair to shoulder length), kiddish I mean. I'm entitled to be that way. WAHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1381500597039109838?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1381500597039109838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1381500597039109838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1381500597039109838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1381500597039109838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-title-again-oh-yeah-i-hate-biz.html' title='What&apos;s the title again? Oh yeah. I HATE BIZ COM I HATE BIZ COM'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8666382750982165203</id><published>2009-09-20T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:41:52.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my time today, it's not an easy game</title><content type='html'>I totally think the rest of the month is going to be pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see what I have in plan for the following month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Whatever. I'm just going to show you my 'study plan' anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Week:&lt;br /&gt;Project Report Submission on Individual Part&lt;br /&gt;Biz Computer Assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Week:&lt;br /&gt;MacroEcons Test&lt;br /&gt;(Plus the fact I have to study rest of all the modules which is friggginnnnnnnn many)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Week:&lt;br /&gt;Study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Week:&lt;br /&gt;Study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nex~&lt;br /&gt;Okay. You get my point right. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the VMA's Repeat Telecast and it was awesomeee! Though advertisements were aplenty and annoying. Russell Brand was totally random like hell and super entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fiddlesticks! It's 12plus and I haven't started on my report and I'mma going to shopping tomorrow so I won't have time and I only hav-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8666382750982165203?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8666382750982165203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8666382750982165203' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8666382750982165203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8666382750982165203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-my-time-today-its-not-easy-game.html' title='Take my time today, it&apos;s not an easy game'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-5238542334351457430</id><published>2009-09-14T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:29:15.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Me and something called randomness</title><content type='html'>Who said University Life is the most fun, quite slack ought to be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The textbooks are how thick. The chapters are how condensed. The the the the.&lt;br /&gt;Oh now don't even get me started on tutorials. There's practically no tutorials in fact. Pffftt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go shopping! Play mahjong! Slack my days away. Argh. I must be crazy then, wanting school to start during the insanely long holidays last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's quite bad when sometimes I don't even have time to go Facebook. And EVERYONE knows it's like a habitual thing. Right? Right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Time to blast my music and get all the tests over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should come up with a new catch phrase. Like you know, since there's TGIF. There should be like HSIM! (Holy shit! It's Monday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh! Wait a minute! I don't have classes on Monday. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-5238542334351457430?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/5238542334351457430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=5238542334351457430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5238542334351457430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5238542334351457430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-me-and-something-called-randomness.html' title='You, Me and something called randomness'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1309946110430410544</id><published>2009-08-30T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:09:02.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna feel, the sunlight on my face</title><content type='html'>HELLO there my avid readers!!! (cough. if there's any)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO'S GOING TO JAPAN THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahahahaha. JA-freaking-PAN BABY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I'm happy. Like SIAO.&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright, continue - go be your depressing self. JEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today I had another go playing badminton at Safra. You know, the one with only three courts and which two courts will be occupied by what I term, the pro ah-pehs. But I was like, heck it and yeah it was helluva fun. Well. Except maybe tomorrow I'll have some trouble writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we ate at Old Hokkien, the place where they served the authentic real Hokkien dishes. Which was really quite memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, digressing! Few days ago I was on the MRT train. Then the train doors opened at Simei and this elderly woman didn't have a seat. So..........&lt;br /&gt;The person who sat beside the piority seat, aka, seat number 2, turn to person seating on seat number 1 and said "Can you please give up this seat anot! Can't you see it's reserved for the old people" Something along the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see what's the problem here? HELLO MISS SEAT NUMBER 2 LADY. YOU'RE NOT OLD YOURSELF. YOU HAVE LEGS IN GOOD CONDITION. LIKE, STAND UP AND LET THE OLD PERSON SEAT THEN IF YOU'RE SO KNOW IT ALL?! Tell me, don't you find it really pissing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seat reserved for a certain category of people. That may be the case, but shouldn't you - out of your own 'kind' heart and morals give up the seat if you really feel the elderly deserves one???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder. What the hell is wrong with our society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1309946110430410544?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1309946110430410544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1309946110430410544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1309946110430410544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1309946110430410544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wanna-feel-sunlight-on-my-face.html' title='I wanna feel, the sunlight on my face'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-4377561951645699754</id><published>2009-08-23T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:08:33.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FINALLY, OFFICIALLY LIKE TOTALLY FINISHED PACKING MY STUDY ROOM AND MY BEDROOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major brownie point for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me go soak in the hot tub to unwind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I don't have a tub. Dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-4377561951645699754?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/4377561951645699754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=4377561951645699754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4377561951645699754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4377561951645699754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-finally-officially-like-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-2499838028216365460</id><published>2009-08-19T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:21:05.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch my hand and I can fly</title><content type='html'>Dear Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you just tell Fever to go away?!! I mean, Cough and Flu did obliged unwillingly, but Fever seems very reluctant to leave me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing I suppose is nobody dared to sit beside me in the MRT few days ago. I wonder why.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess sleeping throughout the day is what you do now huh. Not bad, I heard people burn calories when they sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You even made sis fall sick tooo TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, if people says you are super grouchy and unoptimistic, say "I don't give a shit!" and "F-you!! Cause Lady Gaga says so" (Gotta love her LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, stop thinking so much, you're gonna melt your eyeballs by overheating your brain. Off you go to sleep SHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-2499838028216365460?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/2499838028216365460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=2499838028216365460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2499838028216365460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2499838028216365460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/08/touch-my-hand-and-i-can-fly.html' title='Touch my hand and I can fly'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1405538654926120831</id><published>2009-08-15T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:29:25.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, sniffles, cough and sexy voice</title><content type='html'>Mr Sniffles and Mr Cough came back!! Wahhh. They didn't visit since January and maybe they missed me or something. Freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can so picture myself stuck at home doing nothing except sleep. Which brings me to say that - how come people like to call when I'm sleeping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Never a moment of peace, and most of the time it's wrong number, plus it's never once. Normally 2 or more people call which is like gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I'll just wrench the wire off - or throw the phone against the wall. Heh heh HEH. Peace and quiet for me thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Now my mum wants me to drink ling yang which is far far infinity worse than luohanguo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trashcan is filled with tissue papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want coke, chocolates, chicken wing, ice-cream NOWW.&lt;br /&gt;Gah can't breathe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1405538654926120831?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1405538654926120831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1405538654926120831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1405538654926120831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1405538654926120831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-sniffles-cough-and-sexy-voice.html' title='Me, sniffles, cough and sexy voice'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-3495293897162960292</id><published>2009-08-11T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:53:41.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CURSE Ye ya scurvy eyed scoundrel!</title><content type='html'>I have been sneezing for like. since the past half and hour. Someone must be cursing me vehemently. GAH. Stupid can't you see my nose is going to fall off already??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going Lady Gaga's concert tomorrow. Whoopeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think Business Computing and Accounting can compete to see who is the most boringnest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I TELL YOU HOW MUCH I HATEE PRINTING NOTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please gag me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I TELL YOU MY NOSE IS GOING TO FALL OFF SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please swap nose with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewww that sounds disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just (and I meant like, a second ago) made a quite shocking discovery.&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee. Himitsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA people ACHOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-3495293897162960292?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/3495293897162960292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=3495293897162960292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3495293897162960292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3495293897162960292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/08/curse-ye-ya-scurvy-eyed-scoundrel.html' title='CURSE Ye ya scurvy eyed scoundrel!'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-222681033109699499</id><published>2009-08-10T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:59:08.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>Now at KC's house. Doing absolutely nothing. CAUSE THEY'RE ALL ASLEEP WHEN WE'RE SUPPOSE TO BE PLAYING MAHJONG. Whyyy mee, we haven't even get to play - wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and me, big acer laptop, you and me. SNIFFLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-222681033109699499?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/222681033109699499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=222681033109699499' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/222681033109699499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/222681033109699499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-4574456334730962084</id><published>2009-08-06T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:03:28.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After printing out my lecture notes. All 219 slides mind you, I was really ready to bang my head against whatever, table or wall. It was the. WORST. Of what I don't know exactly but you get the picture. I wasted so many papers and when I was sorting out in order I was grumbling and muttering nonsense to no one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my mind. I want coke and chocolates NOW!!! Sniff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-4574456334730962084?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/4574456334730962084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=4574456334730962084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4574456334730962084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4574456334730962084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-printing-out-my-lecture-notes.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1224877153842347740</id><published>2009-08-05T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:56:19.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaszzu-?</title><content type='html'>Third day of school and I'm alreaady turning O.O - like. (translation zombie) Even if it's just 3 hours of lecture so far a day, gee still puzzles me everytime I feel so drained after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Did you see the moon today? It's super yellow! And bigger than usual as well, somehow it looks nearer?? Anyway, the moon was really yellow. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is 6 hours of lecture. Just pass me coke and chocolate please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1224877153842347740?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1224877153842347740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1224877153842347740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1224877153842347740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1224877153842347740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/08/whaszzu.html' title='Whaszzu-?'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-4836359130592021432</id><published>2009-07-31T02:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T03:00:39.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's starting in 3 Hilingaha days!! ARGHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm boredd out of my eyesockets!! Ha. If there is such a possible phrase anyway. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided today will be MAJOR photo post day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate naggy people? Oh right.. sorry. I was thinking of something and momentarily got distracted. Ah yes. Photos.Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this whole load of Sentosa photos that I went with mum and sis eons ago. Somewhere in June or May I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364317070731721730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHh9FeHPAI/AAAAAAAAAv0/u10IxIYPJRI/s320/P1090517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;With Mummy dearest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364294051681632770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHNBM05ggI/AAAAAAAAAp0/OwD-KktIopI/s320/P1090520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364294056371607826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHNBeTE2RI/AAAAAAAAAp8/1NWDGm0EwDo/s320/P1090522.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Reading the magazine and shielding the sun at the same time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364294069338041026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHNCOmg6sI/AAAAAAAAAqM/8VFkobXs0QI/s320/P1090532.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum looks like a tourist!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364295420321176626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHOQ3Z_nDI/AAAAAAAAAqU/3Yj2VMs7Yl0/s320/P1090551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364295441400385362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHOSF7qz1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/cbhdJlNZRAE/s320/P1090560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364295435127855282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHORukLmLI/AAAAAAAAAqk/HovpDVMnjlA/s320/P1090557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364295424977466306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHORIwI88I/AAAAAAAAAqc/CwGBz8g3sZU/s320/P1090552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364295445005582898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHOSTXNwjI/AAAAAAAAAq0/mSmTBC3shlM/s320/P1090570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We were trying to do the walk walk, turn and pose type of photo. But unfortunately, what really happened was that I turned and laugh out cause it looked really really stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364296999422192146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHPsyBA6hI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ztP9kF-PutA/s320/P1090589.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty scenery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. Then lots of days after. I finally went to the DaVinci Exhibition over at Science Centre with Kelly. It was really interesting. I was more interested in the paintings then the mechanisms that Leonardo sketched though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364297004329743922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHPtETENjI/AAAAAAAAArE/Kv1XfYn8WHk/s320/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sadly. We can't take photos inside and well, the poster is a reminder that we came here? Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364297013631333762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHPtm8vNYI/AAAAAAAAArM/ubRp-Edz0Kk/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Went to Science Centre then. This was the big mechanism display. You know, the one where you turn the wheel which will release the catch and then trigger hammer like thingy which will bang and make the balls drop in some twirly twirly. Yeah. Thatta one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364297025456799234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHPuTAJfgI/AAAAAAAAArc/NN3Xq7P9woc/s320/IMG_0732.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kelly using the motion sensor com-like thingy. Like the one seen in Minority Report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364297017209848258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHPt0R7AcI/AAAAAAAAArU/WKY098innwo/s320/IMG_0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Koi Holographic Pond. Fun! Ha. Well, at least for a while&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay. So then after a lot of days again, we went to East Coast Park so she could booked the chalet. Weather was super windy - nice! The photos are small cause I didn't get the high res-images from her. Yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364299134357118594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHRpDRKnoI/AAAAAAAAArk/OtSFLMrVDRw/s320/6173_105787134218_597904218_2120691_3579610_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364299145822468082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHRpt-t9_I/AAAAAAAAArs/v16XPU9wvWE/s320/6173_105787184218_597904218_2120699_1860128_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kelly's like a ray of sunshine ain't she. Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364299150069306818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHRp9zPlcI/AAAAAAAAAr0/BqJxW4Xzzy8/s320/6173_105787189218_597904218_2120700_8061943_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I can't see at all cause the sun was in my eye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364299156157373186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHRqUewGwI/AAAAAAAAAr8/mkaFaJBClWk/s320/6173_105787204218_597904218_2120703_7176798_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the very next day, I went East Coast Park again. This time with Yanping and Lydia to rollerblade. We were all real noobs so we just skate around the skating area. I think push us onto the path and we'll be wheels of Disasterrr. MWAHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Got carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364299160343725954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHRqkE2x4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/rh6XNtBIpAo/s320/IMG_0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364301251708281874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHTkTBBZBI/AAAAAAAAAsM/KGlx5b3e5tM/s320/IMG_0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt; HAHA! Caring for the elderly!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364301279156220946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHTl5RHtBI/AAAAAAAAAss/hUlfhKSf0uE/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364301272898186850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHTlh9FrmI/AAAAAAAAAsk/wqfolK1dMuQ/s320/IMG_0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Look ma! I'm looking like a pro!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364301265901962002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHTlH5DwxI/AAAAAAAAAsc/HmepHtmTRv0/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lyd needs a breather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364301256090189026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHTkjVv_OI/AAAAAAAAAsU/kIwkSGBWmuk/s320/IMG_0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364303259721116594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHVZLclq7I/AAAAAAAAAs0/9drXM-0_ORY/s320/IMG_0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Squishing lyd's head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364303264021818354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHVZbd9K_I/AAAAAAAAAs8/U3S8XikfYiI/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biting off lyd's head. Wow. This is fun cause she doesn't seem to realise all the attention on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364303281329695794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHVab8ebDI/AAAAAAAAAtM/RcyDkBKwgA0/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After rollerblading we head down to the beach to do some tribal dancing to ward off possible rainfall. (more like make the weather stormy i think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364306407440910722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHYQZneCYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/qMXUEZBmZAc/s320/IMG_0122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kidding! We were actually doing jump shots. There's a load of them coming your way now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364306457071990146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHYTSgcNYI/AAAAAAAAAt8/0EzdFvufVcM/s320/IMG_0129.