<?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-34054029</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:53:17.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you remember me tomorrow?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-6625262429006069549</id><published>2007-05-04T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:20:48.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall do this post on my clique entirely its a combined post of many many outings [of which i have never posted online] at a go.pictures are bolder then words and can be etched deeper in our memory and wedged deeper in our psyche. here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle leong as usual the auntie with the orbiang clip on her hair.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtm95F4K4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/qm9qVVK5UTc/s1600-h/michelle%27s+clip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtm95F4K4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/qm9qVVK5UTc/s320/michelle%27s+clip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060751819764411266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to this restaurant called the hong kong something something in town, cineleisure.its new i think. and we resumed our talking there. and we were fooling around with the camera. first to get caught was bernice.look at her daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops she saw the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtie5F4KiI/AAAAAAAAARU/JUB1GuJuhMw/s1600-h/MuahChee007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtie5F4KiI/AAAAAAAAARU/JUB1GuJuhMw/s320/MuahChee007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060746889141955106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she  decided to be brave and sporting enough to smile at the lens. while yujia continues her absolut ranting on the phone.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtiFpF4KfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/n6CbNI5nZDo/s1600-h/MuahChee004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtiFpF4KfI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/n6CbNI5nZDo/s320/MuahChee004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060746455350258162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bernice decides not to inform yujia the angsana and tells yitian :"eh dont make a fool out of yourself. the camera is on us" she whispers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjthpZF4KeI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JR47bBLbycg/s1600-h/MuahChee003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjthpZF4KeI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JR47bBLbycg/s320/MuahChee003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060745970018953698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they decide to dedicate this pose to the blog while yujia still continues on the phone. that talkative bird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtipJF4KjI/AAAAAAAAARc/XuH81-W2EDw/s1600-h/MuahChee008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtipJF4KjI/AAAAAAAAARc/XuH81-W2EDw/s320/MuahChee008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060747065235614258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she FINALLY realised and it dawned on her that the camera was on her all the while! shocked she was.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtiQpF4KgI/AAAAAAAAARE/z-RvVOIEWF4/s1600-h/MuahChee005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtiQpF4KgI/AAAAAAAAARE/z-RvVOIEWF4/s320/MuahChee005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060746644328819202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she wasn't exactly brave and she declared a lens war!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtjuJF4KnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LXCO1z9aDVI/s1600-h/MuahChee012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtjuJF4KnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LXCO1z9aDVI/s320/MuahChee012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060748250646588018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first shot she took was.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtkFpF4KpI/AAAAAAAAASM/ool1vvVtABc/s1600-h/MuahChee014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtkFpF4KpI/AAAAAAAAASM/ool1vvVtABc/s320/MuahChee014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060748654373513874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noelle!who responded in a rather queer manner..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtloZF4KvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OlWzsPrtA_8/s1600-h/noelle+looks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtloZF4KvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/OlWzsPrtA_8/s320/noelle+looks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060750350885595890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she decides to ask for bernice opinion is this was a shot to fame for noelle&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtja5F4KmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/RxLlZQUN5f0/s1600-h/MuahChee011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtja5F4KmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/RxLlZQUN5f0/s320/MuahChee011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060747919934106210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the 'judge' could not decide if it was meant to be comical or comical.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjthfZF4KdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/69LdoQwB9Nc/s1600-h/MuahChee002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjthfZF4KdI/AAAAAAAAAQs/69LdoQwB9Nc/s320/MuahChee002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060745798220261842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at last yujia simmered down and  came in for a picture. yujia/bernice/yitian&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtmypF4K3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/wu1S7qnZ_z0/s1600-h/yubertian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtmypF4K3I/AAAAAAAAAT8/wu1S7qnZ_z0/s320/yubertian.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060751626490882930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile denise was bored and so very bored that she starts to play with the air in her mouth&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtj-ZF4KoI/AAAAAAAAASE/snfIpXVaXs8/s1600-h/MuahChee013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtj-ZF4KoI/AAAAAAAAASE/snfIpXVaXs8/s320/MuahChee013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060748529819462274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i entertained her with the little cam which isn't really on course..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjti5ZF4KkI/AAAAAAAAARk/ryXLvtQ5GeY/s1600-h/MuahChee009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjti5ZF4KkI/AAAAAAAAARk/ryXLvtQ5GeY/s320/MuahChee009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060747344408488514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so yujia decides to be the pro photographer and shoots us both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtgcZF4KWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0NCYa2XbB28/s1600-h/denval.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtgcZF4KWI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0NCYa2XbB28/s320/denval.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060744647169026402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noelle decides to join in and so yujia declared that everyone must follow noelle so she won't feel left out. so this is how noelle usually looks like..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtl75F4KxI/AAAAAAAAATM/Axx_zOslT4s/s1600-h/spas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtl75F4KxI/AAAAAAAAATM/Axx_zOslT4s/s320/spas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060750685893045010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the food arrived and went down our tummies..so in celebration. we took a picture which was much effort for i was constantly mutually excluded from the picture. how smart thy cam is that i want to dip it in the waters of no return&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtg6pF4KZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ldfPM43_6hA/s1600-h/group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtg6pF4KZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/ldfPM43_6hA/s320/group.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060745166860069266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then ordered desserts..Mango delight i think!it was really good. here was how it looked before we 'attacked' it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtmHZF4KyI/AAAAAAAAATU/3UKpunj0JQs/s1600-h/starting+of+ice+mango.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtmHZF4KyI/AAAAAAAAATU/3UKpunj0JQs/s320/starting+of+ice+mango.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060750883461540642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yujia decides to play with her food and made a monster figure out of it.can you spot it?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtmepF4K0I/AAAAAAAAATk/pNaq0UNlOdA/s1600-h/the+monster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtmepF4K0I/AAAAAAAAATk/pNaq0UNlOdA/s320/the+monster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060751282893499202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was then reduced to liquid state and noelle yitian michelle bernice finished one platter by their own.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtgf5F4KXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OFXrx6Kr-iw/s1600-h/end+product.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtgf5F4KXI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OFXrx6Kr-iw/s320/end+product.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060744707298568562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon noelle finished her share and started fiddling with the camera&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtjBJF4KlI/AAAAAAAAARs/ac_2J7_fmNY/s1600-h/MuahChee010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtjBJF4KlI/AAAAAAAAARs/ac_2J7_fmNY/s320/MuahChee010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060747477552474706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but her real motive was the ice mango.........so anticipated...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtiYpF4KhI/AAAAAAAAARM/ecuzoknl0wo/s1600-h/MuahChee006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtiYpF4KhI/AAAAAAAAARM/ecuzoknl0wo/s320/MuahChee006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060746781767772690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mango delight was too much for our belly..it was pretty huge and nice to eat just that we were cold and still eating cold items..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtc3pF4KSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/R7NqAoUlvfc/s1600-h/MuahChee001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtc3pF4KSI/AAAAAAAAAPU/R7NqAoUlvfc/s320/MuahChee001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060740717273950498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to prevent noelle from touching the ice mango in our group, bernice tried a  joke which required much attention&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtkM5F4KqI/AAAAAAAAASU/StrEk7XJRqo/s1600-h/MuahChee016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtkM5F4KqI/AAAAAAAAASU/StrEk7XJRqo/s320/MuahChee016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060748778927565474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which caught yitian's attention instead of noelle's who was continuously staring at the ice mango&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtkWJF4KrI/AAAAAAAAASc/0SBnBgSaA-o/s1600-h/MuahChee017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtkWJF4KrI/AAAAAAAAASc/0SBnBgSaA-o/s320/MuahChee017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060748937841355442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bernice decides to concentrate on eating the mango first&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtkepF4KsI/AAAAAAAAASk/5KVmaBFwDkE/s1600-h/MuahChee018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtkepF4KsI/AAAAAAAAASk/5KVmaBFwDkE/s320/MuahChee018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060749083870243522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came THE bill.first yitian does mental calculation and counted that we were $4 short&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtmvZF4K2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/g9R7YIaO-lY/s1600-h/yitian%27s+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtmvZF4K2I/AAAAAAAAAT0/g9R7YIaO-lY/s320/yitian%27s+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060751570656308066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however bernice denies and say its $4! which was what yitian said..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtgUJF4KUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rNzqk2xPMAQ/s1600-h/bernice+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtgUJF4KUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/rNzqk2xPMAQ/s320/bernice+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060744505435105602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she submitted and went on to counting the remaining cents we had..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtmTpF4KzI/AAAAAAAAATc/sFjXrmt6ZKk/s1600-h/the+money.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtmTpF4KzI/AAAAAAAAATc/sFjXrmt6ZKk/s320/the+money.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060751093914938162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we  travelled to taka and manage to taka picture with help fro passer by. but it was not an enjoyable experience as literally everyone was starting at our picture taking session.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtlu5F4KwI/AAAAAAAAATE/B9acsyGKIBc/s1600-h/outside+taka.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtlu5F4KwI/AAAAAAAAATE/B9acsyGKIBc/s320/outside+taka.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060750462554745602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise toes cramped in the midst of the picture&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtgY5F4KVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/emhEKMlfQEQ/s1600-h/denise%27s+cramped+toe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtgY5F4KVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/emhEKMlfQEQ/s320/denise%27s+cramped+toe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060744587039484242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the conclusion of the trip which didn't turn out nice at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtg25F4KYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3kNal6DsTO4/s1600-h/ghastly+conclusion.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtg25F4KYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/3kNal6DsTO4/s320/ghastly+conclusion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060745102435559810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second attempt. whereby everyone was not aware at all...except me..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtmn5F4K1I/AAAAAAAAATs/1PSZpr_s3ig/s1600-h/unconcluded.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtmn5F4K1I/AAAAAAAAATs/1PSZpr_s3ig/s320/unconcluded.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060751441807289170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally one full group picture. still some missing here and there but they will come back soon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjthOZF4KaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/eUy-41W8e4s/s1600-h/last+time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjthOZF4KaI/AAAAAAAAAQU/eUy-41W8e4s/s320/last+time.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060745506162485666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took the mrt with hweeyi bernice and denise..hweeyi looks like she's jealous ain't it.haha!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtlW5F4KtI/AAAAAAAAASs/aJk_AMS6Q8Q/s1600-h/MuahChee019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtlW5F4KtI/AAAAAAAAASs/aJk_AMS6Q8Q/s320/MuahChee019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060750050237885138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i spotted this dirty old man staring at denise..ew..spot him..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtlkJF4KuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/o88ju-3nUvc/s1600-h/MuahChee020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtlkJF4KuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/o88ju-3nUvc/s320/MuahChee020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060750277871151842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these are the other outings we had. but interesting too.enjoy looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjta85F4KRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/e9fc6x-zfwM/s1600-h/noellevalme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjta85F4KRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/e9fc6x-zfwM/s320/noellevalme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060738608445008146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtaJpF4KQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zJM_OHzuRso/s1600-h/mevalnoelleee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtaJpF4KQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/zJM_OHzuRso/s320/mevalnoelleee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060737727976712450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtZcpF4KPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jOwxffiCgWI/s1600-h/wisma+food+republic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjtZcpF4KPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/jOwxffiCgWI/s320/wisma+food+republic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060736954882599154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the next post it shall be on the unglam shots i have in my computer..HEH HEH HEH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-6625262429006069549?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/6625262429006069549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=6625262429006069549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/6625262429006069549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/6625262429006069549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-shall-do-this-post-on-my-clique.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjtm95F4K4I/AAAAAAAAAUE/qm9qVVK5UTc/s72-c/michelle%27s+clip.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-8678342865661337911</id><published>2007-05-02T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:13:17.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i shall do some serious recapping. haven't been exactly hooked onto blogging these few months. more on youtube for super junior and dong bang shin gi no thanks to that lai peiyin..haha. lets start from the most recent happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sagi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;had sports heat. i was really not on form. i hate it when i'm not on form. especially with these tow great blisters on my fingers which restricted my movements and caused me to fail on the field. couldn't even snatch the third position. which is quite a failure really. i must admit that i hate losing. i cannot tolerate such minor failures in my life which i know i actually can achieve it but fail to do so. it really leaves this great big sagging guilt bag in me. i failed as a person and as a sagi team player. i only earned the house one point instead of three. how pathetic an excuse for failing eh? the first throw i incurred the blister. second throw i slipped on the grounds like a don't know what thing and i managed to salvage the situation by hecking the javelin and avoided landing straight down on my face. third throw due to my plaster, the javelin went straight out and landed flat instead of on the nose.fourth and final throw i risked it all but slipped again. how darned but the most dramatic part was when i moved out of position. tool a free javelin by the side. threw it or rather flicked it. i managed to out-throw[is there such a word?] almost all the people there. cool enough to land me a second spot or the third.even the invigilators were awe-struck. i couldn't believe my luck. ohwells. just as well. kinda loser ain't it.darnit. i hate it when i lose and manage to find so many reasons on my failure. it just ain't me. darnit. pictures another time perhaps..when cass pass me the pictures, a few artistic shots to be anticipated..BY ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday. had a family outing with the paternal side. i didn't really take any pictures of the family members. everyone was enjoying their food so much that they didn't realise i was taking some shots. ohwells salvaged the situation with a few shots i took of my erm.how shall i put it? my animation of sago seeds in chinese tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ST :&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;honey dew sago in my bowl. in my bowl in my bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjhp-ZF4KKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/g9WjEZJGHuc/s1600-h/MuahChee015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjhp-ZF4KKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/g9WjEZJGHuc/s320/MuahChee015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059910701959096482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ND :&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;drain my dew and drank my honey drank my honey. drank my honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhqN5F4KLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UHSzLjl0z98/s1600-h/MuahChee016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhqN5F4KLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UHSzLjl0z98/s320/MuahChee016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059910968247068850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;RD :&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dried my sago in the cold in the cold in the cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhufpF4KMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ywiN1GRfyO4/s1600-h/MuahChee017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhufpF4KMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ywiN1GRfyO4/s320/MuahChee017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059915671236257986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TH  :&lt;/span&gt; measured the amount of chinese tea needed, a small cup&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhntZF4KII/AAAAAAAAANw/upVEk80OXvA/s1600-h/MuahChee014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhntZF4KII/AAAAAAAAANw/upVEk80OXvA/s320/MuahChee014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059908210878064770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TH :&lt;/span&gt; raise your spoon of sago over the cup of magically expanded cup of chinese tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhkWJF4KDI/AAAAAAAAANI/HaZy-KID2K0/s1600-h/MuahChee01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhkWJF4KDI/AAAAAAAAANI/HaZy-KID2K0/s320/MuahChee01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059904512911222834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TH :&lt;/span&gt; commence the pouring! let the initiation ceremony begin.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhmSpF4KGI/AAAAAAAAANg/57Kag1_zNm0/s1600-h/MuahChee018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhmSpF4KGI/AAAAAAAAANg/57Kag1_zNm0/s320/MuahChee018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059906651804936290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TH :&lt;/span&gt;terminate pouring once spoon is empty of its original contents and double confirm it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhlIJF4KEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xXUMGqXDG6I/s1600-h/MuahChee02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhlIJF4KEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xXUMGqXDG6I/s320/MuahChee02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059905371904682050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TH : &lt;/span&gt;allow the residue to settle comfortably for perhaps a few seconds at most 5.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhnPZF4KHI/AAAAAAAAANo/GMSYdGoeTVM/s1600-h/MuahChee019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RjhnPZF4KHI/AAAAAAAAANo/GMSYdGoeTVM/s320/MuahChee019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059907695481989234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;taadaa!here is my beautiful art piece which isn't abstract at all. i didn't realise that i could actually take a video of it and take out the clip shots of it.darnit. it appeared pretty good here too ain' t it? HAHA. i have an artistic touch in these manually manipulated shots which took me 4 cups of chinese green tea. kudos to those waitress working there!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjhl8JF4KFI/AAAAAAAAANY/9DehnKMURzE/s1600-h/MuahChee03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjhl8JF4KFI/AAAAAAAAANY/9DehnKMURzE/s320/MuahChee03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059906265257879634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-8678342865661337911?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/8678342865661337911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=8678342865661337911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/8678342865661337911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/8678342865661337911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-i-shall-do-some-serious-recapping.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rjhp-ZF4KKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/g9WjEZJGHuc/s72-c/MuahChee015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-883718996692767047</id><published>2007-02-25T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:51:19.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/ReGDQQDD6NI/AAAAAAAAAME/4lXNvXC0K7c/s1600-h/board.crescent.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/ReGDQQDD6NI/AAAAAAAAAME/4lXNvXC0K7c/s400/board.crescent.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035450173585877202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/ReGDEQDD6MI/AAAAAAAAAL8/D6WgDEJY5I4/s1600-h/board.crazy+banana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/ReGDEQDD6MI/AAAAAAAAAL8/D6WgDEJY5I4/s400/board.crazy+banana.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035449967427446978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/ReGBiADD6LI/AAAAAAAAAL0/AGbrglTbFvw/s1600-h/board.AI+DAO%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/ReGBiADD6LI/AAAAAAAAAL0/AGbrglTbFvw/s400/board.AI+DAO%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035448279505299634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/ReGAFgDD6KI/AAAAAAAAALs/A5M-LqFDuyE/s1600-h/board.act+cute.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/ReGAFgDD6KI/AAAAAAAAALs/A5M-LqFDuyE/s400/board.act+cute.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035446690367400098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/ReF_KwDD6JI/AAAAAAAAALk/x93IIe05xwM/s1600-h/board.val.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/ReF_KwDD6JI/AAAAAAAAALk/x93IIe05xwM/s400/board.val.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035445681050085522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 february 2007, friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for canoeing training. a little slack as it was games. we literally crawled our way into the floorball court and played captains' ball. our team did really well!we did as little push ups as possible by scoring in most of the goals! we played with basketball at first. then switched over to a tennis ball. my goodness. might as well play with the air.after the games, we did our canoeing board. okay i didn't really contribute much, however!i did cut out the canoeing word. and i attempted with a little drawing sketching and slacking. wait. does slacking count? oh well. it doesn't matter. what matters is that i DID help out although in small bits only. i stayed back okay! its the thought that counts..haha! picture speaks a thousand words! enjoy enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to update these few days. major events? nothing much. innova is this boring. haha. but, i've resumed taekwondo trainings. SHOTA! here i come!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/ReF-VQDD6II/AAAAAAAAALc/WojwP8BqXoc/s1600-h/tkd+demo+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/ReF-VQDD6II/AAAAAAAAALc/WojwP8BqXoc/s400/tkd+demo+team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035444761927084162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so much for my aneroxia nervosa attempt. still keeping up with the obsession for wanting to be stick thin. aneroxia, here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-883718996692767047?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/883718996692767047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-1938323538955916069</id><published>2007-02-17T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T17:02:27.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a while since i've updated eh? oh well. too busy. apparently things are taking a tempo of its own. too fast too slow and not just right. too fast when i'm enjoying the fun and too slow when i'm in absolute agony. too fast when its time for a meal and too slow when its time for lectures and lessons. too fast when i am with someone i feel at ease with and too slow when i'm with someone i detest to be with. too fast for this and too slow for that. when am i going to be able to catch the timing i want when i can't even chase it? this is ridiculous. time! stop! rewind! pause! that's it. i want things to go back to how they weree 2 years ago. impossible now. possible later because adidas says so. nothing is impossible. adidas, you better stand to your words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v-day was on wednesday 14 02 07. i dedicated mouch of my time to wrapping the presents and wads of money on the presents itself. it was satisfying to see people receiving my presents. sort of a relief actually. to actually carry 60 plus presents to school was no easy feat okay! i was truely happy once again.i was happy handing out the presents like i was some charity and they were the poor ones that are receiving my presents. and i was like peter pan.haha!truely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new year celebration in innova really ruins everything. i think the school needs some serious revamp in both attitude and the culture. its so low class!not that i despise low class people but its really extreme. i really can't stand this sort of stupid things they think up of for celebration. ruins my mood totally.shan't speak of it. thinking of it fires me up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had clique outing yesterday. really fun, pictures and story another day!for now. i've just got to wait for yujia the idiot to pass me the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends. especially those i'm close with. you really make my day people!!thank you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-1938323538955916069?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/1938323538955916069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=1938323538955916069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/1938323538955916069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/1938323538955916069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-while-since-ive-updated-eh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-4460363098938183126</id><published>2007-02-11T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T20:54:16.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LIwRRh8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/G0gzKVysNqQ/s1600-h/I%40FUN.0611B%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LIwRRh8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/G0gzKVysNqQ/s400/I%40FUN.0611B%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030251553820346306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I AT FUN PICTURES AS PROMISED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my very own braiding cum beading on tingshu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMFtARRinI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8_rXvninH8A/s1600-h/I%40FUN.tingshu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMFtARRinI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8_rXvninH8A/s400/I%40FUN.tingshu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031371479427680882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8QcQRRiMI/AAAAAAAAACM/yIkf-Ynmx1E/s1600-h/I%40FUN.tingshu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8QcQRRiMI/AAAAAAAAACM/yIkf-Ynmx1E/s400/I%40FUN.tingshu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030257386385934530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the promoters board&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMFXgRRijI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1AFD37LxJ8o/s1600-h/I%40FUN.promoting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMFXgRRijI/AAAAAAAAAJY/1AFD37LxJ8o/s400/I%40FUN.promoting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031371110060493362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8O6wRRiII/AAAAAAAAABs/P6WJslYjCUg/s1600-h/I%40FUN.promoting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8O6wRRiII/AAAAAAAAABs/P6WJslYjCUg/s400/I%40FUN.promoting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030255711348689026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the real frenzy begins&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMCkgRRiWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V1vtEzY026A/s1600-h/I%40FUN.banner-before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMCkgRRiWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V1vtEzY026A/s400/I%40FUN.banner-before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031368034863909218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LQQRRh9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XOkaYFeU6dU/s1600-h/I%40FUN.banner-before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LQQRRh9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/XOkaYFeU6dU/s400/I%40FUN.banner-before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030251682669365202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were strict examiners..like serene&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMFoARRimI/AAAAAAAAAJw/X3zos-tp2ps/s1600-h/I%40FUN.serene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMFoARRimI/AAAAAAAAAJw/X3zos-tp2ps/s400/I%40FUN.serene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031371393528334946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8QRQRRiLI/AAAAAAAAACE/ofvySK82bMk/s1600-h/I%40FUN.serene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8QRQRRiLI/AAAAAAAAACE/ofvySK82bMk/s400/I%40FUN.serene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030257197407373490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who stressed us to complete our jobs. and mine was making chris tay our lifesize cardboard mannequin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMEmgRRihI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CZyKj4KfzaI/s1600-h/I%40FUN.making+of+chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMEmgRRihI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CZyKj4KfzaI/s400/I%40FUN.making+of+chris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031370268246903314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8NJwRRiHI/AAAAAAAAABk/ibPIjyUuwcI/s1600-h/I%40FUN.making+of+chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8NJwRRiHI/AAAAAAAAABk/ibPIjyUuwcI/s400/I%40FUN.making+of+chris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030253770023471218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and she's done!doesn't she look lonely alone&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMDBARRiYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RBmHBpR4Uu0/s1600-h/I%40FUN.chris+done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMDBARRiYI/AAAAAAAAAIA/RBmHBpR4Uu0/s400/I%40FUN.chris+done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031368524490180994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LcQRRh-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Si3_2OP4pOo/s1600-h/I%40FUN.chris+done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LcQRRh-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Si3_2OP4pOo/s400/I%40FUN.chris+done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030251888827795426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started on christian wong. her boyfriend.one word. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMELARRifI/AAAAAAAAAI4/g_LE_pw3y-0/s1600-h/I%40FUN.making+of+chris2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMELARRifI/AAAAAAAAAI4/g_LE_pw3y-0/s400/I%40FUN.making+of+chris2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031369795800500722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8NAARRiFI/AAAAAAAAABU/hAyDvmG7Tek/s1600-h/I%40FUN.making+of+chris2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8NAARRiFI/AAAAAAAAABU/hAyDvmG7Tek/s400/I%40FUN.making+of+chris2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030253602519746642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still ongoing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMEUQRRigI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pGI3UEL03v0/s1600-h/I%40FUN.making+of+chris3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMEUQRRigI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pGI3UEL03v0/s400/I%40FUN.making+of+chris3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031369954714290690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8NDwRRiGI/AAAAAAAAABc/cRQazZo-I_o/s1600-h/I%40FUN.making+of+chris3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8NDwRRiGI/AAAAAAAAABc/cRQazZo-I_o/s400/I%40FUN.making+of+chris3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030253666944256098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mean while, inside the class room, we had people buzzing over the banner. completing it under slack conditions.not.