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm amazed by this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364309014397222882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHaoJSSf-I/AAAAAAAAAuE/K0kLxtnA8iw/s320/IMG_0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364309025714118178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHaozccniI/AAAAAAAAAuU/1UIRTlFnCcg/s320/IMG_0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I simply love this photo! Yp kicks asss man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Individual shots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364309029298307346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHapAy_ARI/AAAAAAAAAuc/V-QB9zgTOE4/s320/IMG_0152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The classic jumpshot pose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364309036111338434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHapaLVm8I/AAAAAAAAAuk/hgMwZPjLaLU/s320/IMG_0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The star pose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364312549882617858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHd17_sYAI/AAAAAAAAAus/oMbtM-4ZjZY/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The WAIT FOR ME SUPERMAN pose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364312573013704850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHd3SKkwJI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Cv15GlXC9SA/s320/IMG_0190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364312557240730402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHd2XaAQyI/AAAAAAAAAu0/IVdDVASOOGc/s320/IMG_0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364314601256789218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHftV9aJOI/AAAAAAAAAvc/rBQ7L6GvZtQ/s320/IMG_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More fun with lydia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364312560158240354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHd2iRl7mI/AAAAAAAAAu8/x51Pg2EFXps/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364312569647571202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHd3FoBoQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/zwbVDg6xXFU/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364314597966497650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHftJs8R3I/AAAAAAAAAvU/WlvAR_IfGyM/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you think she's doing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a)catching up on her beauty sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b)relaxing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or c)posing for photoshoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all the mayhem on the beach, we took bus to PasirRis to eat CRABBB!!! Super nice can, for 3 people, one large butter crab and 2 dishes cost 55bucks only lah. Shiok cheap can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364314612152123810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHft-jDwaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/f_yuOUOUJ2A/s320/IMG_0220.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Happy and satisfied us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! I finally finished. This took way longer than i expected. I shall end this with super nice photo me and Yp took on the MRT train. Haha. Who cares if people were looking right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364315806786995266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHgzg6NREI/AAAAAAAAAvs/NklovXCJDoc/s320/Photo+35.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Tooooddles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-4836359130592021432?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/4836359130592021432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=4836359130592021432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4836359130592021432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4836359130592021432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/07/schools-starting-in-3-hillingarhaha.html' title='School&apos;s starting in 3 Hilingaha days!! ARGHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SnHh9FeHPAI/AAAAAAAAAv0/u10IxIYPJRI/s72-c/P1090517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6993335650906779558</id><published>2009-07-26T02:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:55:50.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaLALALA</title><content type='html'>WHEeeee!! I'm high on caffineeee!!! And I have to wake up early!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glow in the dark nail polish is awesome!!! I can see my toenails clearly in the dark room - fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sooo happy when KC told me she bought kkb stuff MWACKS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;THANKS KE YOUS loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Okay I'm going to play Sudoku ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-skips away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: -skips back-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Somehow thinking bout what I wrote just made me feel a decade younger. Oh well! As the saying goes, we can choose not to be defined by our age, but by what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually.&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard anyone say that phrase before. It's nonsensical crap. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6993335650906779558?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6993335650906779558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6993335650906779558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6993335650906779558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6993335650906779558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheeeee-im-high-on-caffineeee-and-i.html' title='LaLALALA'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-9124958313952183210</id><published>2009-07-24T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T00:18:13.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They hung in the air - and refuse to fall</title><content type='html'>Monkey Island fans!! There's a re-release of the 1990 Curse of the Monkey Island! Lucas Arts also collaborated with TellTale and are going to release a 5series - Monkey Island Tales. And seriously I can't wait till I get my hands on these. Monkey Island is THE best game out there! Well aside for Sims. But this game was totally my childhood favourite, and I d/l the demo which was still as coool as ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the paragraph that I had written above, I think I may have just spammed my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just finished 4hours on an art piece which turned out to be trash and I threw it away. Gah that's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so sad, today is a Friday but I'm at home. Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;But as you can see my posts are inceasing frequency thanks to my knee which I banged up and can't walked properly - stayed home for 4days straight arghhh. Klutz is my middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like I can annoy the hell out of my sister, she's in Thailand. Sigh. Lucky people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday will be chore day which is like... Today! Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;I can picture Paul Arden frowning. Heh. Right let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I can't think of anything postive that I can look forward to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Glad that I can spend time with my parents?&lt;br /&gt;Right then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-9124958313952183210?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/9124958313952183210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=9124958313952183210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/9124958313952183210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/9124958313952183210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-hung-in-air-and-refuse-to-fall.html' title='They hung in the air - and refuse to fall'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6961858349523027458</id><published>2009-07-22T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:53:23.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've seen the nightmare of the lies that you speak</title><content type='html'>There really is nothing much of good music this year - so far. Except Yeah Yeah Yeahs - It's Blitz! album. SIGH. Disappointed. Although loads of new faces on the music scene but same ol same ol' music. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Sunday cousins came over and we,&lt;br /&gt;PLAY GAMES! Haha. Very fun ones. Really - stop doing the eye roll now.&lt;br /&gt;I think hanging out with them is interesting, especially the previously before the last meeting we did encounter super alot of siaolangkengs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that we were finding seats at Starbucks. So I saw a lady got up with her bag and left. Thinking it was not occupied anymore, I made my way to the table and she suddenly appeared out of nowhere. At that point of time, I couldn't remember if she &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; the previous occupant of the table so I was like "is anyone seating here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she gave me this creepy smile and say "You can seat here" pause. "If you like"&lt;br /&gt;Weird answer. Though she smiled, her eyes said a different story - something the lines of "seat here and you're a goner ass!" So I backed away never leaving my eyes of her, unsettling. Okay so that was xlk1 (xiaolangkeng1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis found a table at the corner, so we gathered around. The table was still uncleared, there were empty cups and trays. My sis had placed her Cleo magazine that she was carrying, on the table to find more chairs when xlk2 walked up.. And dumped HER tray on OUR table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were soo stunned and we stare at one another before cracking up. Who does that anyway??&lt;br /&gt;So here we are laughing at her, and then she comes back. So we all thought she finally realised her embarrasing mistake and was about to take the tray off the table.. when her hand shot out, reached, past the tray (insert puzzled expression here) and grab my sis Cleo magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, it's seriously whacked. So my sis gave her a stare "that's mine"&lt;br /&gt;She walked back to her table, xlk2 that is and on her way back, she turned her head and saw that I was giving her the very incredulous look and ducked her head.&lt;br /&gt;Gee. Did she think it's free magazine day in Starbucks or something. And it doesn't end here yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the four of us finally grabbed a seat by the door, and then remember xlk1? We sat down and that's when we noticed her erratic behaviour. She cleans up for people, empty cups into bins and take the mugs to the counter. She sprays the bin with water to keep it clean and when she does this, she always takes her bag along with her, so naturally, people will sit on her table right? Then she has a special chair, it's covered by napkins. Everytime she cleans, she grabs a napkin from the counter. I think she must have grabed at least 20 napkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written - unpassed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6961858349523027458?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6961858349523027458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6961858349523027458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6961858349523027458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6961858349523027458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/07/weve-seen-nightmare-of-lies-that-you.html' title='We&apos;ve seen the nightmare of the lies that you speak'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8839706539853733515</id><published>2009-07-20T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:19:44.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. Can't. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;And I'mma waking in 4 hours time - oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think something is bothering me, but I can't quite figure it out yet. Hungry? Shopping excitement? Dilemma solved? What??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME WANTS CHOCOLATE BARRR.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOOOO DEPRESSED *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely petuina asked "Are you emo??"&lt;br /&gt;No, I assure you I am not! But the layout thingy is really looking a bit depressing huh.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Maybe it's time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd I'm so tired but I can't sleep. What ridiculous theory is that. And no amount of Sudoku seems to be working today either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8839706539853733515?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8839706539853733515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8839706539853733515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8839706539853733515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8839706539853733515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-4048914015263941291</id><published>2009-07-08T09:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:19:32.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gahhh!!! Why is it always coming to taunt me? That stupid thing that starts with an L..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it's not love dumbass. It's lizards.&lt;br /&gt;Few nights ago, I was creeping into my mum's bedroom in the middle of the night to wash up and I didn't want to disturb them sleeping (and not to get a scolding at the same time). So, creep, creep, sneak, sneak, sneak - off my tippity toes and then when lights flooded into the bathroom, there's this stupid thingy thingy that slithered and crawled away fast and I was screaming and chanting "lizard! lizard! lizard!" like an idiot as I run back to my room and tell my half awake sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 20 minutes to get back outside the bathroom, 10 mins to stare at the walls and dart my eyes around suspiciously. It's like said thingy is playing hide and seek with me and taunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it went away. But it didn't because yesterday I went to the bathroom late at night and the thingy came out as if to say "hey! I've been waiting so long, here you are!" It was exact shape and size and shade and I knewWWW it was that thingy again! I ran out again for the second time chanting "lizard! lizard! lizard!" gah. Talk about déjà-vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're so intelliegent, those thingy traps don't even work! you know the ones where food is in the middle actually the whole trap is super sticky to make the thingy stick onto when reaching for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. It's like it knows that it's scaring me it &lt;em&gt;knowsssssss&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay that sounds like what gollum would say. Ack! I'm still not cured?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-4048914015263941291?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/4048914015263941291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=4048914015263941291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4048914015263941291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4048914015263941291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/07/gahhh-why-is-it-always-coming-to-taunt.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-4503637558508796567</id><published>2009-07-08T00:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:21:10.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dilemmacrap</title><content type='html'>STUPID stupid stuppiddddd arghhhh!!! dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I just feel like saying that. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaobai officially changed from a maltese to a chihuahua after a trip to the groomers. She's not really happy, especially when I keep laughing at her. Cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my hands on that MJ Time special edition commerative mag! Been hunting high and low for it. It's still unbeliveable and all sigh - too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. I dunno maybe I need to eat chocolate. What's with all the down feeling, I'm on a holiday for crying out loud! Jeez. Why do I suddenly want to start going to school and having the feeling of studying. And and. Maybe I just need my mind to be busy or ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. MAN. It must be something I ate for dinner. Phone my doctor. You know, the one where they provide free jacket with pretty lil strings you tie to the back. Freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's the fact that I'm not having enough social life cause I can't form coherent thoughts and sentences. Yeah, that must be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-4503637558508796567?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/4503637558508796567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=4503637558508796567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4503637558508796567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4503637558508796567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-to-do-hatedilemmacrap.html' title='dilemmacrap'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-2517454021639536136</id><published>2009-07-03T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:40:15.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick to the B.E.A.T - Get ready to ignite</title><content type='html'>Okay I'm wallowing in guilt that I spent a lot again. NINE hours of shopping today MWHAHAHAHAHHA. Yes that is super duper awesome right. But now I'm super duper tired. And wait I spent..&lt;br /&gt;Zenbu de kyu ju san doru- rocku ju sento desu.&lt;br /&gt;At least it didn't hit hundred..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIDAT HOW. I'm not even working anymoreeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to explain my actions to others. Unless you fall into one of the category:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My family&lt;br /&gt;2) My close friends&lt;br /&gt;3) Someone I know at least for a year AND talk constantly to now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look alright. I'm sorry if I don't meet up to your expectations. Actually, I'm not. Cause you know why. Likeeee, what the? I don't give a damn. It's quite incredulous and amazing how ignorant people are, really. If I'm busy - just take it as I'm FRIGGIN BUSY IS IT SO HARD??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez. Like I said, why do I even have to bother explaining myself to people whom I have no concern whatsoever. It all comes down to respect ultimately. Please respect my space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come in peace thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-2517454021639536136?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/2517454021639536136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=2517454021639536136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2517454021639536136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2517454021639536136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/07/stick-to-beat-get-ready-to-ignite.html' title='Stick to the B.E.A.T - Get ready to ignite'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-7711951288564546038</id><published>2009-07-01T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T02:05:00.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads Will Rolllllll</title><content type='html'>Wowzer I'm feeling supeh duper full and satisfied. I FINALLY get to eat my stingray yum! The last time I went to the hawker centre, the famous stall was closed and we had to settle for lousy quality. Full stomach: check. Catching up with kellyzhuMC: check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah and oh yes. Quiet bus ride home: check! I love to take buses in the middle of the night. Where it's almost empty. And blast heavy bass music and bop my head to the songs. Really, I don't care if I look like I'm on crack on something (I'M NOT), it just makes me really happy. Uh huh, weird if you may call - I don't care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. I'm so full now though I think I have to sleep at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now in the midst of learning Requiem For A Dream. Yes. Stop looking at me as if I'm insane. I'm gonna master it! Mwhahahahha!!!! That is, if I figure how to solve the problem of the lack of low keys that I need to play to complete the song. Cough. My keyboard doesn't exactly have the same number of keys as the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH I'M SO FULL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there new songs out there? I am like snore my playlist I skip thousands of song on my ipod everyday before I settle for one. And I do the same when the next song comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog layout is whacked. It can be okay for one moment and not the next. Gah. I don't feel like scrolling through new blog designs for one whole day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's 2am and I'm gonna practise. grins. I'm really curious if my neighbours will come up again like before. I remember it was 2am one night years ago.. My sis was studying and I was lazing in bed. And my neighbours rang our doorbell and complained that we were noisy and had stomping sounds. Which was soo not true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo gotta jet buhbye groan fullllyketotally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-7711951288564546038?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/7711951288564546038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=7711951288564546038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7711951288564546038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7711951288564546038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/07/heads-will-rolllllll.html' title='Heads Will Rolllllll'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-5542964289419517450</id><published>2009-06-25T20:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:25:23.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The after taste / Bittersweet girl</title><content type='html'>She's bitter, she's sweet&lt;br /&gt;She does favours for you, she snarls at you&lt;br /&gt;She bites you, she smiles at you&lt;br /&gt;She loves the world she hates reality&lt;br /&gt;She's the extrovert, she's the introvert&lt;br /&gt;She weeps, she smiles at you&lt;br /&gt;She's so tired of it all&lt;br /&gt;Oh why don't you just give in -&lt;br /&gt;O' bittersweet girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-5542964289419517450?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/5542964289419517450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=5542964289419517450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5542964289419517450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5542964289419517450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/06/after-taste.html' title='The after taste / Bittersweet girl'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6787373094243036543</id><published>2009-06-24T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:49:23.