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMC4gRRiXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/f4tcBvIT7e0/s1600-h/I%40FUN.busy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMC4gRRiXI/AAAAAAAAAH4/f4tcBvIT7e0/s400/I%40FUN.busy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031368378461292914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8M5QRRiEI/AAAAAAAAABM/5kFllph91T0/s1600-h/I%40FUN.busy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8M5QRRiEI/AAAAAAAAABM/5kFllph91T0/s400/I%40FUN.busy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030253486555629634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the intensity of concentration going on.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8MlQRRiCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aHpBQwirH8s/s1600-h/I%40FUN.banner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8MlQRRiCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/aHpBQwirH8s/s400/I%40FUN.banner2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030253142958245922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMCSwRRiUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XK11Ql-vZkA/s1600-h/I%40FUN.banner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMCSwRRiUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XK11Ql-vZkA/s400/I%40FUN.banner2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031367729921231170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting on the finishing touches and garnishes on our 'platter'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMCaARRiVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8ie7GLRqyZk/s1600-h/I%40FUN.banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMCaARRiVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/8ie7GLRqyZk/s400/I%40FUN.banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031367854475282770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8MpwRRiDI/AAAAAAAAABE/Tyk-zwW_XZ8/s1600-h/I%40FUN.banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8MpwRRiDI/AAAAAAAAABE/Tyk-zwW_XZ8/s400/I%40FUN.banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030253220267657266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE  now the REAL frenzy begins&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMDUwRRiaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ldc0S9yV_NA/s1600-h/I%40FUN.frenzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMDUwRRiaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ldc0S9yV_NA/s400/I%40FUN.frenzy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031368863792597410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LoQRRiAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sCpQYHeBwuo/s1600-h/I%40FUN.frenzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LoQRRiAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sCpQYHeBwuo/s400/I%40FUN.frenzy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030252094986225666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a big  fight over who's the better spasticated spastic&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMFcgRRikI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zxB_rNtv_28/s1600-h/I%40FUN.pushing+mingtai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMFcgRRikI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zxB_rNtv_28/s400/I%40FUN.pushing+mingtai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031371195959839298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8PBARRiJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XcssGEziQP4/s1600-h/I%40FUN.pushing+mingtai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8PBARRiJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XcssGEziQP4/s400/I%40FUN.pushing+mingtai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030255818722871442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went ditsy round and round&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMFhQRRilI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GwmMCZtSl1g/s1600-h/I%40FUN.serene+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMFhQRRilI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GwmMCZtSl1g/s400/I%40FUN.serene+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031371277564217938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8P-QRRiKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cHwlBClZ0Co/s1600-h/I%40FUN.serene+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8P-QRRiKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cHwlBClZ0Co/s400/I%40FUN.serene+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030256870989858978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all this ended with a big bang on I at FUN. our photo taking AFTER the event. wonder why not during the event....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8RygRRiTI/AAAAAAAAADE/-P_AHval5_k/s1600-h/I%40FUN.YOU%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8RygRRiTI/AAAAAAAAADE/-P_AHval5_k/s400/I%40FUN.YOU%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030258868149651762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am a stalker who's going to catch you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMGUwRRioI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0Tcd-tRkmDQ/s1600-h/I%40FUN.YOU2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMGUwRRioI/AAAAAAAAAKA/0Tcd-tRkmDQ/s400/I%40FUN.YOU2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031372162327480962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8RswRRiSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5-clP_kO9jU/s1600-h/I%40FUN.YOU2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8RswRRiSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5-clP_kO9jU/s400/I%40FUN.YOU2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030258769365403938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these are my class girls. 0611B all the way&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdME6QRRiiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AB5vc5ZB8KI/s1600-h/I%40FUN.posse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdME6QRRiiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AB5vc5ZB8KI/s400/I%40FUN.posse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031370607549319714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8RhwRRiRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WWC8cP5YHhU/s1600-h/I%40FUN.posse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8RhwRRiRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WWC8cP5YHhU/s400/I%40FUN.posse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030258580386842898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ad astra. reach for the skies and the stars&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMEEQRRieI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XbeZ45XBuDs/s1600-h/I%40FUN.jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMEEQRRieI/AAAAAAAAAIw/XbeZ45XBuDs/s400/I%40FUN.jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031369679836383714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8RVgRRiQI/AAAAAAAAACs/d3aO9lga4j0/s1600-h/I%40FUN.jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8RVgRRiQI/AAAAAAAAACs/d3aO9lga4j0/s400/I%40FUN.jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030258369933445378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're the best&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMDrgRRicI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8y5N5DGRAz8/s1600-h/I%40FUN.jump2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMDrgRRicI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8y5N5DGRAz8/s400/I%40FUN.jump2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031369254634621378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8RDARRiOI/AAAAAAAAACc/yul5WAwU294/s1600-h/I%40FUN.jump2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8RDARRiOI/AAAAAAAAACc/yul5WAwU294/s400/I%40FUN.jump2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030258052105865442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we've got loads of time for slacking around.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMDggRRibI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PN1cAqD-qgY/s1600-h/I%40FUN.jump1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMDggRRibI/AAAAAAAAAIY/PN1cAqD-qgY/s400/I%40FUN.jump1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031369065656060338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LyARRiBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XNpEWIQrIOE/s1600-h/I%40FUN.jump1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LyARRiBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XNpEWIQrIOE/s400/I%40FUN.jump1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030252262489950226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spy with my little cam. do re mi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMDzQRRidI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NYnbsfl0vhM/s1600-h/I%40FUN.jump3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMDzQRRidI/AAAAAAAAAIo/NYnbsfl0vhM/s400/I%40FUN.jump3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031369387778607570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8RJwRRiPI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q5x2rdSnSks/s1600-h/I%40FUN.jump3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8RJwRRiPI/AAAAAAAAACk/Q5x2rdSnSks/s400/I%40FUN.jump3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030258168069982450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ending off with a normal picture.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMDKwRRiZI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ht86839H9CE/s1600-h/I%40FUN.cushion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/RdMDKwRRiZI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ht86839H9CE/s400/I%40FUN.cushion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031368691993905554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LjQRRh_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/yG0Y6tF8rn8/s1600-h/I%40FUN.cushion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LjQRRh_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/yG0Y6tF8rn8/s400/I%40FUN.cushion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030252009086879730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was I at FUN for me. nothing much all the time. but something little most of the time. and this is what makes memory memorable. that's all folks. till the next time then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-4460363098938183126?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/4460363098938183126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=4460363098938183126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/4460363098938183126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/4460363098938183126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-at-fun-pictures-as-promised-my-very_11.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eKvTzjSS5bA/Rc8LIwRRh8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/G0gzKVysNqQ/s72-c/I%40FUN.0611B%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-6248036823641871360</id><published>2007-02-10T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:58:45.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I@FUN WAS TODAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the turn out wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. it was half of what i HOPED it would be. well. BUT! it was fun fun and more fun. i was however mostly in my own world. i bet some half of the others were too. so don't mock me for stoning most of the time and slacking the other. i was in charge of the body art section. body tattoo and braiding services were provided. i was in the body art section, and the tattoos which were MANUFACTURED by machines and were 99.99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999% perfect were more fascinating and more enticing then mine. so my section was empty most of the time. demand and supply applies. so i went walking around the track offering free body art. [ in case you don't know the difference of body art and tattoo, its that body art is HAND drawn by me with face paint on your body and body tattoo is the one that sticks onto you using white glue which is safe on human skin.] the response was so pathetic that i had to resort to FREE service. ohwell. its still fun because i went around randoming grabbing my friends for my sacrifice. there were however like 5 people who were willing to be my guinea pig and allowed me to draw on them for payment. i could count them within one hand. like wow. i drew on a thousand more for free though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mutilated moo, drew a total of 6 drawings on parts of his body which were exposed. drew WJ on weesin's back. drew something on glenn's face. drew a gazillion tattoos ALL OVER mala. that was the classic of the day.hah! oh wells. the other details of the fun fair were insignificant. but all contributed to make this day as memorable as my first............day in school.HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took thousands of pictures at the end of the day. then went for collections of chairs and tables. how weak thy was. i merely carried 3 chairs up the hall and i was panting and aching[my back..old injury]. disappointment.i didn't expect myself to be this weak. i really do suck.. :( oh wells..pictures another day when AIN finally feels like sending me the pictures.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off i went to fill my empty, bottomless pit, black hole stomach. i was left out as i walked with baoyun, moo, weesin, weixin. i lagged even worse when i met up with jaz and samuel's class in the middle of the walk to causeway. off i went and talked like there wasn't a single soul except us. it was really amusing to talk to them about yixiang. oh the horrors.HAHA!but i really loved every single second with them. really cracks me up.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner! i finally met up with moo, baoyun, weesin and weixin it was only when they rapped sharply on the kfc glass windows that i realised they were still waiting for me! and i thought they had gone for dinner without me. hah! this is what friends should be!real friends they are! so i met them inside and i saw a bigger group [puiman, lester, jun qing, yisheng, another 2 guys] merging with us. looks like agglutination. what a big glob of innovians in kfc.HAHA! somehow it reminded me of agglutination. then we ate and the dinner was punctuated with loud guffaws and much more giggles and gossips. really loving the day today. great fabulous day it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then off i headed for home with weesin and lester. we were discussing about their experience in the haunted house. my goodness. they went to poke fun of those in the haunted house! instead of scaring them, the haunted house personnels were bullied by lester's class mates. my goodness. i really pity those in the haunted house, not empathy but pity!haha. then weesin was down there pondering on the item and ideal area for a candle light dinner with WJ. HAHA! i really don't know man. he's obssessed. ohwell. none of my business. i wash my hands off him man. forever so pessimistic. haha! but lester was entertaining me throughout the journey. really hilarious guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. it was a banana-strawberry-grapes-watermelon-rambutan-durian-etc-etc sort of day. in other words, fruitful day!HAHA! pictures another day i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-6248036823641871360?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/6248036823641871360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=6248036823641871360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/6248036823641871360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/6248036823641871360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/02/ifun-was-today-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-117058658459709932</id><published>2007-02-04T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:02:45.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;in memory of peiyin's  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;性感屁股&lt;/span&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiyin is grieving because her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;性感屁股&lt;/span&gt; now belongs to someone else. not physically but mentally. she cannot go town so often to visit him anymore. Neither can she coerce her brother who works just next door[which actually isn't that near] to befriend&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 性感屁股&lt;/span&gt; and drag him to her house for FREQUENT dinners. i can't do much to console her because i ain't got the gab to do so. but awww.don't be so sad peiyin. you can still eat lunch with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;菜&lt;/span&gt; in school every week. and you still got&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 性感屁股&lt;/span&gt; working in town everyday. So you could just pop by for some serious oogling and poking around.haha!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;性感屁股&lt;/span&gt;， 有什么了不起嘛。还不是人命一条。听天由命，接受事实吧。truth hurts anyway. HAHA!no use crying over spilt milk.okay. that phrase ain't apt. never mind.just felt like using it.haha.go find yourself another &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;性感屁股&lt;/span&gt; la. he's taken liao.haha!and stop 晴天霹雳-ing!!!its getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.i miss chinese a lot. because its the only lessons that i could really drool along with the teacher's droning nonsense.haha!and because i've decided that english IS kind of mundane. i can't speak any other language other then english fluently and this ain't a good sign. i'm not a bilingual anymore.(or was i ever one?)ohwells. forget it.i really have to brush up on my mother tongue. feel so much like a tourist instead of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;true blue singaporean&lt;/span&gt;. and another reason for wanting to learn chinese badly is because i was mistaken as someone who doesn't speak chinese today.. like hello? i'm so typical &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;yellow skinned asian&lt;/span&gt; can!i understand chinese anytime!!(if you speak slowly and clearly enough for me.)and i got conned into buying a huge bag of mochi for a colossal wad of notes.and i think its unfair. i got cheated due to my retardedness of apprehending chinese. these people just kept on ranting about this and that product and what is this and what is that. bullet train i tell you. no difference between a bullet train and their mouth. as i was just an innocent and naive ASIAN girl,  i got cheated and i bought loads of mochi. ohwells.they tasted kinda good.haha!and i spent like 20 bucks on candies today!!!oh no oh no..this is worse then shopping..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should get started on studying. i just ain't got the mood these days. must be due to the turbulence within my inner thoughts. its swishing my thoughts out out out. and i can't seem to get hold of them before they just diminish in the dark subconscious mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. i really need to learn how to speak proper chinese. i feel like an angmoh in chinatown here.can someone help me?and i mean someone with patience. truckloads of patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-117058658459709932?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/117058658459709932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=117058658459709932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/117058658459709932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/117058658459709932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-memory-of-peiyins-peiyin-is.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-117016725160689836</id><published>2007-01-30T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:27:31.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much has occured in school nowadays. it seems like a fast paced life cleverly disguised as a slow paced school term.which in fact has really fooled my mind. too much for me to take in terms of studies and social status. okay.shall mention of those around me only. for gossips. you've got to ask me personally for them..its too liberal of me if i just post them here[which is not receiving much response anyway, but i shall respect their rights.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my class has become a total muggerfied class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my class studies a lot(emphasis).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm with a lot of friends in which i'm contented with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teachers are really biased against me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i've still got quite a few good friends in which i play with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i really miss crescent a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;on the topic of close friends and their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;moo and baoyun are still going strong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jody and his gf are still going glued together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;weesin has found his new prospective gf but is shy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;zhiyang is still happily with yongrong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;peiyin is still as bimbo as ever and as bitchy as ever.heh heh heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jasmine is still undecided and frustrated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;okay.that's about all. I'm still pretty upset these few days.mood swinging as much as ever. i think its due to missing crescent......and also missing someone.that particular someone!!!!!!ROAR!okay.you'll never know who anyway.shan't say anything.haha!ohwell.never knew what a person does can initiate such explicit reactions..(no this doesn't mean anything that is obscene or anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;             I MISS CRESCENT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-117016725160689836?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/117016725160689836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=117016725160689836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/117016725160689836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/117016725160689836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-much-has-occured-in-school-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116998508850142101</id><published>2007-01-28T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T19:51:46.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just came back from blog-surfing....yes i admit that i'm pretty much of a loser blog surfing..BUT, this is what innova has reduced me into..the state of a loser...however, in the while of surfing blog. i came across some person..he was asked to define / envision his dream house this was his post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(72, 72, 69);font-size:85%;" &gt;Drawing certainly wasnt on my mind. And i wasnt sure what my dream house would be like. A box would be good. The idea came dashing into my mind and i started folding the sides of my paper, giving it an extra edge to the look of my box. So why a box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(72, 72, 69);font-size:85%;" &gt;My dream house to me is like a box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gives me the privacy I need&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shelters me from the different weather conditions, no matter rain or shine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allows me to move around within an enclosed area&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keeps me warm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can open up the box when life gets a little bored. Maybe I can invite you to my little small box?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can shut myself in the box when life's filled with stress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best of all. It doesnt cost a penny! haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this was what he said.i found it too simple..too practical..too much practivity isn't what i had in mind..being too down to earth constricts us..leaves us with no space to do what we want. we have no dreams being too practical.. and dreams are exactly what we live on. without dreams we'll be more of a mere empty shell..one in which we feed we protect we interact with. not exactly what i have in mind at all. its too plain.. a box isn't very practical either..you can't expect to sleep on a square cube do you? its too much for me to take..and a cube without a window and a door..a whole side of the cube is all he has to claim as the door.no no no..let ME show you MY dream house.&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(72, 72, 69);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/682517/my%20dream%20house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/158041/my%20dream%20house.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes yes. you can see its simple too. but at least it ain't a ridiculous cube of nothing. my dream house (only for my current childish intelletto) is one in which is situated far far far far far away from the bustling city life. no hustle no bustle. no VROOOOOM-ing motors, no brisk walking to school or work, no need for squishing and squashing in the public transport. just me with my family all alone in the vast greenery. nothing but greenery and the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the background you can see the 'enhanced' pollution going on in the city far far away. it can also refer to the degeneration of the generation living in that area or rather, the whole bustling city concept is fading away..away away .far far away from my realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might also be pondering over why my fence only envelops one side of my house? no no. its not that i'm lazy, its not that i'm gone totally nuts to only protect one side of my house. its just that i would love to have visitors coming to visit me EVERY SINGLE DAY. yes. be it friends relatives or strangers. just come and knock on our door. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;seek and you shall find&lt;/span&gt;..and it also provides me and my family with ample space to enjoy our activities. we'll not be restricted as to stay in our territory all day long.. we can also have this open space concept as an excuse for camping out of our house when ever we want to see the stars or moon high in the sky at night. or have a little picnic in the middle of the day.when the sun is high high high in the sky. wouldn't that be awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other side of my house will be dedicated to my mom. she absolutely LOVES gardening. i shall have this portion of the land just for her needs. she'll have to plant all the flowers in the world.the fence will act as a defence for the meek and vulnerable lovely flowers. as pretty as my mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be trees in my house. trees to act as sound barriers ; trees to act as wind barriers. the trees will be part of our family. they can provide shelter and maybe i can have my tree house i always wanted! i can also try to climb them. conquer my fear of heights and feel what its like to be absolutely at the top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my house will have 3 windows = 3 rooms. one for playing. one for dinner. one for bathing. you may be thinking that i'm mad..where's our bedroom?AH HAH! we'll have our bedroom at the side of the house. that side of the house will be built entirely out of glass. then we can have curtains installed so the lovely sunbeam can stream in everyday to wake us up from our dreams.we'll all live in one room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you might have spotted the chimney.i would really love a chimney. i've always seen one in the western shows..i would really really love one. i know its insane. but this is my DREAM house.so anything applies.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116998508850142101?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116998508850142101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116998508850142101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116998508850142101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116998508850142101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-came-back-from-blog-surfing.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116988752357443164</id><published>2007-01-27T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:45:23.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T'was the story of a certain fish.&lt;br /&gt;My first few attempts at paint.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/952889/under%20fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/778676/under%20fish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/498172/under%20fish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/433772/under%20fish2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/672087/under%20fish3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/378720/under%20fish3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/340790/under%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/806528/under%204.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/814679/under%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/912995/under%205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/108515/under6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/419895/under6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/317304/under%20the%20end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/460060/under%20the%20end.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;notice that none of these animations are mutated without ears eyes or anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/557768/under%20the%20end.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116988752357443164?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116988752357443164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116988752357443164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116988752357443164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116988752357443164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/twas-story-of-certain-fish.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116988306349790155</id><published>2007-01-27T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:19:37.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/754361/pants%20on%20fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/276162/pants%20on%20fire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIAR LIAR !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIG FAT LIAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PANTS ON FIRE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LEAP TO THE WATERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO MORE FIRE?&lt;br /&gt;I'LL LIGHT YOUR PANTS ON FIRE&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay..as you can see that i'm angry that i've been duped. super duped.ohwells.i give up.i shall just live my life forever in my own world. no more promises; no more lingering.I'll just start to live a life of my own for me for myself; a live of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoots.who am i trying to kid here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Impatiently patient, just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting, staring up the dreary sky.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and wonder warped my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of me.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you and me under one line.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder so wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;wonder so bleak.&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and giggled, all so meek.&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned my assignments far far due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tossing, turning on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt all night of how we met.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of you.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of me.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of you and me under one cover.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of euphoria,&lt;br /&gt;dreams so impractical.&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and shut my eyes, fast.&lt;br /&gt;Realising its anything but fake lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in all this mess called life.&lt;br /&gt;Staying alive with all these fondness, i surmise?&lt;br /&gt;Fondness of you.&lt;br /&gt;Fondness of me.&lt;br /&gt;Fondness of you and me in one facade.&lt;br /&gt;Fondness so open.&lt;br /&gt;Fondness so dubious.&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and cried in the cover of my line.&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy, tears of defeat.&lt;br /&gt;For i know you'll never be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116988306349790155?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116988306349790155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116988306349790155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116988306349790155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116988306349790155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/liar-liar-big-fat-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116973714848944928</id><published>2007-01-25T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:08:49.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling ultra down today. no idea why.no prizes for guessing why either. i'm just down..must be the many things that put me down today..ohwells. that's life for you thethirdpasserby.....ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;i've got tonsilities again. when will it stop terrorizing me!i'm sick of you tonsilitis!!!get away!!get a life!!oh.i'm sorry.i forgot.you're residing in me sucking my life away so you've got loads of life in there huh...no wonder i'm feeling lethargic all the while these few days. my throats swollen.no empathy given by majority..such apathy i appreciate..ROAR!sense the sarcasm within?no?never mind. its alright..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;today i shall post something in memory of noelle's eyeless cat and michelle's earless pig&lt;/span&gt;..try to make sense of it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/695573/fish%20weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/642541/fish%20weird.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fish has teeth and eyes, my bubbles have ears..completes noeeleee and michelleeeee's drawings huh?HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;thank me for that man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116973714848944928?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116973714848944928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116973714848944928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116973714848944928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116973714848944928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-feeling-ultra-down-today.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116931957649806866</id><published>2007-01-21T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T02:59:36.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;my lovely map to nowhere!would you like to trace it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/83557/treasure%20map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/10227/treasure%20map.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/733594/B%26W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/576193/B%26W.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this has nothing to do with my activity today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i was happy.really happy today!!haha.although the barbecue was cancelled, BUT we carried on our plans and still had our MINI canoeing gathering!!!!!we went to some marina bay zhen fa huo hai xian place..my goodness.$12 per person but its an all-you-can-eat sort of buffet style teppanyaki cum steamboat place.and its $12 per person!!how absolutely mind blowing!!!!such an affordable rate!!.however.i doubt i'll be going there for a long long time..i've stuffed people..i've never eaten such a colossal amount and i meant A-MOUND of food.i've still got this 'lump' in my tummy after 5 hours. its still not digested...i think i've been binging from the time i started this feast. i felt like an emperor..nothing i couldn't eat. i was truely wrong. i miscontrued the meaning of buffet..i should have controlled my appetite and my hands. i just kept going and going and going.so is this where determination and perseverance come in? they help me in stuffing food down my throat?dang!they don't come when i need to run my 3.2 km every pe..this is biased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..enough of all the whining. today we had a congregation of canoeing j3s!!but a miniature one. there was lindsay, puden, aaron, vincent, eeteng, fanghui and yao jing or somewhat they called him this..haha!we had a whooping time judging by the amount of laughter i contributed and to the sound pollution we made. really enjoyed ourselves today didn't we?i left my camera at home in my absence of mind.regretting it now..ain't want to let this part of memory fly away..no pictures. this is sad. i really hope to do this once more. so me and peiyin thought of a chalet!!!!!YAY!!hope it will come through without breaking apart.then we can really be gathered together as a team!!!! oh and puden said he could be our expedition leader or the coach for our'recreation' group in innova!!!three cheers for puden the shit!!!he's the best man!!!hope loads of people can make it and hope miss chew can make it too..chew chew arh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.heading for my bed now..not that i want to.but i've got religious matters to attend to with regard to  my parents...and my stomach is still bloated. ain't exactly a sweet sensation to sleep with. till then. hope the digestive juices swallow me up together with the food in me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116931957649806866?