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady GAGA HERE I COMEEEE</title><content type='html'>MWAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. I bought tickets to the ultimate concert hohohohohohohoohohohho. And I thought since tixs start sale today and the fact that the sistic counter opens at 10.00am and I bought it at like 10.05am I was like, the early bird.&lt;br /&gt;Early bird is like 75bucks per ticket. Normal price is 98bucks. But I guess I wasn't cause the lady charge me 290+??! for 3 tickets, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm babbling like idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA. I'm going to Langkawi with Yanping hohohohohohohoohohohho. I can hardly wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you hate me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6787373094243036543?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6787373094243036543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6787373094243036543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6787373094243036543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6787373094243036543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/06/lady-gaga-here-i-comeeee.html' title='Lady GAGA HERE I COMEEEE'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6292706457870908779</id><published>2009-06-17T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:21:29.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I woke up this morning. Or afternoon whatever, and groggily reached for my phone as a habit and my eyes nearly popped open. 8 new messages while I was sleeping. Look who's getting popular already -wiggles eyebrows-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay. Most of the people sent double and it's the lil rants that doesn't ask you for stuff but it's telling you stuff like ramblings that spice up your morning or afternoon, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forget to mention that yesterday there were like children singing karaoke in my block. They were louwwddd and horribly off key. Like shrieking banshees. Really. They were singing or rather screeching off Lady Gaga's Just Dance and Poker Face. And when they reach the part "Just dance, gonna be alright" and there I was thinking, No it's not!! My ears are gonna bleed soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I would say I was laughing the whole time. Free entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I came up with a new catchphrase! Kel seems to like it, me too. You'll see. That is, if I actually type a post long enough that you'll see the phrase. Am I making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Back to simming. And I actually found someone who dislikes the sims and thinks its boring! Oh the horror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6292706457870908779?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6292706457870908779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6292706457870908779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6292706457870908779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6292706457870908779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-woke-up-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-3194149248587011503</id><published>2009-06-17T02:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T03:22:00.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of a teenager at 3 in the morning</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling soo...&lt;br /&gt;Hurt, Disappointed, sad, annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Am I such an idiot? Why the hell am I always being taken for granted? Cause I'm so reliable? WELL SCREW IT. If you are going to go all steppy over my head one day I might delibrately just mess everything up.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like even a request, it's like a friggin command and you don't really give me a choice which what you're like saying is "and that's that. Go get it done."&lt;br /&gt;If this keeps coming up, you can kiss our friendship buhbyee outta that window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not gonna let it bother me for long. But seriously. If you don't ask me nicely again and offer a favour, Imma gonna smack you so hard with a saucepan you don't know what came and went.&lt;br /&gt;-grins evilly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy I watched finished Cycle 12 hoho. I was expecting more from the bunch of them cause Cycle 11 were all really strong but oh well. But definitely one of the weakest cycles I have seen I think. Oh I realised I said a bunch of sentences without saying that I was watching America's Next Top Model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;It's really interesting! Not the things that happen in the house, it's drama mamma and its boringgg-yawn. I love the photoshoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. It's 3plus in the morn and I'm not even the slightest bit of feeling sleepy. I'm gonna be so dead if mummy walks in though. The countless reminders to sleep early sleep early SLEEP EARLY!! Ugh, I keep forgetting how quick time flies nighttime and before I know it it's like some ungodly hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm lovin my bangs! I know I jump into randomess all the time it's a bad habit. I recently went to the stylist and voila! Straight bangs. Though I think everybody thought I don't look like me anymore, which is a good thing, I supposed. And I dyed my hair ash brown and have black highlights which is really kickass and you can't see the black and brown swirls unless you look carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ends here now, trala! And if you read till the very end of this sentence, wow. Kudos to you- I don't even know if people can stand reading all these random thoughts just flying through my head and onto this post. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-3194149248587011503?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/3194149248587011503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=3194149248587011503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3194149248587011503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3194149248587011503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-feeling-soo.html' title='Thoughts of a teenager at 3 in the morning'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-4943665402159937787</id><published>2009-06-09T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:31:57.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it goes.. WHAM WHAM WHAM</title><content type='html'>UGH! I suddenly have this superly duperly uberly huberly (wait a darn sec, there's no huberly) big urge to bang my head against the wall so I won't think about what I had thought of just few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;Outta my outta my head.&lt;br /&gt;Oh jeez. I think I'm losing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-4943665402159937787?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/4943665402159937787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=4943665402159937787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4943665402159937787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4943665402159937787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-it-goes-wham-wham-wham.html' title='And it goes.. WHAM WHAM WHAM'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-2274741584210109870</id><published>2009-06-09T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:25:11.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawnzz half</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired lately. I wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wake up early and go to LJS for breakfast. But knowing its school holiday everywhere will probably be littered with noisy children. Ugh. Went to library today with yp and it was freakinggg crowded. With loads of JC students studying. Nostalgia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH! Not at all hee.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I should probably whack myself for buying another shoe. Namely C&amp;amp;K woohooo. It was a never seen before and without ANY (sob!) persuasion from yp NOT to buy it at all, I bought it in the flashest of flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh as you can see, I can't even form coherent sentences. Buhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-2274741584210109870?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/2274741584210109870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=2274741584210109870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2274741584210109870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2274741584210109870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-so-tired-lately.html' title='Yawnzz half'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8387671111232456581</id><published>2009-06-03T19:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:14:19.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dusk cloud disappears, without a trace</title><content type='html'>Is it cool or what? My dad bought me Sims 3 MWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what's sims, you really need to go get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel less like a bum moping around the house with a list of things piling up for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Learn to play 3 songs on my keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;I've started learning Yiruma - River Flows In You. It's not easy, but challenges are cool. I'm thinking of The Fray - How To Save a Life and Clocks by Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Spend my time reading Japanese notes, since I've already enrolled myself and classes begin mid June. Might as well get a lil headstart on things, I figured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Read finish the book on Renaissance and Mannerism since the library book is going to be due next week. It's interesting, really - but with so many things going on, it's sadly becoming my lullaby book aka the book I carry dutifully to me and read till I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) And of course, knock myself out with the new kickass game. Though I haven't tried it. But still.. grins.&lt;br /&gt;SIMS 3 WAIT FER ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8387671111232456581?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8387671111232456581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8387671111232456581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8387671111232456581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8387671111232456581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-cool-or-what-my-dad-bought-me.html' title='The dusk cloud disappears, without a trace'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-7442492193943152986</id><published>2009-05-29T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:25:11.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I smiled up to the sky, and know that I'll be alright</title><content type='html'>I know I hadn't been blogging much, but really, there were soo many times, I typed out a post. Only to never publish it -cause its full of anger and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like that. I really don't. So I just keep telling myself to ignore the things that make me unhappy, angry, frustrated etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's much better now though sometimes there are the few people that make me want to bang my head against the wall. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;It's all good. I wish myself all the best in becoming one step closer to a happier more optimistic person. Really! I can see you smirking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last note: I'M SO GLAD YOU FINALLY GOT THE HINT AFTER ALL THESE EONS DAYS!! I wish you good luck in your erm honing of skills. No, seriously. You need it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-7442492193943152986?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/7442492193943152986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=7442492193943152986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7442492193943152986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7442492193943152986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-smiled-up-to-sky-and-know-that-ill-be.html' title='I smiled up to the sky, and know that I&apos;ll be alright'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6193980141275542894</id><published>2009-05-13T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:29:01.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And thus fatigue overWHELMMS~</title><content type='html'>It's just 2 more days.  2MORE DAYS!! HANG IN THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER ever want to pick up another phone and listen to a know-it-all/stubborn/idiotic/complacent/etcetc customer babble on and on aimlessly and questioning my ability to answer questions. WHAT AM I - FRIGGIN 5YRS OLD?&lt;br /&gt;Even extending my stay for just one more day - may just halve my life span.&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I want to wake up at 2pm everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6193980141275542894?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6193980141275542894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6193980141275542894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6193980141275542894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6193980141275542894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-thus-fatigue-overwhelmms.html' title='And thus fatigue overWHELMMS~'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8016098451806726379</id><published>2009-05-10T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:46:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so guilty maybe I should just shackle myself at home and don't step out of the house completely. Obviously my voices in my head doesn't seem to be doing a good job because I realise somehow one way or another I keep buying and buying and buying and buying an- hmm. You get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway three cheers to awesome weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was awesome because I met ahchun for dinner which we ate at some place I can't remember the name but there was free flow of drinks and ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was awesome cause I met Kelly and Kc and we chomp away overly unhealthy stuff and played mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was awesome because we woke up and went MPH BOOK SALEEE at Expo where I kwaaa spent 50plus on books.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know not that you would want to hur I bought some Samuel Huntington's Clash of Civilisation, France Guidebook, Angels and Demons cause someone didn't return us back!, Encyclopedia of ancient world which is kick ass cool and some dictionary on cryptology. Oh I bought a novel titled Art Thief too! Looks mag. And I FINALLY bought a much needed phone. We the Nokia lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was awesome cause me and ping went shopping and ARGH I bought MOREEEE. And then dinner with family at Jumbo's along Kallang river was da bomb. After long wait I finally get to eat lobster!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I think happiness is super overflowing. Yesh. Don't even wanna see monday boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8016098451806726379?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8016098451806726379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8016098451806726379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8016098451806726379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8016098451806726379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-guilty-maybe-i-should-just.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-3435894646490523814</id><published>2009-05-03T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:51:36.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREW IT</title><content type='html'>Won't you get disappointed when you thought that those that understand you - actually don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I'm just in a go away don't bother me kinda mood. Maybe I should go to the library tomorrow to relax and bury my nose in books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda random haha! But that's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-3435894646490523814?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/3435894646490523814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=3435894646490523814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3435894646490523814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3435894646490523814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/05/screw-it.html' title='SCREW IT'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-2602709576048313449</id><published>2009-05-03T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:28:17.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, I wonder why I even bother</title><content type='html'>My shopping list is dreadful! It's just keeps getting longer and longer and longer. Even one tiny, puny step into any shops have me eyeing a piece already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was supposingly an innocent dinner with Rachel for example, turns out to be kwaaaaaa. I brought Promod scarf and a blouse and a dress. Which I keep chanting to myself that's because I have been eyeing the scarf like, since forever. And come on!! The other 2 items were on sale. 70% at Bysi how can I not buy right. RIGHT?&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo wayyy over budget. And it didn't help that yesterday my 1month old loafers decided to abandon me and I had to force myeslf to buy this pair of Charles and Keith shoes which is like hmmm alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should freeze my ATM card like in the movie Confessions of A Shopaholic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-2602709576048313449?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/2602709576048313449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=2602709576048313449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2602709576048313449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2602709576048313449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-i-wonder-why-i-even-bother.html' title='Sometimes, I wonder why I even bother'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-3607811868248180199</id><published>2009-04-19T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:55:30.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was talking to Jac on Fb and she was saying how she saw the cleo bachelor winner again out on the streets (we saw him once in mrt and i totally didn't give a shit or 'recognise' who he was). Not like I'm giving any crap right now. But jeez I just discovered that fact as I was flipping through CLEO today. AND he is titled most cut to perfection???!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Dangggggg mannn (no pun intended) this is really a sad case if this were true about singaporean man. And Jac pointed out to me, well that's why he is bachelor what. Snicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: No. I am not saying I have the looks or anything to dissed other people or anything. But well. He is IN a contest to compete for looks. And. Well. Hmm. But seriously?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-3607811868248180199?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/3607811868248180199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=3607811868248180199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3607811868248180199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3607811868248180199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-talking-to-jac-on-fb-and-she-was.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-3601267924828594454</id><published>2009-04-18T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:34:45.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The DRAMATIC and EXCITING life of the simply wondorous me</title><content type='html'>Whoa. The existence of my blog seemed to have been wiped off my memory. Everyday is a monotonous day that is turning more and dreary and dreary. Weekdays, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up 5.15am to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Board the train which is full of people that will snatch a chance to grab a seat desperately, walk down the same hallways to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. Get hungry and count down the minutes till lunch break comes. And when it comes, you wish it never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back down at the office. And you feel recharged. For a little while. And your head slides ever so slightly. Drooping further and further and before you know it, you already nod off at your desk unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up with a start when you hear footsteps approaching. Energizes you, helps you to focus a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggle till end of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go home relax, dinner. Before you know it - you need to sleep early to face the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I bored you to hell, I've just succeeded in telling you how I've been living off these past few weeks. Which is oh-so-YAWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez. I can't wait till pay day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-3601267924828594454?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/3601267924828594454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=3601267924828594454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3601267924828594454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3601267924828594454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/04/dramatic-and-exciting-life-of-simply.html' title='The DRAMATIC and EXCITING life of the simply wondorous me'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6510401108842036807</id><published>2009-03-28T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:59:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummy? Byd Dnose Ish Bloacc</title><content type='html'>I think I caught the flu bug in office yesterday. I was sneezing and sniffling and feeling like crap. To top it off, I had sorethroat and headache. Awww yes, poor lil old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, okay. But it sucks. I had to cancel my weekend plans which I was ssooo looking forward to it. Ah well. At least I have Pokemon Platinum to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;HEY. Stop snickering okay, it's super addictive game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and I contributed to the Earth Hour!! Participated I mean. I stayed in my bedroom with the lights off and no fan and everything. Hmm. Though we didn't switch the TV off. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6510401108842036807?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6510401108842036807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6510401108842036807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6510401108842036807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6510401108842036807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/03/bummy-byd-dnose-ish-bloacc.html' title='Bummy? Byd Dnose Ish Bloacc'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-5427219691084403687</id><published>2009-03-24T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:49:26.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you feel like sometimes you are the biggest idiot and everything just goes wrong. Argh, well so many things to mull over, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just one lil thing to talk about, DID YOU KNOW!!!!! SIM UNI AND SIM are like DIFFERENT SCHOOLS. And I went to the wrong website and submitted my application WITH MY #@&gt;!)!!  Oh oops. I capsed it. I mean 32.10!!! bucks.