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116931957649806866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116931957649806866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116931957649806866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116931957649806866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-lovely-map-to-nowherewould-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116914146381535673</id><published>2007-01-19T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T02:22:06.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I MISS MISS CHEW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;where art thou chew chew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/527593/team%20canoe.J2formal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/800804/team%20canoe.J2formal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you look much more fitting as the canoeing teacher then&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/575206/team%20canoe.J2fun%20shot%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/46086/team%20canoe.J2fun%20shot%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although the J3s were much more connected with you&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/691827/team%20canoe.formal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/105142/team%20canoe.formal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the exco of 2006 and 2007 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;MISSES YOU A LOT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you leave us!!!boohoohoo.this is unfair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/36266/op.twin%20towers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/464131/op.twin%20towers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may be crazy at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/23939/op.carry%20azi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/429084/op.carry%20azi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this might blow you OFF your feet&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/580953/op.unexpected.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/979736/op.unexpected.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but expect the unexpected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/990316/lazybums%20in%20library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/897789/lazybums%20in%20library.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lest you sway with the intense force which wil leave you meek.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I MISS THE J3s TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/560495/gossipgalzx%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/843138/gossipgalzx%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gossipgalzxzxzx!!!i miss the gossips and talks in the canteen!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/435895/banana%20and%20ahdiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/544122/banana%20and%20ahdiu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also the other j3s of course!!they were super friendly and super duper fuper charming. don't be duped by his too-small-to-be-seen-usually-misunderstood-as-slits eyes..HE IS THE MAN!he can charm the pants off you..or rather the skirt..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/997638/11B.aziz%20bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/608137/11B.aziz%20bday2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly my class again.not the whole.but still a class spiritually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a little conversation with lindsay..one of the seniors in canoeing..and i went a little cranky talking to her..she influenced me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what we talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dynamic equilibrium of emotions. :: Spasticated :: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brainwashing under process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dynamic equilibrium of emotions. :: Spasticated :: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please wait while we return the new and brand new muggerfied valerie for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dynamic equilibrium of emotions. :: Spasticated :: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although she's equipped with the latest system called slacking and procrastination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dynamic equilibrium of emotions. :: Spasticated :: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's still as good as those new systems called muggertoots in innova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dynamic equilibrium of emotions. :: Spasticated :: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please drop by often to bain wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dynamic equilibrium of emotions. :: Spasticated :: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;its good to wash your brain once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dynamic equilibrium of emotions. :: Spasticated :: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeps it moist and  mushy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dynamic equilibrium of emotions. :: Spasticated :: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as good as mashed potato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dynamic equilibrium of emotions. :: Spasticated :: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The dynamic equilibrium of emotions. :: Spasticated :: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every conversation with her came out memorable..as memorable as how you remember the first time you did something really and extremely embarrassing on front of someone you truely have a crush on.HAHA!and i still think its funny even though its been so many days already.haha.oh well.this might be why canoeing USED TO BE FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope they'll come to vivit us more often.drop by more often seniors!!not literally but..awww.you know...visit us and we'll be contented.haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116914146381535673?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116914146381535673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116914146381535673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116914146381535673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116914146381535673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-miss-miss-chew-where-art-thou-chew.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116896751822332703</id><published>2007-01-17T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:11:58.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Beloved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing upon the galaxy of stars,&lt;br /&gt;I saw nothing but explosion so stark.&lt;br /&gt;To seek in a vast, of black,&lt;br /&gt;I felt such eternity through such bliss.&lt;br /&gt;I spotted an indifferent star.&lt;br /&gt;Lying ever so silently.&lt;br /&gt;awaiting, so despaired.&lt;br /&gt;I long to hold it in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;whisper words of comfort,&lt;br /&gt;words of strength.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to see it shining,&lt;br /&gt;blazing like the cohort up there.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to see you up against&lt;br /&gt;all odds, all adversities, all impemdimenta.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to see you, have you, own you.&lt;br /&gt;As the night unfurls its glorious splendour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning creeps in,&lt;br /&gt;so ever creeps.&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound, the sun rises.&lt;br /&gt;Wiping clean all traces, spotless&lt;br /&gt;of my little precious, shining gem.&lt;br /&gt;A new day dawns;&lt;br /&gt;the old long gone.&lt;br /&gt;I will sorely miss what i have missed.&lt;br /&gt;Till the nighttime do we meet.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you; my beloved one.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;just follow your heart and set your mind aside. You will then derive the ultimate answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dynamic equilibrium of emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;hold on please?hold on won't you? you know i do miss you but do you too?i really hope to see you soon one day, but as a friend no longer. you know what i want. you really do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116896751822332703?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116896751822332703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116896751822332703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116896751822332703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116896751822332703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116896682718214191</id><published>2007-01-17T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:00:27.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;The class of 0611B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/413920/PICT0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/72688/PICT0015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were as close as an ant would be to a cup of honey..probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/161414/ocs.bryan%20lim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/776284/ocs.bryan%20lim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had fun under the sun toiling all out for what its worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/746657/ocs.face%20paint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/467592/ocs.face%20paint.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendships and bonds of cement and DNA were formed between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/859502/ocs.elephant%20buddies%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/232399/ocs.elephant%20buddies%21%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazily contented i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/591440/ocs.backpacking..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/962762/ocs.backpacking..jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bushed after being insanely bonkers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/610003/ocs.stare%20what%20stare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 339px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/838099/ocs.stare%20what%20stare.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that we've  got a few empty spaces here and there.let's fill them up together and be one all over again as we were. as we did before&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/516265/PICT0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/16083/PICT0016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day we'll all leave. let's come as one leave as one. leaving none behind. leaving only our memories. leaving our imprints. leaving our smiles in their hearts. lets come together.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/982810/11B.aziz%20bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/755907/11B.aziz%20bday1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~oh ah six ah one one bee ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116896682718214191?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116896682718214191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116896682718214191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116896682718214191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116896682718214191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/class-of-0611b.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116887757602032187</id><published>2007-01-15T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:14:18.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;BOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/934897/boo%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/103374/boo%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm feeling super super happy now as you can see by the picture.. i've just gotten my pay!!!thanks so much yonglin!![although you can't see this but really thank you so so so so much for going all the way to causeway to give the pay to me] because i'm happy. i shall share my happy pictures today!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/408601/B%26W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/606369/B%26W.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memory lane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/601133/hweeyi%20towering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/513426/hweeyi%20towering.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/290052/crescentartconservatory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/585507/crescentartconservatory.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our crazy gang!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/749138/crescenthang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/963203/crescenthang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TCS&lt;/span&gt;!!!i really miss all those stunts we did.. lets try it again one day. and to think this was one of the simplest trick we did.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;another picture?another day. i've got to mug :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116887757602032187?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116887757602032187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116887757602032187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116887757602032187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116887757602032187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/boo-im-feeling-super-super-happy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116877969046282509</id><published>2007-01-14T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:06:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/303881/ogls%7E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/412734/ogls%7E.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i forgot to tell you peeps..i WAS an ogl and the experience was toiling but havoc! happily havoc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in Olympian Dieties. ally primodial deities.&lt;br /&gt;when i say oli you say? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WAZAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;primo say boo!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;deities, say boozah!   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ZAH&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we had our own clan ally dance our ally cheer and most of all, we had our clan cheer!!we came in second after supra [and titans. 4 clans in total]. which i really consider not bad as we were lagging from day one of orientation[ we were in 3rd or 4th and we only had 4 clans..] so to be able to climb all the way to the top was a really great achievement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; it was a great experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for other parts of my life. shall update again!its too many posts at one go. hope you won't go bonkers after this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116877969046282509?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116877969046282509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116877969046282509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116877969046282509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116877969046282509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116877953184199397</id><published>2007-01-14T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:58:51.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i strike back for another post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now. i shall recount my working experience in MasterCard in Vivo City!.and i really miss it a lot!it was nothing but fun fun fun okay. picture paint a thousand words! here goes these are the girls i worked with.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/584316/MC.%20the%20girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/545521/MC.%20the%20girls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;i realised actually i looked pretty professional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i do not wish to go on and on ranting about every single day of my work. but all i can say is loads of friends came to visit me!!!here are a few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/308043/MC.group2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/69301/MC.group2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/911564/Mc.squat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/255995/Mc.squat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/297572/MC.group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/878273/MC.group.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the strained smiles was due to the retarded timer in the phone!and we were oblivious to the crowds in front of us.haha!it was really fun to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can get to work with them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116877953184199397?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116877953184199397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116877953184199397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116877953184199397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116877953184199397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-strike-back-for-another-post-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116877916335822161</id><published>2007-01-14T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:52:43.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as you can see..i'm chionging my blog now. to make up for all these stagnant moments.yup..and its still pictures paint a thousand words. but for now. it'll be pictures paint a million words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its still time for my clique..we went out on december 29 2006! we went vivo city and ate secret recipe's main course..there were me, michelle noelle, denise and yitian. i treated them to secret recipe!!because i had gotten my pay not long ago. and i've been promising them a treat ever since i started work.ohwells. 150 dollars gone. but still i've as ecstatic as even to see them.haha!we went walking everywhere in vivo.practically everywhere. but shan't recount lest i accumulate up to 100o0 plus words all over again..after that yitian left first..then denise. so me and michelle and noelle we went SWENSONS!!the swensons situated in vivo was so classy!!the pricing standard was as high as the rocket could touch the moon..we shared a chocolate fondue[which was REALLY heavenly!] and a sticky chewy chocolate malt[ which was really chocolatey and SWEET ] and a set of fries[ which was really yummilicious.] and the period in which we were in swensons was too much for me to take. it was really hilarious. with every order we made we had to request for the menu and it was forever the same waitress who will pass it to us. and she was giggling herself too!such a nice waitress..