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is there wasn't any signs screaming that its for the working class. Home paged had an application and I just clicked and presto, with this course that I was very interested in and all. Can you imagine the disappointment&gt;? NO you can't! And if I apply another course to the correct school, aka SIM, its another 50sth bucks for application fee cause its non-refundable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as if my mood's not already quite low lately. Hearing people blab about all the choices they have to make because well, they have plenty, just doesn't exactly make things better. Jeez, sometimes I wonder why I'm not born in the year of the tiger instead. I feel all snarly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you DARE. EVER DARE to laugh at me because I submitted to the wrong frickin school, Imma gonna karate chop you. HIYAaaAHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-5427219691084403687?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/5427219691084403687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=5427219691084403687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5427219691084403687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5427219691084403687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-feel-like-sometimes-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-204395121833028691</id><published>2009-03-07T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:09:17.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOOKY EYESSSSS</title><content type='html'>Good grief. It's over. My eyes are now officially crossed. From looking at the private universities and overseas websites. YES. I CAN"T get into government universities. At least I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm not going to kill myself - that's just stupid. Though I was really tempted to bang my head against the wall until my head bleeds. Hmmmm. I'm surprised at myself - I'm not as depress as I think I should be. That's good right. Yes give me my reward!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really did checked my result slip after I came home. And ate Kinder. And ate a brownie. And binge on chocolate ice-cream. I don't care! I have the right to do that being so depressed and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'll get back to reality when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-204395121833028691?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/204395121833028691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=204395121833028691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/204395121833028691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/204395121833028691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/03/kooky-eyesssss.html' title='KOOKY EYESSSSS'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1170437318967448014</id><published>2009-03-05T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:43:54.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On and on - where it stops, nobody knows</title><content type='html'>Work's tiring. Traveling to work is tiring. Struggling to keep awake during work is tiring. Typing all these is tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, I'm totally struggling to stay awake for as long as possible. After all, the later you sleep the later you'll get up right. And then it'll mean lesser time to mull over the drat results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the big plan is - I'm going to walk straight home immediately after taking the slip. Without looking at the results.&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Without talking much to anyone - straiggghhtt home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if I don't reply you after the results. TRUST ME. It's nothing personal. It's totally me and my wish to shut off from everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ME OH MY please fast forward 1month from now. Pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1170437318967448014?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1170437318967448014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1170437318967448014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1170437318967448014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1170437318967448014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/03/works-tiring.html' title='On and on - where it stops, nobody knows'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6078749369129853131</id><published>2009-02-27T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:43:54.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Healthy Doses Of House, Chuck And Grey's. Coldplay Later Too.</title><content type='html'>No. I am soo not okay. In fact I think I'm quite messed up just because there's this big rumour spreading that results have been coming out on 6th march. So messed up that I have been distant grumpy and emotional. YEAH. I teared when I can't go to the Coldplay concert!!! HOW SCREWED UP IS THAT?! I get nightmares where I got a zero for Math Paper 2! ARGHHH. People will be like, suck it up! We're in this all together. Yeah whatever, I don't CARE if you don't feel as panicky and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me want this over and done with. Another part of me is praying that all the result papers will mysteriously vanish overnight. Since I think the latter is not realistic - well, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do when next week I'm starting my job. Feeding my brain with as what those know-it-alls like to say junk. Hours and hours of drama. Mostly House major marathon. Needless to say, Chuck was included and so was Grey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House vs Grey's. Hmm. Actually to be frank and I know some people will slaughter me but I prefer watching House. Cause there's mostly no staff screwing round staffs. Although Grey's patient cases are cool, like girl and guy embedded lodge into a tree trunk or a timebomb in a patient's stomach. Or the fact there's McDreamy/Steamy in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the character I like most in Grey's is actually the vet. Who was like in Season 3 only?? Oh and Docter Bailey. The rest are.. Let's see. Meredith's always some forlorn tired out old lady. Yang is always uptight. George is wuss. Alex is arrogant jerk. Izzie's totally. Huh. She can't get over her pinning over that Denny? And then there's the whole on off Docter Shepherd/Meredith thing which is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Chuck's still the best and John Casey, with every cynic and snide remark you make - you make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Coldplay lovers like me. There's the Coldplay concert in Japan that is airing tonight MTV 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach and soft sand come to momma!!!!! Tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. And I kinda replied people in tagboard but I also kinda realised people kinda cannot see the tagboard so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linette - Yeah!! All the places I visited where the famous tourist destinations. Like, very typical kind.&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin - Yep. The scenery is really awesome stuff=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6078749369129853131?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6078749369129853131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6078749369129853131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6078749369129853131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6078749369129853131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-got-healthy-doses-of-house-chuck.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Healthy Doses Of House, Chuck And Grey&apos;s. Coldplay Later Too.'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-4055086114607634205</id><published>2009-02-23T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:45:45.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Know If Your Heart's Still Beating?</title><content type='html'>I had a fantastic weekend!!! Though the price of it all is aching everywhere like an oldd ladaiee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday went Vivo with my mum. Apparently mumsie dear thought there was some beauty exhibition going on. Turns out its those mind women's health kind of stuff. And the things were like. Hmm how to make it sound subtle. Erm. Pathetic? No no. Haha oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to discourage smoking and encourage women to go for pap smears. But then. For those non-smokers what are we suppose to see???? So the message for non smokers is like. Go for pap smears?! It's a failed exhibition in my opinion cause there's only like 2 messages for the females out there?? Except fot the goody book which is vouchers galore. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday Rach and me WALKKKEEEDDDDDDD from her house all the way in to the Pasir Ris Farmway. Yes, we WALKEEDDD. It's so deserted that you know there's this seemingly never-ending stretch of canal. And a small path beside it. So off we go. And I told Rach you can dump your secrets there and nobody will know. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to see puppies and all. Japanese Spitz and the white Pomeranian is sooo cuteee. Hmmprh I won't say the same bout the pet shop owners though. Some of them are like wayy stuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we arrived civilisation 3 hours have flew. And let me tell you we were standinggg the entire time. And I had a wild craving for coookkke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was lagi best. Alan booked the court but my sister had sprained her ankle so they let me and rach use it instead. So we arrive at Tampines Safra, and I nearly had a heart attack. There were only 3 badminton courts. And... the amateurs were at the middle court. Which is..... us. The sides were like. Ah pehs who, one glance, you will know they're regulars. So cough.&lt;br /&gt;Akward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun nevertheless but now- and i reiterate that I feel like an old lady so I'll just recuperate at home and knit like one. Phffttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-4055086114607634205?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/4055086114607634205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=4055086114607634205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4055086114607634205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4055086114607634205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-me-know-if-your-hearts-still.html' title='Let Me Know If Your Heart&apos;s Still Beating?'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-5985673356136230882</id><published>2009-02-18T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:27:14.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOOKY FUCKERS</title><content type='html'>F-YOU PEOPLE WHO THINK YOU CAN MESS WITH ME YOU KOOKY ASSHOLIC PIECE OF EFFING DIPSHITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please practise self censorship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. It's not anybody I know. They are screwed up worth-shit idiotic annoying unreasonable passerbys. So you think I look like a lil girl who you can totally try to step over my head huh????!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a life and start to be reasonable. Totally treat people with respect. JEEZ DIDNT YOUR MAMA TEACH YOU ANYTHING? And you're both adults. Not spoilt midgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. I don't need to chill lahh or relac one corner. THANKYOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-5985673356136230882?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/5985673356136230882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=5985673356136230882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5985673356136230882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5985673356136230882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/02/kooky-fuckers.html' title='KOOKY FUCKERS'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-9117983061644540501</id><published>2009-02-18T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:33:20.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP! Goes My Heart.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha I wrote down the things I thought of to write!!! *waves piece of paper excitedly*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Rachel was suggesting for me to write about V.day. But I can't really think of much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try so let's see. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obviously&lt;/span&gt;, I was out with Rachel to see the NTU talks at Suntec. Saw many friends. Came back for dinner and there was grilled salmon. YUM. That's all really. But I think going there didn't really help me much. If anything, it made me even more frustrated and confused than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Is it me or are ants nowadays like. Superants?! It's like the ants from the 90's era evolved/upgraded into more menancing, harder to die, annoying, antbots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are attracted to water. Aren't ants suppose to be deathly scared of water? So why are there like so many ants crawling around the cup of water I left. The scary part is that they don't drown. They just cluster together. And when they're near the sides of the cup they actually climb out of the water. Like?!!!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently thwacking them is useless sometimes. They used to die under one hit. Now it takes at least two hits. For all you know 10 years down the road and you need a sledgehammer or something to kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. So I guess there is some sort of change in my blog huh. If you hadn't notice. Then kwakwa. Time to see an optometrist. Less cluttered and more clean cut. It's not exactly what I wanted. I was actually quite keen on starting a template on scratch and doing a layout for myself. But after hours of scanning through how-to-start-blog-templates sites, I'm pretty sure I don't understand all that load of RSS or css or id=blahblah. So what the heck. If anyone wants to explain all those in layman's term, puh-leazee enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read till here. I can say I'm honestly surprised. Cause I know some of my friends' idea of reading blog is just scanning through entries with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!! Anyway. CSI Vegas new season airs TONIGHT!! Hohohohohoho. I can't wait! It was such a cliffie! Warrick got shot. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sleeppy now. Afternoon drowsiness. Hey! don't give me the look. I slept at 4am today just trying to decipher the stupid blog codes. YAWN zzzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-9117983061644540501?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/9117983061644540501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=9117983061644540501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/9117983061644540501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/9117983061644540501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/02/pop-goes-my-heart.html' title='POP! Goes My Heart.'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-3862038603537948113</id><published>2009-02-17T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:11:17.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I'm amazed. When I'm blogging. No one tags. But when I like put on a vanishing act whoahhh huhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. It's always weird. Somehow whenever I'm just carrying on with my mundane life you know. Sleeping and shopping. And eating and sleeping, for now that is. I always have this thought. Huh. Maybe I can write about blahblah on my blog. It's amazing how many stuff I can actually think of to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm staring at this create-a-post page. My mind auto switches on to blank, pristine white pages. Scanning through my memory and its endless white space after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. Think!! Mind - imagination and creativity, please kick in!! It seems my brain has gotten a tad bit lazy hurhur. OH WELL. When it's back to operating mode you guys will know, anyhoo - I'm like trying to look for layouts. SO STOP CHEWING ON MY ASS. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-3862038603537948113?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/3862038603537948113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=3862038603537948113' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3862038603537948113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/3862038603537948113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-5731866432414910893</id><published>2009-02-07T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:16:53.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The more I look at it. The more that I am...............&lt;br /&gt;Starting to hate this layout.&lt;br /&gt;Which is also making me delay my posts and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Should I change? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;But hmmm. We'll seee....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(short enough for you rach? HAHAHA)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-5731866432414910893?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/5731866432414910893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=5731866432414910893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5731866432414910893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5731866432414910893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-i-look-at-it.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-9121400392987274983</id><published>2009-01-23T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:26:27.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Some Shitty Sorethroat and Fever That WONT quit</title><content type='html'>Why MEEEEE. Oh wooooeeee is mee. Must I always fall sick before/after Chinese New Year. Arghh. I hate this. It's such the ultimate %Y&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;*HI&amp;amp;&amp;amp;$%GGH. And I havent even TOUCH the CNY goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it feel like? OHH I tell YOU, its like someone shove 10 tonnes of sandpaper down your throat and scrapped it. *scratch scratch scratch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you can tell I'm not in the best of moods. I can't eat NEW YEAR STUFF. I can't go out. I can't have that darn fan blowing at me (when people are looking cough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Wanted to stayover and watch Obama's Inaguration at Becky's house. But mum was all like, NOO come home young lady. So I was like fineee. And I watched till the end of Obama's speech! Which I'm soo proudd of cause I was struggling to stay awake at 1am. And it wasn't helping because there were loads of boring stuff before the actual speech. Like a classical performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically these few days I'm mostly sick in bed. Miw's deserted me, don't know where he went. So to cheer myself, I went to watch Six Feet Under but it was borringg. And I'm soo sick of Pokemon Pearl. Can they come out the US version of Platinum ASAP?! If Japan's one was already released somewhere mid last year why can't they work faster!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH. Meds are calling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-9121400392987274983?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/9121400392987274983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=9121400392987274983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/9121400392987274983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/9121400392987274983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-some-shitty-sorethroat-and-fever.html' title='Of Some Shitty Sorethroat and Fever That WONT quit'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-937052850869822517</id><published>2009-01-20T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:33:00.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I know I should have posted my Taiwan trip long ago. But oh well. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSm3YAPwQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/QiTog7JiFTw/s1600-h/P1080451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293038932333674754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSm3YAPwQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/QiTog7JiFTw/s320/P1080451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Okay. Er. I don't know why they use Disney characters on Changi Aiport Terminal 3. We don't even have Disneyland here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293038258559415426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSmQJ_8dII/AAAAAAAAAn4/q7VZPSJrwOE/s320/P1080469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So pretty - the clouds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSmPlkYTaI/AAAAAAAAAno/Y28NqOu2TPM/s1600-h/P1080479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293038248780123554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSmPlkYTaI/AAAAAAAAAno/Y28NqOu2TPM/s320/P1080479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We touched down at Khaosiong. And on the first night market we see Mr Chen here... On a dustbin.. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSmPh3DY5I/AAAAAAAAAng/bmVgfulT6nA/s1600-h/P1080513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293038247784702866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSmPh3DY5I/AAAAAAAAAng/bmVgfulT6nA/s320/P1080513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pagoda thingy where you go in from the dragon's mouth and out from the lion's. No one does otherwise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSmPL_-7aI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tJ04wa1Sff4/s1600-h/P1080550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293038241916579234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSmPL_-7aI/AAAAAAAAAnY/tJ04wa1Sff4/s320/P1080550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some pretty scenery. Can't remember the name of the place heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSlg_VeQFI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AA9gfjCu9Uc/s1600-h/P1080593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037448243069010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSlg_VeQFI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AA9gfjCu9Uc/s320/P1080593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lighthouse. I'm good with phototaking. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSlgeAiFMI/AAAAAAAAAnI/olBaVrpoZX8/s1600-h/P1080595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037439296869570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSlgeAiFMI/AAAAAAAAAnI/olBaVrpoZX8/s320/P1080595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSlf98y0dI/AAAAAAAAAnA/cLjgD1TEOcU/s1600-h/P1080596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037430691254738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSlf98y0dI/AAAAAAAAAnA/cLjgD1TEOcU/s320/P1080596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone wanna hire me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSlfSV6ogI/AAAAAAAAAm4/3v1UQjNtJck/s1600-h/P1080601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037418985464322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSlfSV6ogI/AAAAAAAAAm4/3v1UQjNtJck/s320/P1080601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293037413846880498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSle_MyEPI/AAAAAAAAAmw/PvfNh7iHK_c/s320/P1080607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSkwAVgyLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Q69tdBURkb4/s1600-h/P1080613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293036606698080434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSkwAVgyLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Q69tdBURkb4/s320/P1080613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 3 At some street market. Notice the chinese words "coffin". It's actually a delicacy called coffin bread. Weird name huh. It DOES look like one. Inside is melty buttery-kaya-thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSkvUMMZ5I/AAAAAAAAAmg/4BKOIL6mYSU/s1600-h/P1080618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293036594847836050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSkvUMMZ5I/AAAAAAAAAmg/4BKOIL6mYSU/s320/P1080618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrived at Salt Mountain. Used to be a dumping ground for salt, until the government realise low comparative advatage in manufacturing - mostly salt is imported to Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSkudxTATI/AAAAAAAAAmY/4sNKXAl2Q2U/s1600-h/P1080629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293036580239507762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSkudxTATI/AAAAAAAAAmY/4sNKXAl2Q2U/s320/P1080629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wind was freaking cold here. My cheek stung. Oh and they sell Salty Coffee at this tourist spot. Unique taste, my take that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSktsEKsSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Fi6zhv4PX2Q/s1600-h/P1080651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293036566896881954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSktsEKsSI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Fi6zhv4PX2Q/s320/P1080651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aboard the train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSkqK1j3cI/AAAAAAAAAmI/TgUMbTuZ6SI/s1600-h/P1080641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293036506437639618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSkqK1j3cI/AAAAAAAAAmI/TgUMbTuZ6SI/s320/P1080641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Station masters waving along as the train past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSjxQ9dQvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/euz2fC_7pbg/s1600-h/P1080664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293035528828830450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSjxQ9dQvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/euz2fC_7pbg/s320/P1080664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next day. DOGGIE!! SO cute right. There were countless dogs roaming the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSjxMMfJwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6wH9dIyS7HQ/s1600-h/P1080666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293035527549691650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSjxMMfJwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/6wH9dIyS7HQ/s320/P1080666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were staying at some hotel situated in the mountains. It was only like 14degress. But I felt really cold. The fun thing was wisps of vapour come out when you talk which is soo COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSjwsJ9VbI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SFub9crBke0/s1600-h/P1080668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293035518949152178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSjwsJ9VbI/AAAAAAAAAlw/SFub9crBke0/s320/P1080668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visting the temple which collapsed under the ground after the major quake in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSjwakCqSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Ju-OC152IYw/s1600-h/P1080676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293035514226714914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSjwakCqSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Ju-OC152IYw/s320/P1080676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sun Moon Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSjwFIivDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/hAKL3L_9M9Y/s1600-h/P1080687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293035508474231858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSjwFIivDI/AAAAAAAAAlg/hAKL3L_9M9Y/s320/P1080687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was sooo gorgeous! I wished we had more time there though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293033661310024626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSiEj6Ru7I/AAAAAAAAAlY/uljFF2KQac8/s320/P1080696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSiEAYc4JI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/bFbCGnXReBs/s1600-h/P1080722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293033651772907666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSiEAYc4JI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/bFbCGnXReBs/s320/P1080722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the temples. Go in by the right, come out from the left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293033646578071410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSiDtB593I/AAAAAAAAAlI/N-ZfQZo0jm8/s320/P1080739.JPG" border="0" /&gt; DIY bakery. We made our own Sun Biscuits. The chef say mine was the best. HOHOHO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293049009618039314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSwB80EMhI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Vqg1zj7qq6g/s320/P1080793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On top Taipei 101. Highest building in the world. At least for now. I'm also soo tall. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSiCqqnwEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/TNgdrSAAlHM/s1600-h/P1080819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293033628763668546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSiCqqnwEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/TNgdrSAAlHM/s320/P1080819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXShCSngqFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_tmhbF-2hhM/s1600-h/P1080820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293032522796542034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXShCSngqFI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_tmhbF-2hhM/s320/P1080820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Yangmingshan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXShCAMeqmI/AAAAAAAAAko/h794hLqw7zU/s1600-h/P1080826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293032517851327074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXShCAMeqmI/AAAAAAAAAko/h794hLqw7zU/s320/P1080826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look!! Maple leaves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXShCEO86sI/AAAAAAAAAkg/0WQuS19ACU8/s1600-h/P1080827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293032518935440066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXShCEO86sI/AAAAAAAAAkg/0WQuS19ACU8/s320/P1080827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why can't maple trees grown in Singapore. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXShB9N_xhI/AAAAAAAAAkY/pswT4xtTK4s/s1600-h/P1080838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293032517052384786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXShB9N_xhI/AAAAAAAAAkY/pswT4xtTK4s/s320/P1080838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXShBDhmORI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/nZoVBzDvfbs/s1600-h/P1080851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293032501565339922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXShBDhmORI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/nZoVBzDvfbs/s320/P1080851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSgPUlf3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/YDKVoV8JARg/s1600-h/P1080853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031647151643922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSgPUlf3RI/AAAAAAAAAkI/YDKVoV8JARg/s320/P1080853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSgO53FmoI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y7rnW8kis78/s1600-h/P1080858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031639977663106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSgO53FmoI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y7rnW8kis78/s320/P1080858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yangminshan from afar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSgOpEj2uI/AAAAAAAAAj4/QNbgiZQfu5k/s1600-h/P1080866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031635470768866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSgOpEj2uI/AAAAAAAAAj4/QNbgiZQfu5k/s320/P1080866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh this is somewhere near.. Call erm. Uh. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSgObNYJgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/h1_MpzD1x_E/s1600-h/P1080877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031631749654018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSgObNYJgI/AAAAAAAAAjw/h1_MpzD1x_E/s320/P1080877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is soo high. FYI: Taipei 101 is only 500 over meters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSgN6AyYRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/vPYY6QC801A/s1600-h/P1080884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031622838477074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSgN6AyYRI/AAAAAAAAAjo/vPYY6QC801A/s320/P1080884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXScl7Tl9EI/AAAAAAAAAjg/XH3qeuE9wBg/s1600-h/P1080887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293027637456139330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXScl7Tl9EI/AAAAAAAAAjg/XH3qeuE9wBg/s320/P1080887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The climb was absolutely dreadful. The steps were slippery and un-solidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSclljygYI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Su9sT9DejHQ/s1600-h/P1080890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293027631618490754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSclljygYI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Su9sT9DejHQ/s320/P1080890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still. The scenery makes it worth it. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSclYHS4nI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nZj2VnEv0cc/s1600-h/P1080894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293027628009316978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSclYHS4nI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nZj2VnEv0cc/s320/P1080894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sulphur coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSclFUSrbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/uNm5OO8QQh4/s1600-h/P1080901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293027622963555762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSclFUSrbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/uNm5OO8QQh4/s320/P1080901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh. We are soo not up there. This stop is only like. 0.4km out of a total 1.2km hike. We stopped here. Lack of time and out of breath. The way down was worse, I would have fall all the way down due to moss on the slippery steps if mum hadn't grasp my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSbMwwBBNI/AAAAAAAAAi4/X_nGR13m_js/s1600-h/P1080917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026105614206162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSbMwwBBNI/AAAAAAAAAi4/X_nGR13m_js/s320/P1080917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSbMvkAa_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/RRXw6gRQsC4/s1600-h/P1080936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026105295399922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSbMvkAa_I/AAAAAAAAAiw/RRXw6gRQsC4/s320/P1080936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another street market. The mochi here is the ultimate famous in Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSbMdoQH8I/AAAAAAAAAio/_MRY8b76Hew/s1600-h/P1080934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026100481368002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSbMdoQH8I/AAAAAAAAAio/_MRY8b76Hew/s320/P1080934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from the second story shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSbMGn66TI/AAAAAAAAAig/g-_fGJol5PY/s1600-h/P1080961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026094305962290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSbMGn66TI/AAAAAAAAAig/g-_fGJol5PY/s320/P1080961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is at some Geology Park. It was like #%^TY()#@$T*( hot and I was wearing the thick Gap pullover. Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSbLr2y4qI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a6BiN8FTJ-M/s1600-h/P1080962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293026087120593570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSbLr2y4qI/AAAAAAAAAiY/a6BiN8FTJ-M/s320/P1080962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSaVqYIJQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GY6QipsOLcg/s1600-h/P1080971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293025159010592002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSaVqYIJQI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/GY6QipsOLcg/s320/P1080971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous Queen's Head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSaVQ7LjaI/AAAAAAAAAiI/y5307Es4Jds/s1600-h/P1080980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293025152178294178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSaVQ7LjaI/AAAAAAAAAiI/y5307Es4Jds/s320/P1080980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad said this looks like a camel head. Can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSaUwFTa4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/2OTHmvTNQsM/s1600-h/P1080990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293025143362382722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSaUwFTa4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/2OTHmvTNQsM/s320/P1080990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then he say this looks like a gorilla wedge between the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSaU3DOeaI/AAAAAAAAAh4/J96tlyIxLHg/s1600-h/P1090012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293025145232718242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSaU3DOeaI/AAAAAAAAAh4/J96tlyIxLHg/s320/P1090012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Odd looking formations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSaUUCKJxI/AAAAAAAAAhw/TruJw_ed7gQ/s1600-h/P1090015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293025135832999698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSaUUCKJxI/AAAAAAAAAhw/TruJw_ed7gQ/s320/P1090015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh. This is at Lover's Bridge. Apparently dramas like to be filmed in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSZLlG-0EI/AAAAAAAAAho/iG6NKZykqYY/s1600-h/P1090023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293023886286180418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSZLlG-0EI/AAAAAAAAAho/iG6NKZykqYY/s320/P1090023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take a picture anywhere, and hills make the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSZLW0jglI/AAAAAAAAAhg/jwpnKo4FwlE/s1600-h/P1090027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293023882450797138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSZLW0jglI/AAAAAAAAAhg/jwpnKo4FwlE/s320/P1090027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alot of artist offer to draw lovers here too. How fitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSZLOKwMeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/NX2SJGxuI08/s1600-h/P1090045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293023880127984098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSZLOKwMeI/AAAAAAAAAhY/NX2SJGxuI08/s320/P1090045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An another night market. Same ol same ol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSZK1sxSjI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jnWhVLULLbY/s1600-h/P1090046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293023873559775794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSZK1sxSjI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/jnWhVLULLbY/s320/P1090046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But wait a minute, what's this queue for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSZKTBrUGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zffEkooEOzA/s1600-h/P1090050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293023864252223586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSZKTBrUGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/zffEkooEOzA/s320/P1090050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's the ever famous Shilin Fried Chicken Cutlet. And it WAS UBER AWESOME. I was munching away happily. $2.50 only you know! For such a big piece. Where can you find this price in Sg?! Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSYKjcFK-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/czNGf7f4xuQ/s1600-h/P1090061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293022769146309602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSYKjcFK-I/AAAAAAAAAhA/czNGf7f4xuQ/s320/P1090061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tour Group photo. The scene was unusal, behind us were demonstrators setting up their stuff to protest. Further down were Tibetan refugees, pleading the Taiwan government to take them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSYKR8pQxI/AAAAAAAAAg4/shy5liPSlRY/s1600-h/P1090078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293022764451054354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSYKR8pQxI/AAAAAAAAAg4/shy5liPSlRY/s320/P1090078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; My parents went up this thingy though I wilingly stayed down - I sprained my ankle when I climbed the mountain earlier on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSYJ2ymjGI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2CxjPhxkkBo/s1600-h/P1090068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293022757161176162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSYJ2ymjGI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2CxjPhxkkBo/s320/P1090068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSYJaU1qSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/hHhdPouk0Js/s1600-h/P1090075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293022749520144674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSYJaU1qSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/hHhdPouk0Js/s320/P1090075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSYIwRinMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/7CytUy06Tl0/s1600-h/P1090093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293022738232024258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSYIwRinMI/AAAAAAAAAgg/7CytUy06Tl0/s320/P1090093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSXKrhiJRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/bOwduK-Z09s/s1600-h/P1090122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293021671805035794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSXKrhiJRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/bOwduK-Z09s/s320/P1090122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This place was next - I think its the place where ashes of soldiers are laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSXKZ3YCQI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dyNEYj7nbK0/s1600-h/P1090125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293021667064809730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSXKZ3YCQI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dyNEYj7nbK0/s320/P1090125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guards changing shift draws large crowds. Guards on duty are to stand in the sweltering heat in full armour, and not to move a single inch. For 3 hours. So they had "caretakers" to spray them with water once in a while, prevent heat stroke I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSXKG0rAmI/AAAAAAAAAgI/lNSqWuYKDHE/s1600-h/P1090129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293021661953196642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSXKG0rAmI/AAAAAAAAAgI/lNSqWuYKDHE/s320/P1090129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is apparently a restaurant. Yeah believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSXJ4HSwRI/AAAAAAAAAgA/IGTp7jc4b2w/s1600-h/P1090132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293021658004766994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSXJ4HSwRI/AAAAAAAAAgA/IGTp7jc4b2w/s320/P1090132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With a lake thingy and boat and statues adorning the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSXJdIt5_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/mQJgsBBW5E0/s1600-h/P1090133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293021650762983410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSXJdIt5_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/mQJgsBBW5E0/s320/P1090133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSVgH97llI/AAAAAAAAAfw/XQlzUytobJg/s1600-h/P1090135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293019841194333778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSVgH97llI/AAAAAAAAAfw/XQlzUytobJg/s320/P1090135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entrance to the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSVgHRUzWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vaaV4TevyZY/s1600-h/P1090138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293019841007242594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSVgHRUzWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/vaaV4TevyZY/s320/P1090138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How it looks from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSVfz00q_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/m82HokTSMEU/s1600-h/P1090141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293019835787422706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSVfz00q_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/m82HokTSMEU/s320/P1090141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSVfmrGP_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/6jzMI2gkm4A/s1600-h/P1090148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293019832256970738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSVfmrGP_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/6jzMI2gkm4A/s320/P1090148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous Ximending. Supposedly good meesua. But I hate it. Pig intestines inside. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSVfbeP8vI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Mu27o6CuXp0/s1600-h/P1090156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293019829250290418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSVfbeP8vI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Mu27o6CuXp0/s320/P1090156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bullet train back to Khaosiong from Taipei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSUhgB0WiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/aJKZ155Mp1c/s1600-h/P1090159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293018765321329186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSUhgB0WiI/AAAAAAAAAfI/aJKZ155Mp1c/s320/P1090159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSUhVaJofI/AAAAAAAAAfA/R1uyjx7Sq5E/s1600-h/P1090163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293018762470597106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSUhVaJofI/AAAAAAAAAfA/R1uyjx7Sq5E/s320/P1090163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSUg54--MI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ZflW3HWoANE/s1600-h/P1090169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293018755083729090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSUg54--MI/AAAAAAAAAe4/ZflW3HWoANE/s320/P1090169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to fifth largest mall in Asia, Dream Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSUgiJmhZI/AAAAAAAAAew/kvJXg9RsiZk/s1600-h/P1090170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293018748710978962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSUgiJmhZI/AAAAAAAAAew/kvJXg9RsiZk/s320/P1090170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Art outside the bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293017535832352946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSTZ70zaLI/AAAAAAAAAeI/7hws9IAcdQg/s320/P1090188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. The ferris wheel is on the roof of the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293017566806931234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSTbvNt9yI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Ax0xb3l6SNM/s320/P1090190.