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/760579/mevalnoelleee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/836543/mevalnoelleee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture was taken by the funny waitress. and if you do observe closely, the table was cluttered with all our glasses and the remnants of the fries.we actually wanted to take a picture with that. however, the waitress was oblivious to the uniquely elegant positions of the objects on the table.ohwells. she was so funny and nice enough not to kill us for the repetitve requests for the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i realised when me michelle and noelle goe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s out together.we do nothing but eat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/278010/noellevalme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 231px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/569922/noellevalme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this picture was taken in wisma the food court. that night we scouted every single lane and streets of town n search of food..that's what we do!and i still look forward to us going out again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;be it eating or playing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116877916335822161?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116877916335822161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116877916335822161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116877916335822161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116877916335822161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-you-can-see.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116877773231402709</id><published>2007-01-14T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:39:41.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back again..although i know that i am supposed to be flipping throuh my lecture notes and whevernots now to get prepared for the 'A' levels..ohwells. do i look as if i care loads about it?heck man. i really appreciate my procrastination to instill such false sense of security in my. else i would have just went ahead off the window sill and straight for the first level of this building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay. i'm rid of the steam. so let's get started. i know my blog had been cropped up with all these words and vernaculars like some sardine in a tin can eh?so i've concluded. picture paints a thousand words. enjoyment is what we all look for ain't it? hope you luxuriate in these snapshots of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HOTEL-ING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/145110/room%20number.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first night in which i've fallen ill..big big fever because i had just returned from a canoe expedition and the sensation wasn't particularly fine. so i was down and out with fever and sea sickness.how weak you'd think.but i was really out down and flat. so for this night i wasn't in the pictures as you can see. they were out in the streets of town in the middle of the morning..doing their balancing act.not bad eh? that's my clique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/476392/balancing%20act.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/88963/balancing%20act.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!and they were imitating the GAP advertisment!!i SOOO wanted to take this with them!!but i couldn't. it was really hilarious i heard. noelle[the last one from the left] was laughed at by some passer by and it wasn't even a scorn. i heard it was an explosion of sniggers.haha! nolee nolee...and look carefully!bernice[the third from left] isn't donning a cap!its yujia's little handbag!!and please look at leong ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/912159/GAP%20ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/13710/GAP%20ad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a combination of the first day and the last day of the hotel-ing.haha!the top two was of the first and the bottom two the last.look at the pattaya background!!illustrates the fiction that we were in pattaya itself.how convenient of the hotel to place it in the room for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/794329/multiple%20shots.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/560529/multiple%20shots3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/957362/multiple%20shots3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is our KINGS EDITION!haha.on the first day. half of the clique went to burger king. and apparently, they received some of the so called 'crowns' together with the piece of pattaya cloth after much ransacking..and decided to act kings for a portion of the day!&lt;br /&gt;1. yujia the ROCK king&lt;br /&gt;2. noelle the FATTY king&lt;br /&gt;3. bernice the LITTLE king&lt;br /&gt;4. hweeyi the BIG-BUTT king&lt;br /&gt;5. COIN SLOT!&lt;br /&gt;6. michelle the OPERA king&lt;br /&gt;7. valerie the TOILET king&lt;br /&gt;8. denise the MUSCULAR king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/246935/mirror%20image.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/925323/kings%21%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/793812/kings%21%20edited.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mirror mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;who is that i see  that's not so tall?[its just supposed to rhyme.]&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/246935/mirror%20image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/818767/mirror%20image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the FIRST part of the night!whereby i was still alongside with them battling the relentless cold of the night!as you can see. it was nearing christmas!!such a happy sight.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/161806/outside%20of%20hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/784386/outside%20of%20hotel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we ate dinner at vila'ge[how do you pronounce that?village?]in which we had loads of fun with bernice camera when we were outside and the inside of vila'ge. it was really amusing or rather is was amusing for the people surrounding us, gawking at us taking pictures like some tourists or angels who had descended unto mother earth. but still we had REAL fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean to imitate denise by the way!and indeed i looked drunk that night no thanks to the extensive sunburn following the expedition in the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/761155/multiple%20shots2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/10609/multiple%20shots2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lookie!the top left and top right corner has me and noleelee posing with our tongue.haha!didn't eve realise it. we were bored and stuffed from all the food. so we solved both problems with this handy dandy....camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/794329/multiple%20shots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/427518/multiple%20shots.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh we look so happy together!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/867753/together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/716803/together.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise had to leave early for church. :( .however, she left a note for us!after much tiring attempts of waking bernice her partner up..so sweet of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/331295/chins%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/145110/room%20number.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/30808/denise%20letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/342493/denise%20letter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me michelle and noelle decided to play BLUFF.which i am so totally not good at..and i said the truth the whole way through. i am so totally not a liar..not fair. but still i won!!so who says you have to lie when you play bluff.haha. then our talking or rather murmurings woke yujia upand bernice next.haha!so yujia joined in our card session,,bernice was the photographer as she woke up the latest.haha. this explains all our ruffed up hair. and we were playing this really fun game by noelle..i name it the chins up game.its some sort of a heart attack game. and yes. we were eating chips early in the morning.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/331295/chins%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/810602/chins%20up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then michelle had to go for her dragon boat...after she left, we made our way to taka and bought our brunch. we bought a huge variety of food. we had jap korean chinese and loads more. and boy were we stuffed with all that food..then we took a few more pictures to commemorate our hotel-ing. which was really hilarious by the look of it..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/833141/foursome%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/684361/foursome%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then apparently, noelle pretended that she had a fan who wrote this fan note for her and she replied it...HAHA!so typically-noelle. so ego..still say you already won..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/368079/noelle%27s%20letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/688166/noelle%27s%20letter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we left..closing the door behind us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/145110/room%20number.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/684209/room%20number.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the people even asked us if we were here on a sports trip as in to compete for OUR country..so we look like foreigners?!?!do we look that athletic?maybe they do.i don't.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye good old hotel day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116877773231402709?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116877773231402709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116877773231402709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116877773231402709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116877773231402709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116387471995375073</id><published>2006-11-19T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:32:01.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been so long ever since i mentioned that i was going to introduce you my friends!well.today you're in luck. i AM going to introduce you my clique.heh heh heh.behold the pretty and the sexy crescentians!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/clique%20meeting%20sunlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/400/clique%20meeting%20sunlight.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is 8/10 of my clique. let me introduce.from the bottom row. left to right. there's&lt;br /&gt;valerie . bernice . noelle . denise . yujia .&lt;br /&gt;and the top in same order.&lt;br /&gt;hweeyi . yitian . michelle .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/DSC00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 252px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/DSC00109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/DSC00112.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/DSC00112.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is noleelee..now you know why i say she's noleelee and not noelle..you pronounce her name like this : NO-ELLE.yes.somewhat like noel.and you emphasize on the ELLE because she loves it..haha!okay. noleelee can play almost anything as long as you teach her.i remember we did loads of crazy things together!!remember our TCS!and also during lower secondary we made up a percussions group by banging everything we could lay our hands on and even the white board..oh man.really miss those times eh?haha!noelle is such a joker..always coming up with lame stuff..and mostly, we'll exchange jokes and she'll be the one with the lamest one except for me i guess.heh heh heh.noleelee shall have to work harder eh?haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/DSC00151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/DSC00151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/DSC00116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/DSC00116.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang yu jia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ang-sana.looking retarded and unglam as usual..but still. she's the one and only ang yu jia who's one of the real bimbos in my clique.forever whiny and forever so girly..oh!she was a ballerina last time..this may shed some light as to why she's so bimbotic..and i must say that she's one of the noisiest one..forever whining and shouting.wah and violent too..don't ever pass her path people..i bet she'll just trod on you but i don't think it'll be a problem as she's too skinny to make an impact..haha!oh!i forgot to put this part on..yujia is a tracker too..pretty good one too.in long and short d.both also can...kinda contradicting eh?tracker and ballerina?hmmm..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/DSC00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/DSC00152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up..let's see.let's put up a really pretty and sexy girl..lee hweeyi!!the damn tall and damn hot!even in such unglam shirt and unglam pose, she never fails to attract the males. eh lily?haha!her nickname as given by ang yu jia...is tigerlily.i don't know why either.haha.ask the angsana dudes..and i have to emphasize that she's really really tall..as you can see..really tall..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/DSC00132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/DSC00132.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;put her beside yujia and yujia is a midget..haha!how entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up we have the cool dude of my clique.she's always acting cool and all that.but in actual fact.she's anything but cool..a true blue auntie that's all i can say about her. let's see her before auntie-ing look :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/yitian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/yitian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/yitian%20and%20mich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/yitian%20and%20mich.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                        the one in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after auntie look : &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/yitian%20fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/yitian%20fail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;really different eh?yeah.i agree.but she's damn funny.nice person to be with no matter what it may be..studying or running or slacking.she's a nice person to be with.she's not sociable but she can handle people pretty well. i'm sure that's where her most alluring point of character is.she's also hweeyi good friend..the two big people in my clique..at first my clique started out with 8 people..yitian and hweeyi joint us after 2 years.that was when we were in secondary 3..hwee yi came in after bernice introduced her to us and yitian was dragged along.haha!BUT!they still enjoyed themselves after they joint in.didn't you all!!we're the best clique ever..oh!yitian is damn man one.she clocks her 2.4 in a single digit time. and she's one of the best runner in crescent track and field alongside with yujia and hweeyi and bernice and denise..okay..my whole clique is sporting and very good at sports..well i'm an exception.heh heh heh.i stick out more like a sore thumb probably. but we still get along just fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is michelle leong sook yin!!!sookyinsookyinsookyin sooksooksooksook sookyin!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/noellevalme.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 245px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/noellevalme.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             she's the one on the extreme right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/mich%20fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/400/mich%20fail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was how she looked in the past.as auntie as can be..no wonder her partner[yitian] turned out that way too!!haha. here it is!how absolutely autie eh?can't blame her.its was after an exam i guess. and the aircon must have blasted her to bits..and also the killer questions must have distorted her so much eh fishball?haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/mich%20after.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/mich%20after.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this was what happened to her after she left crescent.changed a lot eh?she's lost quite a fair bit of weight.but her height hasn't changed much.haha!but i'm sure her fashion sense have really improved man!!so much better now then before.haha!good job ah leong!haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. michelle has made me do a dedication for her. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the mich poem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich the bitch&lt;br /&gt;walked into a ditch&lt;br /&gt;and fill into a pitch&lt;br /&gt;and found a witch&lt;br /&gt;who gave her a peach&lt;br /&gt;and the witch teach&lt;br /&gt;mich the bitch&lt;br /&gt;about abercrombie and fitch&lt;br /&gt;and of types of leech&lt;br /&gt;but mich was such a git&lt;br /&gt;and started to fidget&lt;br /&gt;so the mean pok of a witch&lt;br /&gt;gave mich the bitch&lt;br /&gt;a fishball selling feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!not bad right!!i expanded the poem for you fishball leong!!oh. i forgot to explain.michelle leong is better known as the fishball as her cheeks are especially puffy.its all baby fats we know. but its just to adorable to ignore eh fishball?haha!look out for her if you ever see a set of bulging cheek coming your way!!its un-miss-able.[her type of words]haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.with the dedication off my mind.i next bring up the teeny midget of our clique!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/DSC00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/DSC00106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice low xiao ting!!her chinese name is really appropriate eh?xiao ting.hahaha!she's the one on the right by the way..its yujia on the left.haha!i bet she had to bend down real low to take this picture.haha!let me show you the real height difference here. between the tallest and the not so tall one.haha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/ber%20and%20hy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/ber%20and%20hy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's hweeyi on the left and bernice on the right.vast difference yeah? but!don't ever be deceived by her size..she's got a hell load of temper and she's got the leadership qualities.she can sure command a whole trooper for starwars and probably be in charge of another fleet of aircraft.she's good at this man. and not to say she's real bold. and she's also frank and truthful.so its good being her friend...she ain't afraid to be straight to the point. what's friends when they don't tell you your bad points eh?haha.yup.that's the tiny midget for you.and she's really funny.here are some shots to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/976661/ber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/855837/ber.