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And that concludes the tour, with us taking the plane back to Singapore the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSTcpzoxPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/grTuHDHLzZs/s1600-h/P1090194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293017582535230706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSTcpzoxPI/AAAAAAAAAeg/grTuHDHLzZs/s320/P1090194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293017614145012754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSTefj_xBI/AAAAAAAAAeo/MNgbYjE5uT0/s320/P1090200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And so we left Taiwan feeling happy and satisfied. I'm going to miss the cool wind there and the scenery and the food and the lower prices and and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. It's good to be back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I finally FINALLY finish this mega post worth 3 hours of my time. You can tell elaboration is pha-tooey. If you wanna know more- well, I'll be happy to blab to you more of Taiwan =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/14130174-937052850869822517?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/937052850869822517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=937052850869822517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/937052850869822517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/937052850869822517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SXSm3YAPwQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/QiTog7JiFTw/s72-c/P1080451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-5893815776384836020</id><published>2009-01-05T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:18:02.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what. Reading midgets' blogs is soooo amusing. You all should totally try it out too. And when I mean midgets, I mean those secondary school and all their oh sooo interesting blog posts. Well. Those typical ones at least. Not like, everyone's just. The majority. Uh. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I can totally do the same. Okay. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr. sooo today hahaxz so i think i did nth much? no wait... i tell u wat i doooooooooooo...... hahaxx. let me think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh!! hahas i noes liaozxzxz.. i play com then i watch movie 2dae, but ish boring. then i go bathe. weather veh hot today hor! hahazxzxz. oks nth to type liaaosssss bb.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO, MOI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOho. I'm soo totally having fun imitating. Though I need to think a lot how to type like that. Isn't it amazing, it comes naturally for these people. HEY NO READING MY PAST POSTS. STOP IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-5893815776384836020?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/5893815776384836020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=5893815776384836020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5893815776384836020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5893815776384836020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-5658364539911633753</id><published>2009-01-04T23:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:28:19.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay jeez. It's just 9 days of not posting. What's so interresting. I'm just blogging about going out with friends and nothing interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Let me sort out a few stuff going through my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number 1: BARNEY IS IMAGINARY. You know, the show where the big purple dinosaur comes to life and sings "I Love You" songs, it's like, imaginary!! Like, from the kids imagination^$$!%%TYU*%$(F^&amp;amp;)YG%&amp;amp;* I feel horribly cheated in all my eighteen years of existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2: Spring cleaning sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number 3: Ugh. Went to take bus early in the morning on the first day of the new year. Adult fare sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Number 4: Finding a job sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah well. Anyway, shopping with Kelly and Rachel with my uberific glasses that I bought from Taiwan. Cheap cheap! (Crap. I sound aunty-ish. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDb9-BBgQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Sm-AoZLsi2k/s1600-h/n678738357_1257331_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287467820198756610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDb9-BBgQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Sm-AoZLsi2k/s320/n678738357_1257331_1038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDb-navhJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Wltg3PU2cv4/s1600-h/n678738357_1257332_1372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287467831312483474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDb-navhJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Wltg3PU2cv4/s320/n678738357_1257332_1372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home and my sister decided to fool around with my glasses more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDb_CP2YYI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ZckbVl1bqbs/s1600-h/22122008084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287467838514553218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDb_CP2YYI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ZckbVl1bqbs/s320/22122008084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDdFOI1_sI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KV5uiSaFNkQ/s1600-h/22122008083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287469044297236162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDdFOI1_sI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KV5uiSaFNkQ/s320/22122008083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming! Wicked Witch Of The West. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping with Rach for Christmas presents. Yep. That thingy I'm holding is TOTALLY not mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDb-k3Tf8I/AAAAAAAAAco/q3a6CQi_EVo/s1600-h/n678738357_1280393_4825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287467830626975682" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDb-k3Tf8I/AAAAAAAAAco/q3a6CQi_EVo/s320/n678738357_1280393_4825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDg--6DIXI/AAAAAAAAAeA/vf9TQmsE8gE/s1600-h/n678738357_1280395_5540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287473335175946610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDg--6DIXI/AAAAAAAAAeA/vf9TQmsE8gE/s320/n678738357_1280395_5540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDb-wEJBvI/AAAAAAAAAcw/f4W1NMJ3r34/s1600-h/n678738357_1280396_5890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287467833633605362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDb-wEJBvI/AAAAAAAAAcw/f4W1NMJ3r34/s320/n678738357_1280396_5890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days passed then went to watch fireworks at Raffles Place with Becky and Sis and Alan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDdFgJ3IeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Rb4av4uz5kQ/s1600-h/P1090215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287469049133343202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDdFgJ3IeI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Rb4av4uz5kQ/s320/P1090215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDdFxT71QI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NieaMruuEn0/s1600-h/P1090216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287469053738996994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDdFxT71QI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NieaMruuEn0/s320/P1090216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww. Aren't they the cutest. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After fireworks stayed at Becky's house and toyed with her new toy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say hello to Mr Lemur! (Don't know what Becky calls him though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDdF7o01CI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0iy1xBTzRGo/s1600-h/P1090234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287469056510972962" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDdF7o01CI/AAAAAAAAAdY/0iy1xBTzRGo/s320/P1090234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDdGPdTLrI/AAAAAAAAAdg/KUPLmsGQLEg/s1600-h/P1090236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287469061831339698" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDdGPdTLrI/AAAAAAAAAdg/KUPLmsGQLEg/s320/P1090236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which pair of eyes is bigger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDeJvKbNqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9G2dM3YxpmY/s1600-h/P1090237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287470221393344162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDeJvKbNqI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9G2dM3YxpmY/s320/P1090237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lemur doing stunts. He can do ballet and boxing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDeKEfetTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/zkYlmXxtgPs/s1600-h/P1090239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287470227118798130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDeKEfetTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/zkYlmXxtgPs/s320/P1090239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDeKoun2yI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sVMp9wyYm6Y/s1600-h/P1090241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287470236845988642" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDeKoun2yI/AAAAAAAAAd4/sVMp9wyYm6Y/s320/P1090241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. So one goal in mind presently: find a job. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-5658364539911633753?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/5658364539911633753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=5658364539911633753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5658364539911633753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5658364539911633753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-jeez.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SWDb9-BBgQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Sm-AoZLsi2k/s72-c/n678738357_1257331_1038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-745980668492637242</id><published>2008-12-26T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:12:31.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought that lazing in my house the whole day would be perfect - something which I have never really get to do much ever since the holidays started. So I was snuggled up on the couch pillows and all - with my dog sleeping under the sofa and Batman dvd, ready to watch it and feeling uberly contented.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo boy was I wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEEZ THE DARK KNIGHT IS LIKE FREAKIN' TWISTED. I was so tramautised. And that is weird. Because people tell me I'm sick sometimes - in a morbid way. But oh mannn I wanted so badly to stop the movie when it was 1.5hours through. Cough. Although the first half an hour I was oogling at Batman. Even Wanted with its extremely coarse language and violent scenes was nowhere near the queasy and unsettling feeling I felt. Ohh the joker is goooddd. He's so twisted. So tramautised that I called my sister up from work and let off a stream of complaints on the movie - which was very good but very horrible at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody is not happy in this show. Like. No happy emotions whatsoever. Yeah, I prefer my movies happy with happy endings. Yeah. Happy with glowing, radiant faces. Not darky-stern-serious-ominous looks. Okay. Whining now - outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-745980668492637242?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/745980668492637242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=745980668492637242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/745980668492637242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/745980668492637242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-thought-that-lazing-in-my-house-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1760168653811687641</id><published>2008-12-20T11:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:49:10.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally back from Taiwan. It was superb and all. The food was amazing minus smelly tofu. Scenery was awesoome too. Haha, so basically before I left there were more outings with friends and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ktv with Lydia and Yanping somewhere in November I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxmc7NAF2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/IHzuI--gt5c/s1600-h/P1020073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281709110113343330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxmc7NAF2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/IHzuI--gt5c/s320/P1020073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxmcrfth3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/ie5UNYcrmEc/s1600-h/P1020075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281709105896851314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxmcrfth3I/AAAAAAAAAcI/ie5UNYcrmEc/s320/P1020075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxmcXS17nI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7q2tSYrrylE/s1600-h/P1020077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281709100474166898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxmcXS17nI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7q2tSYrrylE/s320/P1020077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanping's like. So totally into the song. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxmbx1kiLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/z7MQJy233PY/s1600-h/P1020078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281709090419280050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxmbx1kiLI/AAAAAAAAAb4/z7MQJy233PY/s320/P1020078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was taken by Lydia. Er. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxmbuPmZoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LycDDs_g7ys/s1600-h/P1020089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281709089454712450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxmbuPmZoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LycDDs_g7ys/s320/P1020089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia's totally in love with them. I'm alright. Haha, as long as the 4th member is not in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then like two weeks ago I went shopping with Kelly and Keechen. Walked at Vivo and finally decided to go Teo Heng to sing Ktv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bus ride back to Bedok Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxk3xkOANI/AAAAAAAAAbA/SRfu4AO5Lc8/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281707372359581906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxk3xkOANI/AAAAAAAAAbA/SRfu4AO5Lc8/s320/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sooooo not an emoing picture okay. Can't you see. It's simply JUST CALLED looking out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxk3xg3sNI/AAAAAAAAAa4/GAN79fXHVkQ/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281707372345536722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxk3xg3sNI/AAAAAAAAAa4/GAN79fXHVkQ/s320/00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our rings! Wish there wasn't like. Pink in every ring though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxk3XyPj9I/AAAAAAAAAaw/lo32rC0A57o/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281707365439082450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxk3XyPj9I/AAAAAAAAAaw/lo32rC0A57o/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxkce_x_eI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PNcxOmFDnf8/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706903518445026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxkce_x_eI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PNcxOmFDnf8/s320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxkcFTU6TI/AAAAAAAAAaI/oMGV7FwhIYE/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706896621103410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxkcFTU6TI/AAAAAAAAAaI/oMGV7FwhIYE/s320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxkc1-MJPI/AAAAAAAAAag/4fet7HVbhbY/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706909685785842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxkc1-MJPI/AAAAAAAAAag/4fet7HVbhbY/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxkdFMqo-I/AAAAAAAAAao/byn8__H8yDo/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706913773036514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxkdFMqo-I/AAAAAAAAAao/byn8__H8yDo/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxkck1GM7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZCoHgiC4XTc/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706905084244914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxkck1GM7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/ZCoHgiC4XTc/s320/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah we totally think spastic poses rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for primary school class gathering last week for dinner at Fish&amp;amp;Co. I was soooooo thrilled. Half the class turned up. I guess the credit goes to the organiser huh. HAHAHAH. cough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjywVuPdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/tGZ0DbeQcx8/s1600-h/n653161674_2241099_5211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706186619370962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjywVuPdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/tGZ0DbeQcx8/s320/n653161674_2241099_5211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From right, Sherilyn, Dunno Who, Kenny, Mervyn, Ding geng &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjyiZR6lI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XumG6vti_Cs/s1600-h/n653161674_2241096_4613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706182876195410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjyiZR6lI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/XumG6vti_Cs/s320/n653161674_2241096_4613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjocMOUGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Br0lwIIk4G0/s1600-h/n653161674_2241109_7328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706009412128866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjocMOUGI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Br0lwIIk4G0/s320/n653161674_2241109_7328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjoBNbesI/AAAAAAAAAZg/k4KGo8tf99Y/s1600-h/n653161674_2241105_6445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706002169428674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjoBNbesI/AAAAAAAAAZg/k4KGo8tf99Y/s320/n653161674_2241105_6445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hui Yi, Sherilyn and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjoJB0OsI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yBOQQY44TuQ/s1600-h/n653161674_2241106_6670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281706004268202690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjoJB0OsI/AAAAAAAAAZo/yBOQQY44TuQ/s320/n653161674_2241106_6670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Jian Wen is like gloating in this photo but disguising his gloat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjnzmHeBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OYBhS7JMpxg/s1600-h/n653161674_2241100_5416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281705998514878482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjnzmHeBI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/OYBhS7JMpxg/s320/n653161674_2241100_5416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class photo minus Yannping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjn1zJHBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XM_FEByFq0Q/s1600-h/n653161674_2241102_5821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281705999106382866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxjn1zJHBI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XM_FEByFq0Q/s320/n653161674_2241102_5821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all that kinda wraps up my activities minus Taiwan trip. I'm sooo happy to be home - that I'm going to love staying at home these past few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1760168653811687641?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1760168653811687641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1760168653811687641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1760168653811687641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1760168653811687641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-finally-back-from-taiwan.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SUxmc7NAF2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/IHzuI--gt5c/s72-c/P1020073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-5942613547844575865</id><published>2008-12-06T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T23:41:01.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nicholas TCY are you reading this I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; wanna KILL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YOUUUUUUU&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt; I don't and will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NEVERRRRR&lt;/span&gt; look like her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NEVERRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Sniffles came and has been visiting for days. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt;. He brought Mr. Cough along too. And they have been resurfacing at totally the wrong times. Like when I was eating at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rach's&lt;/span&gt; mum's restaurant. Or when I was vehemently denying I have a flu to my mother. Gahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I realised autograph books are LIFESAVERS. Especially when you are planning primary school class gathering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-5942613547844575865?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/5942613547844575865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=5942613547844575865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5942613547844575865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/5942613547844575865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/12/nicholas-are-you-reading-this-i-soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-4378420095360536999</id><published>2008-12-01T18:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:03:01.