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/443329/ber2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 278px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/586618/ber2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bernice low XIAO TING for you.haha!forever so funny.and i remember she's always hungry and she walks around with her precious bottle of PINK DOLPHIN.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the denise TING.haha!she used to be the braces girl too.but she took out in secondary three i think.she's really really white.as white as a sheet of paper. words say nothing to prove this. i MUST show it to you. lo and behold the denise TING!(on the right)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/659716/DSC00098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/300873/DSC00098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you think yujia is white enough..here's a competitor for bimbo yujia.haha. i recall that denise was always a huge fan of slacking.haha!she sits there in absoluet calmness in lessons. so serene that one would really be convinced that she's so absorbed into the teachers' meaningless talks.but in fact! she's stoning her time away.you've got to really tap her hard to regain her conscious..wow.that's what i call the ultimate skill of slacking. i wonder how much time has she spent on mastering this skill.she's also a track-er. she runs the 100m races.and she's not bad!!really not bad!!she represented crescent in quite some races already as a 4x100m team. she looks really fierce when she's angry.but butbut!she's still a nice person.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/173347/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/320/705265/DSC00101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/1600/239091/denise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 261px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4372/2535/400/539643/denise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.i forgot to add.she's FOREVER ready for the camera!haha.so its always usual to see her smiling away in the photos..difficult to catch her unaware.....its alright..one day we will!then you can see her auntie-ish ways too!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright..that's about all that i've got to say about my existing clique!!till next time.keep in tune with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116387471995375073?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116387471995375073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116387471995375073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116387471995375073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116387471995375073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-so-long-ever-sinc_116387471995375073.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116357316849226991</id><published>2006-11-15T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:53:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;                                                                                         my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; little group of friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;se lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/Untitled-1%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/Untitled-1%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okay..today,i shall update this stagnant blog of mine again....i shall look back in retrospection..hahaha!!!yes yes..i shall speak of the sentosa trip.the sentosa trip..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    121106 . sunday . noon . harbourfront .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;okay.i was late because my parents made me down a bowl of piping hot porridge before releasing me..i chiong-ed out of the house at mach 3 and tried to speed down.but the MRT attendant refused to speed up.he refused to violate the law for an innocent JC1 person.ME. so i was rotting away in my T-shirt and shorts while trying to hide away from the piercing stares of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; passengers. a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; whole hour of stares i was treated to for free.not that i mind.i shall just live my life in self-denial and surmise that they're admiring my buddha-ful class T-shirt.so i crammed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my colossal bag together with me in a pathetic spatial distrubution of seats...then i gawked at the black tunnel outside the train as it rushed through tiong bahru and outram....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then i met with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;KAVINA YU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haha.stupid girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/screwed%20faces.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/screwed%20faces.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then we crapped all the way to harbourfront where noleelee and bernice claimed that they were waiting for us there.so we alighted and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;started to ponder if they were at the platform or the ticketing platform.so we eliminated the possibility th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at they were waiting at the platform cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;idering that there were 4 people and the platform looks absolutely deserted.so we made our way to the ticketing platform to find no red carpet welcoming..how appropriate.haha.so we wandered here and there and everywhere.t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hat was when  we decided to abandon our ego and phone...then i heard my name not far away..it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANG YU JIA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that spastic woman!!!where was she..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kavina was still half way in her dream land and decided to jolt out of her day dream and start opening her eyes.it was oh so dramatic.i turned back and saw yujia!!!oh man!it was like my membership of a crescent girl was reinstated straightaway!!then i spotted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BERNICE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOLEELEE&lt;/span&gt; seated on the ground looking as if they had been stoning for quite some time..heh heh heh.so sorry people for b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eing late..i didn't mean to be that late.haha!but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LEE HWEEYI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was even later then me.so kudos t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o me!!i am not the latest for the day!haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to think that i used to be one of the earliest in the past.bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tbut, let's not dwell on the bad past.back to the main picture. so we sat down on the gournds of harbourfront MRT station to wait for our very own and pretty and sexay hweeyi.. while doing that..kavina yu and ang yujia went off to harbourfront shopping centre to get kavina her budget $5 white hang ten shirt because she had no extra shirt to don on for she had been so absent minded as always to forget her bag, or rather she was extra lazy and didn't bring anything other then her wallet and her so called POT[i think she meant i-pod].so i was left with ber-nice and noleelee.haha.we decided to play around with bernice's self timer camera and we took quite some pictures..but it was like 60% of them were failures due to our unprofessional pher.tor.graph.fee skills.yes..the pictures didn't come out looking pretty.so we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;had som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e failures shots before we got a few with the perfect angles and a few with a tint of cresce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nt girl.haha.as we were taking the shots, lee hweeyi  made her way &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in.haha.so we included her in these shots as you can infer from the photo right on top.heh heh heh. we were oh so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;alright.then yujia and kavina came walking to us with this cheapo shirt and we got on with our trip..but first! we went to eat our lunch in yoshinoya!yum. but i already eaten. so i decided nto to be a spoilsport and bought my chawanmushi and an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; iced milo...MMMmmmm.satisfying although the chawanmushi was like all tofu and n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o meat or peas or carrots..the iced milo was seemingly molten..in other words.. too thick for my enjoyment..after that little meal we had. we went to take the shuttle service to SENTOSA!!muahaha.that bus can be referred to as a sardine tin....not that i mind it being crowded..but it was fill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ed to the brim with banglahs.....cheena people.....and indians.....okay.i'm being a little racist but yes...i was suffering from a headache and severe bus sickness right after i alighted from the bus..felt the need to puke but yet nothin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;g came out.ohwells..i didn't want to stick my finger into my &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oesophagus in the middle of the arrival terminal of sentosa so i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;endured....i persevered...oh the stench.....oh!i forgot.. during the bus journey in which i was standing the whole way through beside kavina yu the retard..she told me some pretty interesting stuff.haha!and there was something pertaining to my favourite brand which she gave an interesting name t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o..my favourite brand when translated to chinese as in literally translated, meant a frozen cow..yes. how nice of kavina yu to think of it. and she said it out loud in front of some cheena tourists..muahaha!i was laughing my head off at her becau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;se her phrase caused them to stare really hard into her face as if they were going to mock her.haha!oh kavina..you really are a retard.haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/on%20the%20beach.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/400/on%20the%20beach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eached sentosa..we went straight for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;TANJONG BEACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aka the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;DOG BEACH.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...the two biggest creatures amongst us were actually afraid of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;se cute little critters and were avoiding the dogs like they were carrier of AIDS or something...they were really soooooocute!!i don't understand why were they afraid of something that's smaller then them, lighter then them and also meeker then them..oh wells.carry on with the trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; noelle actually called for the weather forecast.. it me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ntioned something cloudy.lo and behold!the sun didn't give a hoot to what the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;weather forecasted and decided to come out bright and hot. so we can see that weather forecasts are a waste of money as its not accurate.then we played frisbee for a while and slacked a lot more..then me and noelle decided to build a sandcastle..in our minds we wanted to build thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eally majestic sandcastle in which people will gawk in awe if they walk across it..but we didn't have anything to shape it with and it turned out to be quite a failure again..so much for a taj mahal..well, we took some pictures, but bernice haven't sent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; it to me yet.so for the time being i shall leave you with the thought that it looked somewhat like a taj mahal.me and noelle however was in quite some shame as the little kid beside us was building a sandcastle and it looked really significant on the plain piece of sand.oh how demoralizing. but one thought kept our spirits high..they had the tools and spade. they had everything they need for building a sandcastle and we didn't!that's why it turned out this way!yes. so we were living that mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ment in life in self-denial as i was always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/sandcastle%20building%20ah%20lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/400/sandcastle%20building%20ah%20lee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after slacking in tanjong beach for what seem like a little while but was actually a few hours already, we left for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;LUGE RIDE AND SKY RIDE!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but bernice and hweeyi decides to give it a miss for their reserves of cash weren't sufficient for such extravagant activities. so me, noelle, yujia and kavina went ahead with it while bernice and hweeyi decides to go off bathing..$8 was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;all we need to get to that ride..first came the sky ride..it was superb other then the part where we were suspended in the air whereby i presume it was 2-3 storey high.i was scared out of my wits i tell you!i was freaked out totally. i had serious vertigo.oh man. i di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dn't dare to look down and most of the time i was squeezing myself closer to the seat and shutting my eyes real tight so i won't throw up for the first time of the day. at last i saw the landing platform which appeared really late but i was grateful that it came fast enough. the view from above was really beautiful. it was really serene. i tell you couples out there, go on the ride, it'll really help you with your relationship.its really peaceful up there. so i recovered from vertigo fast enough to grab a head gear and get myself prepared for the LUGE RIDE!!it was much anticipated .muahaha.but before that, we had to get in line and do what we singaporeans are reknowned for..Queue up!!!yes.it was such a long and boring wait other then the frequent punctuated sniggers at ang yujia because something on her butt or maybe her butt was too enticing and she ended up getting molested by this cute little boy queueing up behind us. heh heh heh. it was very very entertaining looking at her trying to avoid t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he touchy boy while we tried to push her to the boy.muahaha. it was too entertaining i guess. her face was pretty red after that. then we got a go on the luge ride!woohoo. okay.sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yujia. i didn't mean to block you but i couldn't control the go-kart. it was like oops, it stopped, oops its going too fast, let's attempt to slow down but the inertia was too great so it stopped again.sorry yujia. i didn't mean to delay you.haha.so we got our adrenaline rush and got up with my butt aching due to the non-stop vibration of the go-kart.ooh..it took a toll on my butt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/kavina%20retard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/320/kavina%20retard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;then we town-ed. me, yujia, bernice, noelle and kavina walked around town while hweeyi had to rush off home.. so we bid our farewells and continued with our towning. i conclude that going out with crescent girls are much more fascinating then going  out with the junior college friends..sorry people, but its my opinion..don't shoot me for that.we went and walked the town area. reminded me of crescent days where we really walked the stretch of town for HOURS. and t'was how we trained ourselves. how convenient ain't it?haha. we went to eat chicken rice first. MMM.really satiated after that although the portion served was minute please. then we resumed towning and they made me try on those horrendous shirts and i was as mockable as a mocking bird.embarrassed..this is what i could thought of at that time.i'm as fat as a cow and by squeezing into those tight fitting shirts and half sleeved things were anything but perfect..oh man..i hope noone ever saw anything i did.especially when they handed me a set of tight fitting longed sleeved shirt and a miniscule skirt....the skirt was even shorter then my shorts!!!do you ever picture me in such s kirts?no go!i refused to wear that so i came out in the tight fitting shirt together with my poofed up shorts and green socks.and i was slouching when i opened the door.well you can't blame me for being unglam at that moment.....ohwell..they named it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the classic&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;don't blame them. i always look this ugly..they decided to laugh their heads off for this. oh the embarrassment...so we walked around..saw some crescentians...at 2230, we reached the MRT and parted ways to find that the train me and yujia intended to take had left without us..ROAR!!stupid train.so we decided to take the same train as noelle and bernice....and we saw this guy from 绝对superstar!!!muahaha!pretty happy, but they seemed to be staring at us..i guess it was because of our shirt and shorts dressing and it wasn't appropriate for towning..oh man. and at raffles place the station, noleelee decides to make a joke out of standard chartered and name it standard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FARTED. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oh my goodness.this phrase sent much un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wanted attention to us directly and the two guys, the superstar one turned and stared.. so we decided to face the opposite direction in which noone could see our face and we tried to stifle our laughter to no avail.haha!oh man..unglam but it was part and parcel of having fun..really miss those days when we were still together..sadness enfold us now for we're all parted and have went ahead with the monotonous life we each possess..so we travelled back to our own homes for the day..i was really happy to see them.it was like a dream come true as in literally!i can never accept that there are boys in my school now for i'm still living a life in which i am schooling in a girls' school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/1600/CRESCENTIAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4372/2535/400/CRESCENTIAN.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;once a crescentian.forever a crescentian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116357316849226991?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-116167482586928796</id><published>2006-10-24T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T15:27:05.