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my voice is SOOOOO SEXAEEE</title><content type='html'>Last week was pratically phototaking week. Being busy is the best. So while my fellow schoolmates are preparing for their prom currently - today, sniff - I shall just just- post photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was last Thursday? Me and Amandaahh went Orchard shopping. And some people only finished their Bio on that day. Hee hee. Okay. Cough. Before someone whacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPEuuKwPZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xzqn9s6acd4/s1600-h/poh_010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274775895527144850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPEuuKwPZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xzqn9s6acd4/s320/poh_010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPEvAU3NEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VBnmkC_ZYkY/s1600-h/poh_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPEvAU3NEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VBnmkC_ZYkY/s1600-h/poh_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274775900401382466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPEvAU3NEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/VBnmkC_ZYkY/s320/poh_013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPEv8SyCTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/L9TES5Dgd34/s1600-h/poh_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274775916498782514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPEv8SyCTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/L9TES5Dgd34/s320/poh_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my majorly uberly seriously totally auntish dear friends came over for MAJONG last Wednesday. MWAHAHAHAHA. Photos only show the 3 of us because Regina left half way and Becky couldn't make it =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're watching Channel V and posing stupidly. Actually we spent most of our afternoons watching Lollipop and the Hei Se MM and all those nonsensical shows. Don't even ask me why I was watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPG5IRK7OI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VNVWAQ2cHQM/s1600-h/IMG_1606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274778273355328738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPG5IRK7OI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VNVWAQ2cHQM/s320/IMG_1606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPG54e8d0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DQzGUEa7V9Q/s1600-h/IMG_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274778286298003266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPG54e8d0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/DQzGUEa7V9Q/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPG6eqLC6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/9RrHipAYV9U/s1600-h/IMG_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274778296545643426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPG6eqLC6I/AAAAAAAAAYY/9RrHipAYV9U/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPG6u002VI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1ZX_6CLLN8U/s1600-h/IMG_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274778300885293394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPG6u002VI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1ZX_6CLLN8U/s320/IMG_1610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPJiU7VidI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WJUyYqiCuX4/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781180151302610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPJiU7VidI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WJUyYqiCuX4/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPJh9egemI/AAAAAAAAAYw/6BF8XhoF1YY/s1600-h/IMG_1613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781173856369250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPJh9egemI/AAAAAAAAAYw/6BF8XhoF1YY/s320/IMG_1613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPG67nL_lI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FB0E_ogqIhc/s1600-h/IMG_1612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274778304317750866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPG67nL_lI/AAAAAAAAAYo/FB0E_ogqIhc/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPJi6ugW7I/AAAAAAAAAZA/FnGZwXS2R0k/s1600-h/IMG_1617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781190298033074" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPJi6ugW7I/AAAAAAAAAZA/FnGZwXS2R0k/s320/IMG_1617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPJjS4lISI/AAAAAAAAAZI/CUxrduSVq6g/s1600-h/IMG_1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274781196782739746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPJjS4lISI/AAAAAAAAAZI/CUxrduSVq6g/s320/IMG_1623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played majong until 3am would have continued actually - but Kelly had to start work for her Sitex fair so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Expo to find Kelly in the late morning. You know what's weird. It was like 11plus am, and there were already ALOT of people at the fair. It's like - all these people have Thursdays as off days or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked round and KC saw many of her friends and we finally found Kellyzhu with Yunzhi and I think she kenna con like siao. The salary I mean. HAHA. So when all of us settled down somewhere, Kelly's council friends came over to join us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPFZV2_wJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fCetvfwUpxI/s1600-h/GetAttachment1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274776627736199314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPFZV2_wJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/fCetvfwUpxI/s320/GetAttachment1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPFZr9UHXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Fb6bXgX0rcU/s1600-h/GetAttachment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274776633668279666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPFZr9UHXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Fb6bXgX0rcU/s320/GetAttachment2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Rachel! (Jeez, why does it remind me of the Pokemon cartoon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPFaCXEHuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/n4qu-RwBTK0/s1600-h/GetAttachment4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274776639681863394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPFaCXEHuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/n4qu-RwBTK0/s320/GetAttachment4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha Kelly so tired of standing. I'm so tired of walking around. KC is soo tired - she doen't even want to look at the camera. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPFapXKlII/AAAAAAAAAYA/nhicYEnhhiI/s1600-h/GetAttachment7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274776650151269506" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPFapXKlII/AAAAAAAAAYA/nhicYEnhhiI/s320/GetAttachment7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPFaVu7oDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iiP4jxiGVrE/s1600-h/GetAttachment5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274776644882243634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPFaVu7oDI/AAAAAAAAAX4/iiP4jxiGVrE/s320/GetAttachment5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo. Yi Hao left already. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Mum gave us this soup to drink during the weekends supposingly to clear toxins. Ha! It gave the whole family sore throats. Powerful stuff. My voice is now several octaves lower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I went to the Sitex thingy again on sunday and bought my iTouch. LOVEEEE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-4378420095360536999?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/4378420095360536999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=4378420095360536999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4378420095360536999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4378420095360536999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-voice-is-sooooo-sexaeee.html' title='my voice is SOOOOO SEXAEEE'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/STPEuuKwPZI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xzqn9s6acd4/s72-c/poh_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-6752567732557502960</id><published>2008-11-26T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:54:06.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sooo hungry and since I'm waiting&lt;em&gt; patiently&lt;/em&gt; for Kee Chen to buy back dinner so I decide that after failing to keep myself occupied by watching dramas -I'll probably just blog about. Stuff. While I try not to think about the stuff she's buying. Like stingray. And grilled chicken wings And AND AND AND...!! Haha. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Nevermind. I'll find some other thing to occupy my time while my DEAR friends come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-6752567732557502960?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/6752567732557502960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=6752567732557502960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6752567732557502960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/6752567732557502960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-sooo-hungry-and-since-im-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-4281036920933811284</id><published>2008-11-20T22:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:24:34.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my 333th post!!!! Haha. No who says I'm counting. Since I predict I'm going to be stuck in the study room for quite some time, as in I have no choice.. I'll just kill time by posting long long ago photos. Like. Many, many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. First up photos sooo long. I don't even know when these were taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWKMNU8akI/AAAAAAAAAWY/W6UJTiQk00s/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270770881247603266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWKMNU8akI/AAAAAAAAAWY/W6UJTiQk00s/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey stupid mirror water streaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWKNsMF1rI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XQyf-RJVTHg/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270770906711840434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWKNsMF1rI/AAAAAAAAAW4/XQyf-RJVTHg/s320/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiling's signature pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWKMXJNw4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/yxHyMI4GQCc/s1600-h/DSC00598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270770883882763138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWKMXJNw4I/AAAAAAAAAWg/yxHyMI4GQCc/s320/DSC00598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us looking longingly at the other side of the turnstile. Okay so it was only me and Jintian was posing happily for the cam. Sadly it wasn't open and we had to walk the loonggg way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWKM61qVJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/fx9ZHLND40g/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270770893464425618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWKM61qVJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/fx9ZHLND40g/s320/DSC00601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. I don't even know why we posed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWKNXo976I/AAAAAAAAAWw/elzu5ATrwWA/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270770901195812770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWKNXo976I/AAAAAAAAAWw/elzu5ATrwWA/s320/DSC00603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor why they posed there either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWLt9pgtFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bbSBGx-8JTM/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270772560666080338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWLt9pgtFI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bbSBGx-8JTM/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our prettaee shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so then these are taken when we surprised Amanda during her birthday. Which was like. Early October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWGxWRQFfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/f-vfARxoIGg/s1600-h/DSC01595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270767121256682994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWGxWRQFfI/AAAAAAAAAWI/f-vfARxoIGg/s320/DSC01595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWGxuXsEXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Q8AW8OnCYJo/s1600-h/DSC01592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270767127726133618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWGxuXsEXI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Q8AW8OnCYJo/s320/DSC01592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWEViu6Q5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/E0_IForevN8/s1600-h/DSC01624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270764444542714770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWEViu6Q5I/AAAAAAAAAWA/E0_IForevN8/s320/DSC01624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWEVZL7BzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-CrurPw8JAk/s1600-h/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270764441980045106" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWEVZL7BzI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-CrurPw8JAk/s320/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this!!!! So pretty!! If you see carefully, the brownish night sky can be seen among the shadow of trees on the upper right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWEUzx6TlI/AAAAAAAAAVw/l0U-QnVvBuQ/s1600-h/DSC01641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270764431938834002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWEUzx6TlI/AAAAAAAAAVw/l0U-QnVvBuQ/s320/DSC01641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty night sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWEUBRU2uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mfO4guc2p3w/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270764418380389090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWEUBRU2uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mfO4guc2p3w/s320/DSC01645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right: Me, Tan Wei, Amanda, Yingmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWET5kn15I/AAAAAAAAAVg/73dn6Dx7vjg/s1600-h/DSC01660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270764416313841554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWET5kn15I/AAAAAAAAAVg/73dn6Dx7vjg/s320/DSC01660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Tired and acting like drunkkard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWBagxRp6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/fm9t8h1Byxg/s1600-h/DSC01654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270761231380228002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWBagxRp6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/fm9t8h1Byxg/s320/DSC01654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWBaTtrkcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7kY6n827U4g/s1600-h/DSC01656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270761227875488194" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWBaTtrkcI/AAAAAAAAAVI/7kY6n827U4g/s320/DSC01656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLLPPP!!!! I'm a victim of.. of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWBZotg_zI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Plb5f-efFTw/s1600-h/DSC01746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270761216332070706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWBZotg_zI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Plb5f-efFTw/s320/DSC01746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWBY92qNUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/4JBepIcuyZQ/s1600-h/DSC01766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270761204827698498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWBY92qNUI/AAAAAAAAAU4/4JBepIcuyZQ/s320/DSC01766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. We took so many photos and I was like, let's take stupid poses. And Huiling was like NEVER!! I want all my photos to be perfect. Well, yeah explains only me and Kah mun's stupid poses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWBYbaOeEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vs0GDW0FAa8/s1600-h/DSC01774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270761195581634626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWBYbaOeEI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vs0GDW0FAa8/s320/DSC01774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWCJ6zysXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nG8N0KbWMl4/s1600-h/DSC01784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270762045823955314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWCJ6zysXI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nG8N0KbWMl4/s320/DSC01784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay next up are photos taken during Graduation Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in a normal day at the canteen, we are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV_ce7e6_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/1otU7gbhDH8/s1600-h/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270759066222652402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV_ce7e6_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/1otU7gbhDH8/s320/DSC01926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV_cCaHa6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7OJ-f8eVPwY/s1600-h/DSC01925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270759058566507426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV_cCaHa6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/7OJ-f8eVPwY/s320/DSC01925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV_bh6hnoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Eif4-n3-Ins/s1600-h/DSC01924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270759049844072066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV_bh6hnoI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Eif4-n3-Ins/s320/DSC01924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Somemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV_c4Wg3YI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pcS7vjQOVFM/s1600-h/DSC01927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270759073046912386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV_c4Wg3YI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pcS7vjQOVFM/s320/DSC01927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sigh. JT. Only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV9PMALu8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/gJBiAmScE4k/s1600-h/DSC01983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270756638780537794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV9PMALu8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/gJBiAmScE4k/s320/DSC01983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV9Op1FFEI/AAAAAAAAATw/lB_VhQv2nD0/s1600-h/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270756629607158850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV9Op1FFEI/AAAAAAAAATw/lB_VhQv2nD0/s320/DSC01980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. What the?! This is too good not to upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV9PXCtN3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Km4HOylwL2M/s1600-h/DSC01986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270756641743910770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV9PXCtN3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/Km4HOylwL2M/s320/DSC01986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah not again Jt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV9OWk3TgI/AAAAAAAAATo/I-wyteL4fbg/s1600-h/DSC01950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270756624438873602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV9OWk3TgI/AAAAAAAAATo/I-wyteL4fbg/s320/DSC01950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. The one and only unique pin design.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Model: Lo Hui Jun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV9Ofjo9VI/AAAAAAAAATg/0XFZydGhqTc/s1600-h/DSC01949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270756626849658194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSV9Ofjo9VI/AAAAAAAAATg/0XFZydGhqTc/s320/DSC01949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the whole class - though by the time it was too late to take a class photo after graduation because people already disappeared by then =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So this end my humongous photo post.&lt;br /&gt;Just random stuff but. I soo LOVE CHUCK!!!! SEASON 2 IS DA BOMMBBB! Seriously. Maybe it even matches up with Supernatural. Since there's Chuck and Casey *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self: NEVER buy any more Sony E. phones. It's screwy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-4281036920933811284?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/4281036920933811284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=4281036920933811284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4281036920933811284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/4281036920933811284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-my-333th-post-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SSWKMNU8akI/AAAAAAAAAWY/W6UJTiQk00s/s72-c/DSC00619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-2492824747622457793</id><published>2008-11-18T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:08:19.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So tell me darling do you wish we'd fall in love?</title><content type='html'>It hurts when people call you an invalid. In my opinion its pretty low, lower than someone calling you a bitch. I mean invalid makes you sound hopeless and I don't know! Helpless? Bitch at least, makes you sound like you have an attitude and a mind of your own right! Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least I have my dear friends talking to me right now and it instantly makes me feel sooo much better. And seriously - if another person is telling me that his/her plans for a holiday will be going to some western country like Europe or USA - I'll probably call that person up and shriek, scream whatever- in his/her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, the holidays have come and I now find back being stuck to my usual position - being some organiser for gatherings once again. I guess some things won't change, at least not for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-2492824747622457793?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/2492824747622457793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=2492824747622457793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2492824747622457793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2492824747622457793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-hurts-when-people-call-you-and.html' title='So tell me darling do you wish we&apos;d fall in love?'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-7879608717861819028</id><published>2008-11-14T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:30:17.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I reckon I came home way way too early for my last day of dreadful exams. I'm just going to post utter nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like bore you to death with what I wanna do during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Okay. Obviously, SHOPPINGG!!! Mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;-Majong. Until I concuss.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to have highlights. *grin* Probably in green. But you will know if the dye job turns out crap cause I won't come out of house after that.&lt;br /&gt;-Earn some green. Or rather some blues, orange or even brown would be nice. Hur like dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dying for an iTouch. Who wants the phone when it has problems anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we went over to this Japanese buffet at Marina Square. Which was so NOT worth it. 27+ for un-fantastic food. Uncool much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat by the river.&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat in Esplanade. And gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow. It doesnt really feel its the end of the nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post photos soon. I hope. When Amanda *hints* send them to me. And yeah  you class-clique people. I'll send over the stuffipromisetosendsoon cough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-7879608717861819028?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/7879608717861819028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=7879608717861819028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7879608717861819028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7879608717861819028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-i-reckon-i-came-home-way-way-too.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-2116810851235963415</id><published>2008-11-13T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:06:28.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it’s shit what you do and it sucks what you play</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow's the last paper. I wonder, am I really going to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-2116810851235963415?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/2116810851235963415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=2116810851235963415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2116810851235963415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2116810851235963415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-shit-what-you-do-and-it-sucks-what.html' title='it’s shit what you do and it sucks what you play'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-2519899775739155168</id><published>2008-10-24T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:22:45.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreams are weird right. But the dream or rather -  nightmare that I had the day before tops all for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at war with this bunch of anti-technology people. And one came up to me. I was clutching this small rake in my hand. She wanted to attack me. So I stabbed the mini-rake in her eye. But instead of screaming and going away, she said calmly in this quiet American accent "Don't do that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared and somehow another fork came into my hand and I stabbed her in the other eye. With that I tore into her vertically down. Instead of blood and all. It's just. Squishy white stuffing that's pouring out. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;She continued "It makes me feel like gasping. Then it makes me feel like itching. It's near my heart and then BOOM BOOM BOOM its gone"&lt;br /&gt;She said finished just as I tore her heart out and a light in her extinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the freakiest of dreams?!! Like. I know dreams are part of your thoughts and all. But where had all that stuff come from! And now come to think of it when I write it down it sounds funny and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered everything vividly because I had bolted out of bed and started scribbling about this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. And this isnt my usual nightmare. Weird weird. Must be the stress factor. It's tempering my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-2519899775739155168?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/2519899775739155168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=2519899775739155168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2519899775739155168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/2519899775739155168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreams-are-weird-right.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-198237215739533475</id><published>2008-10-19T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:16:02.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found out that if you're really really stress. Everyday is an unhappy day and you really want to go and throttle every person who you pass by.. well hur. Just drink alcohol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much like an idiot that you get a hangover the next morning duh. I drank a measly bottle of 5%alcohol and was already giggling and giggling away and humming out midsomer murder songs. Ironic. But after that I feel happier I guess. Huh. Now I get it why people drown their sorrows in alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Not encouraging those under 18 (cough) to drink! That means you slam dunk rocks. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw girl code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-198237215739533475?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/198237215739533475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=198237215739533475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/198237215739533475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/198237215739533475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-found-out-that-if-youre-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1996273183936700270</id><published>2008-10-12T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:01:25.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes. I even wonder why I have a Friendster account.&lt;br /&gt;It takes ages to load and I have been furiously trying to delete this comment that sounds advertorial. Like. WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANNA KNOW HOW TO WIN CASH ON MY COMMENT BOX HUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this thing with strangers. I'm sorry if under the "who i wanna meet" I typed friendly people. That profile was not edited like eons ago. So I get very wary when a message pops up saying people added me. One look at their profile confirms any suspicions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you look at the number of friends they have. It's probably in hundreds. Manybe 3oo and above. Then look at the type of friends they have. Like 80% are teenage females desperately angling themselves such that their eyes look huge and what's that word? Oh. &lt;em&gt;Kawaii-e.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally scroll to their comments and you'll see things like "Tks fer the add!!" or probably more like "hii.. thank euu, how ol are u? moii ishh 5 yrs oldd. lubb euu" and there's the "hihi intro?"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. Okay so maybe not exactly like that but something along the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you look at their photos, amused and trying to see who's the stranger who adds you but all you see are photos of everything under the sun but the person himself. Or so blurred you can't even tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez. Do adding a lot of girls give them some kind of male ego pride? Like look man! Awesomee 500 over girls as friends and counting. Ooh boy am I suave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm saying it's guys cause all the weird requests are from them. And yes I'm quite feminist. Do you realise that only now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before this day is over. HAPPY BIRTHDAY REBECCA CHIA MEIMEI! Mwackks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1996273183936700270?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1996273183936700270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1996273183936700270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1996273183936700270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1996273183936700270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1934137278490873675</id><published>2008-10-06T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:50:08.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're TUMBLING downnn, we're spiralling-</title><content type='html'>I figured that once in a while, I'll just get injured. Since its left foot last year and right foot this year whatever-which-foot or a twisted wrist. It's like a curse. This time the crick in my neck is so bad I can't turn my head 90 degrees without feeling the pain. Yes it's pathetic. Maybe my Mum will force me to visit the sensei again. Stay tuned for more bloodcurdling screams.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bloodcurdling. I sat down and watched Supernatural first 2 episodes of Season 3 re-runs and feeling pretty happy afterwards. Ahh. I miss Winchester brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waay too sleep deprived. Been busy lately (get the hint already!). Very. As the saying goes, a sleep deprived and busy person is an unhappy person. And angry. And easily irritated. Haha. I just wish we can fast forward time to 14Nov. That's when my paper ends and I can laugh at others.&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Bully point for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not today.&lt;/em&gt; my face felled anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1934137278490873675?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1934137278490873675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1934137278490873675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1934137278490873675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1934137278490873675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-tumbling-downnn-were-spiralling.html' title='We&apos;re TUMBLING downnn, we&apos;re spiralling-'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-8373963347077526519</id><published>2008-10-02T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T16:35:58.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you ever wonder how come some companies, in an attempt to differentiate their products or for whatever else reason - come up with totally brainless ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gummies&lt;/span&gt; for example. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gummies&lt;/span&gt;. Gummy bears especially. I'll bite off the head first followed by the limbs and etc. They're cute squishy and well, fun to eat. So I ransacked my kitchen cupboard because I was hungry and I'll tell you why later - to find a brand new packet of gummy sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily, tore opened the cover and bit the gummy into two before I realised that it's like a gummy baby. Like babies. In the form of human looking baby candies. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GAHHH&lt;/span&gt;. Like there are gummy babies inside the packaging waiting to be eaten. Seriously, I feel like a cannibal no matter how sugary it taste or how chewy it is or the fact that its just candy. Babies are cute and squishy - but in a totally different kind of way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to why I was hungry eh. It all started this morning back in school. Amanda and me set our food on the table and went to buy drinks for the rest of the clique. So we came back with the drinks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jintian&lt;/span&gt; looked majorly pissed. Apparently the darn darn darn darn birds swooped down and peck at my plate of food. Leaving Amanda's plate untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; sad! My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stingRAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;. It ain't cheap too. Darn birds. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stubbornly&lt;/span&gt; refused to buy anything else and skipped lunch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; teach me a lesson never never leave my food unattended. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that ticked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;JinTian&lt;/span&gt; off was the fact that all the other canteen tables beside us were crowded and &lt;em&gt;nobody&lt;/em&gt; came to shoo the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mynas&lt;/span&gt; off. Come on man, it was totally impossible not to notice the table beside you has crows swooping to bite of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;stingRAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;. By the time you read this, no doubt at all, you can already guess what gender these groups near our table belong to *smirks* Guys of course.&lt;br /&gt;Useless and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; not helpful. New generation of SNAG? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BAHHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep when I reached home and I dreamt that my parents ate the salmon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gyoza&lt;/span&gt; I cooked without waiting for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;AhhHHHHHhhhhhH&lt;/span&gt;. (Salmon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gyoza&lt;/span&gt; are my two favourite food so I was really irritated) Of course there was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;problen&lt;/span&gt; with my dream. I can't cook but nevertheless! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. I was so pissed that I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wailing to my mum that I missed out on good food twice in a row today, awake or not, she's going to buy stingray for dinner. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Mum's the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-8373963347077526519?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/8373963347077526519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=8373963347077526519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8373963347077526519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/8373963347077526519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-you-ever-wonder-how-come-some.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-7861132074297228998</id><published>2008-09-25T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:04:48.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once there was a magician. He went abroad a ship and he performed magic for other people on board this ship as well. Now the captain of this ship has a parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everytime when the magician perform his magic, the parrot will always squawk from under the table from where it was hiding, revealing the magician's tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the magician hated that stupid parrot and he wanted to kill it for being a tattletale, but it was the captain's parrot after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day there was lightning and it hit the ship. It sunk and the magician hung on for his dear life onto a piece of drifting wood.&lt;br /&gt;Driting, drifting and he saw another piece of wood drifting by, and the parrot was on top of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought, now is a good chance to kill that darn bird. So as the two planks got closer, he started to reach out to grab that parrot. But the parrot cried out something and made the magician withdraw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what the parrot said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exasperated, it cried out "ALL RIGHT, all right! I give up! Where did you hide the ship?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHA funny right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gee. You guys have no sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingmin was telling Huijun, Tanwei and me this joke and I thought it was funny. But what I guessed was that the parrot had say something like "Nyah nyah! You can't catch me" and fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Yingmin insisted that the parrot was drenched as well and couldn't fly. Besides, she said. That's how the story is lah! Oh weeellll then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-7861132074297228998?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/7861132074297228998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=7861132074297228998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7861132074297228998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/7861132074297228998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/09/once-there-was-magician.html' title=''/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-1700378006409156989</id><published>2008-09-21T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:06:10.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're dead if they knew, so close your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be waiting, all that's left to do is run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a nice song that lifts your spirits&lt;br /&gt;It kinda reminds me of Twilight series which I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;And the MTV was really good.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how that guy in the MTV can have quite bad taste in finding a girlfriend in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14130174-1700378006409156989?l=absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/feeds/1700378006409156989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14130174&amp;postID=1700378006409156989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1700378006409156989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14130174/posts/default/1700378006409156989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absurd-mutterings.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-dead-if-they-knew-so-close-your.html' title='We&apos;re dead if they knew, so close your eyes'/><author><name>pohyu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239749504909752462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SZuutOpD6BI/AAAAAAAAAos/hWAh0WPsseI/S220/private.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14130174.post-5563311142944380155</id><published>2008-09-19T23:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:56:31.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm suppose to be doing my China Studies Assignment. Which is due in. Whoops. 4mins. By the time I finish posting this it'll probably be past the deadline. But then again. Don't care~!&lt;br /&gt;Skipped GP today due to major headache. But went over school during break to lug the whole oreo cheesecake cause we celebrated Janice birthday today. Although her birthday was yesterday but she didn't go school. Tsk. The cheesecake was mag, fab and da bombb man. It was soooo nice. Ah-hem me and my friends can become good housewives in the future. Yes it was homemade and it tasted of... Loveeee. HAHAHA. Okay there's no need to barf. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a very very happy person. 'Cause we just had buffet over at Merchant Court with my cousins. It's really good. There were crawfish, tons of prawns, choc fondue, etc etc. Plus gossip over coffee. Good food and gossip? Soooo satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a very satisfied person, and *cough* also not to get back to my China Studies Assignment so early, I'll just post photos eons ago to waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these were taken. Er. During National Day Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPPGaz6RWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/18mHszDl6qc/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765699999974754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPPGaz6RWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/18mHszDl6qc/s320/DSC01006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPPHPggRgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HTABg2OMfAQ/s1600-h/DSC01036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765714145658370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPPHPggRgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HTABg2OMfAQ/s320/DSC01036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the cupcakes were pretty.. Until I dumped them in my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPPJPW5_aI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aFn-d7zmhlk/s1600-h/DSC01022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765748465139106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPPJPW5_aI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aFn-d7zmhlk/s320/DSC01022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy people waiting for the celebration to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPPJYICceI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wIomHIgTS0g/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765750818697698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPPJYICceI/AAAAAAAAAMo/wIomHIgTS0g/s320/DSC01014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPPJ_4SQZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KCXdyuzqZP4/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765761490043282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPPJ_4SQZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/KCXdyuzqZP4/s320/DSC01108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright Nick. Choose your captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPRNZX3byI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tqrc1C6J-Cs/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247768018896252706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPRNZX3byI/AAAAAAAAAM4/tqrc1C6J-Cs/s320/DSC01102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group photo. While we were screaming out National Day songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were taken during Class Phototaking. After that everyone kinda got into the mood and we carried on taking loads of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPTCNyCn8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/2Opo390RSA4/s1600-h/DSC00981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247770025829507010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPTCNyCn8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/2Opo390RSA4/s320/DSC00981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPRNyNbNZI/AAAAAAAAANA/KvObXhDvTL8/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247768025563346322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPRNyNbNZI/AAAAAAAAANA/KvObXhDvTL8/s320/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with our Civics Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPROPdfz-I/AAAAAAAAANI/QgKkaHzJOxI/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247768033415385058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPROPdfz-I/AAAAAAAAANI/QgKkaHzJOxI/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPTB19_1HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oZPIMs_6xf8/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247770019437204594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPTB19_1HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/oZPIMs_6xf8/s320/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a nice photo.&lt;br /&gt;If only Ms Peh were to look into the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPRORAhRbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mXm8Z6RAUOM/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247768033830716850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPRORAhRbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mXm8Z6RAUOM/s320/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. Bi3 shi4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPROsj3efI/AAAAAAAAANY/cY4rUT-JsJE/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247768041226729970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPROsj3efI/AAAAAAAAANY/cY4rUT-JsJE/s320/DSC00938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. I'm a person who doesn't believe in violence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247770003996199586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPTA8ckyqI/AAAAAAAAANg/24_p9kYe2XA/s320/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK I'm SO TALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPTBNp3peI/AAAAAAAAANo/rdk_zErCj4M/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247770008615364066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPTBNp3peI/AAAAAAAAANo/rdk_zErCj4M/s320/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPTBZmPcVI/AAAAAAAAANw/qRnWI7-n8KU/s1600-h/DSC00954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247770011821371730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIS9Zbz3ZfI/SNPTBZmPcVI/AAAAAAAAANw/qRnWI7-n8KU/s320/DSC00954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I'm so stressed that I went to snip off my fringe a lil. Like. on impulse and just whacked my hair. Looks better now. 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