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;this post is dedicated to nollee the monkee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nollee the noleelee&lt;br /&gt;has got no lee lee&lt;br /&gt;so she had to go find tiger lily&lt;br /&gt;for some of her lee lee&lt;br /&gt;and so noleelee&lt;br /&gt;found tigerleelee&lt;br /&gt;ate up her lilies&lt;br /&gt;and now got some leelee&lt;br /&gt;however noleelee&lt;br /&gt;didn't see valeelee&lt;br /&gt;in the valley&lt;br /&gt;so valeelee&lt;br /&gt;ate noleelee's leelees&lt;br /&gt;and now noleelee&lt;br /&gt;has no leelees&lt;br /&gt;and thus she's noleelee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see nollee!!i'm such a good person. i actually thought of a poem for you!!how nice right!!told you i'm super nice.haha.i'm waiting for the time when we publish our dictionary of 'backwards' dictionary. okay.let's see. nollee is a dehydrated = de drater woman and she's a diputs and toidi person. haha.okay okay.i'm just joking. i'm just finding a way to use up all our inventions. we've got to put it to good use right. and i guess i just did...haha!!jkjk. and i'm darn sad over the doubts people have over my 'wrong direction in life' already okay!!what horrible *ahem!!* what's that!&lt;br /&gt;aiya.just looking forward to putting our dictionary together.haha!!and guess what people. our newest inventions sounds absolutely fabulous. words like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;al river thaw&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kopi mall&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ehois&lt;/span&gt;!!try to fathom what those words are suppose to mean. correct guesses will get a treat from me!!see how nice i am. nolle shall help to sponsor them while i give out the treats. heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;okay lah.i shall be even nicer to use her real name now. let's hope kira doesn't kill you when i do this.haha. this is noelle teh xiao wen. yes yes. she can be called teh su su also if you want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay..i just realised that i can't upload pictures for the time being...till next time then.haha!!poor noleelee.no pictures of you in my blog. the blog doesn't like you.haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116167482586928796?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116167482586928796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog is as stagnant as some water left in a flower pot ready to breed some aedes. ohwells. didn't really had the time before this. i didn't realise that post exam activities were  much more hectic then it was in junior colleges then in secondary school. well. i now know. and i also have seen through some people's pretentious facade in these few weeks. these few short weeks after the promotional exams have been a real eye-opener. i've never seen anything else as spectacular as this. i've never experience so much trauma yet alleviation, mirth yet  anguish, utopia yet ethiopia all these simultaneously. how great was the idiosyncrasy. i can now put on my tombstone of my experiences in life and how i was guru of life and earned big bucks. oh how i want my life to be normal like some dragonfly's life. die after a day. how fast is their life cycle...borned, mature, hormones rages, have sex, be horny, die off. that's all. simple short and sweet. minus out all those painful procedure of battling with your conscience whether you should tell your boyfriend that actually you're an 'a' cup instead of the usual 'd' cup that you hang on  your chest after much persistant stuffing of wads of tissue or cushion for much needed support. but i ghigly doubt that life will ever let me go off this cycle so easily. probably i'll have to wait a few more decades before 'life' decides that it had had enough euphoria with me and finally let me R.I.P. oh wells.let me start of this post now after much petulance with my favourite pasttime. yes and you've guessed it! let's BEYITCH people!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;alright. let's pick on some person whom we're all familiar with. the gorrilla! i hope everyone still remember her. she's the annoying freak who never fails to agitate me with her constant stealing of my actions words and phrases. through the period of time in which i've not updated on this dusty cobb-webbed blog, she's gone a notch higher. she's taking her irritatingness to an all new level. a new record. and woah is she good at this. i really commend her for how much she never fails to exasperate me. allow me to elaborate. i'm apolegetic for the colour of these words though. this is why i've decided to change the colour.yes. thank god yeah?.haha.yar. okay here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been in her PW group for quite some time. yes, i can't believe it either. either i've been having superhuman strengths both physically and mentally or i must have been mentally retarded all these time to actually have tolerated her absurdity.i'd rather if you chose the first option thank you so much. all these time had i been able to suppress my deep emotions against her and also to tone down my attitude. previously i was shooting down on her. my comments cam down hard on her i guess, it pelted like hailstones. so i decided to put an end to it since we are a TEAM. right. i finally see that a team is suppose to consist of backstabbers and some other members to support the group. how greatful thy is to have such a group. i really should be thankful for not having a complete slacker in my group who only copies ideas of other and occasionally steal phrases from the other team members. and not to mention. i should be thankful that my group excludes those backstabbers that would talk bad behind my back to the teachers and friends or maybe the whole class. then she'll try to bootlick the teacher for extra marks which i think is possible given the amount of curry flavouring(for the noobs out there curry flavouring means to boot lick too.). oh wait. hang on. hold the jimmy wimmies. haven't i just described the gorrilla?oh yes i did!!oh yes yes. i do recognise the characteristic bootlicking and the constant bad mouthing due to her bad mouth odour that seemingly waft into my nostril and trigggering the most adverse reaction ever. i've been gagged so constantly in her bad mouthing that i'm sandwicked between her sarcasm and the supervising tutor[ST]'s taunting remarks. oh well. what else have i got to do. what more do i have to contribute before my contributions can be acclaimed? i mean what's the point of me doing so much and yet she grabs all the limelight for herself and put me in the bad light. alright, i don't mind her takig away all my credits. but bad mouth me? that's just too much for me to handle. i didn't tone down my attitude for nothing. i just wanted to let you feel more at ease and also try to stimulate your limited brain neurones. oh well. at least now i know another fact of you. you have as limited neurone connections as the cactus has any branches. in short. NONE. you shitty neh neh ass. you however took advantage of the situation and turned the table over on me. you decided to take matters in your own hands and bring me down as much as possible. you're really seizing every chance you can to snitch on me aren't you you little mole. no, a mole's too good for you. there's no other beast that befits your malicious actions. i have belittled your abilities i must admit. i underestimated your level of unscrupulousness. i've never seen anyone else stooping as low as you to get everything to your satisfaction. or rather everything YOUR way. really feel like escorting her to this block of flats. request for her to stand there for a moment or so, rush up to the rooftop and leap off landing right infront of her in a splap!and i mean SPLAP! my intestines and brain matter all my a mess of red heap while my eye balls jumps and bounces unto her open palms. or even better, allow the wind to carry my blood  along with it and encrust it upon her face and clothings and never fade off. this will be perfecto!ah yes. you do realise i am sadistic for once eh? i can be worse if she verbally assualts me further or take advantage of the situation to a further altitude. maybe by then i'll box her square in the jaw and aim for a lethal jab on the temple. let her die die DIE!this is only the tip of the iceburg. she has not only successfully turned my supervising tutor on me but my team mates and probably some of my classmates too. like whatever. i dont really heck a damn. you rattle tell tale freak. go rattle off some tales to your favourite caleb then. how about zhenjie? oh!mingjie too?oh!i lost count of how many eye candies you had. aww.its always such a disaster that they all don't appreciate you for bestowing them the title oh YOUR eyecandy. i had this really sweet talk with all of them before and we all ended up talking about YOUR shortcomings and your disgusting methods of flirting and attracting attention. well thanks but no thanks, i'd rather hear no more of it.enough of such abnormal creatures like you. this is how much WE don't sppreciate God for your insignificant yet significant presence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright guys. its more then what i planned to say, this segment of the day has taken much toll on my health having go to fume over such creature and recollecting such agonies. i really hate this school now and i'm getting more emotional then ever. oh well. till nex time, i shall touch on the topic of this creature caled gorrilla and maybe the armpits? and maybe on my life next time. i'd let my poetic self out once in a while so don't you fret. this is the place for everyone. this is nirvana. this is my domain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-116101793545027613?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/116101793545027613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=116101793545027613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116101793545027613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/116101793545027613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-blog-is-as-stagnant-as-some-water.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-115954788645678645</id><published>2006-09-29T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:24:22.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some days don't you just wonder what are we living for? yeah. that question just dawned upon me once more. i guess  it just the pressure of me not feeling stressed over the upcoming promotional examinations while everyone is placing much emphasis on it. it just freaks me out how competition to be the number one in the cohort or rather classes has succumbed over our beloved friendship. i can never see myself giving up on talking and hanging out with my friends just because i want to hang out with books. like come one, you can't bring your textbook for a walk in the park..neither can you put it on a leash and coerce it to listen to your unending hymn of sorrowful whinings.can you? i wonder where the generation of muggers will go to after school..bury themselves in a pile of books and wait for time to wash over them and wrinkle their hugely inproportionate head? alright alright. i shan't whine no more. instead lets talk of what makes us happy. what makes life worthwhile for now. for a short while let's try to cherish what we have now for what might happen the next second is unpredictable. we won't know what will be of us in the next second? will we die of high cholesterol? or maybe heart disease? or over-expansion of our brains that has caused lack of space in the skull for ir to expand further thus it just burst and you're dying of excessive bleeding in the head? probably. t'was the consequences of being too brainy i guess.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;today was the examination of languages. cultural clash i'd say. i sometimes wonder if the teacher's are just pure ignorant or are they doing this on purpose. you never know if they had breached the thin line of prejudice. champions they think they are. 21 champions way. how absolutely brilliant i should say. which other schools would build the front gate at where they want for the sake of the school address at the expense of the pitiful students' energy usage. everytime when we lack an extra ounce of luck, the side gate and the back gate will be shut out before we can have enough time to jostle past them, we'll have to trek up the muddy path that is situated at the side of the school. trudge up that inclined slope. traipse the long meandering pathway before we finally reach the front gate. ah yes. this is the how they develop champions. the SSS have a daily training regiment, we have a daily walking requirement. they run we stride. wow. i see how they breed champions in this school. i see that this is the making of champions ain't it? i'll probably even want to film a documentary on this. hmmm. i shall name it "how to inculcate mindset of champions with a slope and mudpaths." or maybe we can name it " 101 ways to put a student in perile" or maybe even "jeopardize your life with 21 champions way" and maybe we should integrate the school motto into for a sophisticated feel to it. "ad astra, to the stars, beat around the bush and lash back at the students." alternatively, we can input " to the stars, ad astra. to the principal, get a better set of wig." okay okay, as i was broaching on the subject on cultural clash, today i had both my languages examined. general knowledge was first then next comes chinese. how perfectly lovely is this arrangement. they do seem to have given some thoughts of arranging the papers. they seem to understand and intepret these languages as similiar and identical twins. i suppose they one day come up with a consensus of congregating both english and chinese and decide to implement it without much thoughts or consideration. yes. you guessed it. i had 2 papers today. english and chinese. i barely touched it.i was too confused and found much things too bizarre to answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-115894033232832301</id><published>2006-09-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T23:52:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today shall be the day my poetic self reveal itself once again. no beyitching. no gossips. just pure poetic poems. no more strain on your eyes people. relax and let your thoughts flow like glue. sit back. but not too back lest your chair splinter under the tremendous pressure of your weight. but please please please. lean on an approximate angle of 15 degrees. allow 30 cm from your eyes to the computer screen. get some snacks and allow the music of my poem to wash upon you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bustle dies,&lt;br /&gt;the chatter ceased .&lt;br /&gt;Here the darkness enfolds all thy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear and apathy&lt;br /&gt;all thou felt.&lt;br /&gt;Questions and comments do us pelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All but one,&lt;br /&gt;dare remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;Lest from darkness do us run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would that one be amongst?&lt;br /&gt;The filthy rich or flawless poor?&lt;br /&gt;Still you'll find them i assure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. t'was the end of a perfect poem. not really perfect though. its one of my first attempts with poem. not really successful but still i think its nice. it speaks of the situation i was in during gp lesson staring out of the picture perfect scenery outside the window. the pace of life was all time low. cars trucks buses crawling by, pedestrians were strolling their time away, some even idling in front of the traffic light. how perfectly peaceful and serene. never once were they fighting the time. with every tick of the clock, i sat there with all eyes glued to the window pane, wishing that somehow somewhat, gravity could alter its course. allow time to pass by faster at this point of time and allow time to wriggle its way past a strong current in the waters when we're having fun. if this were to happen, life wouldn't have been as miserable as it was now.maybe not miserable, but boring and boorish.everyone is so occupied with their own life. they're too wrapped within their comfortable cocoon to try and savour and probably extend every bit of time available in times of fun under the sun, everyone rather watch time pass by then to try and make the best use of it. ohwells. if this happens, we definitely won't qualify for human.tell me, which human not procrastinate?alright alright. shall spare you of the mental torture that you might be going through now. my eyes are debating as to when should i shut them for the day. well. they haven't decided yet. so meantime, i shall step up on my approach to life. this new approach in life is to mug mug and more mugging.i hope this course in life will remain forever more...so do you don't you?haha. thank you thank you. i know you are amazed by my telepathic skills. oh well. shall stop here before i write another thousand plus words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the day(which has nothing to do with anything i've said so far.) : be prepared to give up what you have. even if that particular 'thing' has caused much happiness or taken up much of your time and brain cells, be prepared to give 'it' up. For you might never know if 'something 'better will come your way and replace this emptiness. without giving up the previous 'thing', are you able to accept the contemporary 'thing'?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-115894033232832301?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/115894033232832301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=115894033232832301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/115894033232832301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/115894033232832301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-shall-be-day-my-poetic-self.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-115833109705474693</id><published>2006-09-15T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:38:17.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THE BEYITCHING STRIKES BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lright alright, i've been a slothful bloke slacking everywhere. i suppose its the stress from the freaking exam bug and the lack of sleep getting to my bones. i'm getting old old old. i've been procrastinating more then ever[the most evident in this post. i'm supposed to be studying by the way.]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;its been ages since i ever bitched about someone eh? i guess not much response have been given to this blogspot. i see infinite possibilities that this blog is as dysfunctional as a dysfunctioning crap. well i guess there's not much to bitch about these days with tensions running high as promos are wedging its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lethal thorns of trepidation amidst little innovians. all i see in the midst of light brown[innova school uniform] are geeks, nerds, twits, nutcases, loony crackpots and probably a few sane ones..[that includes me of course.] exams really strike a cord in everyone's little beating muscle that's no bigger then their fist eh? yeah. probably so, it did so with me so it should do so for the rest too. well. this is the life of a student isn't it? how pathetic. as rupa beng choo used to say[one of the many impressively impressive literature teacher in crescent] " i feel for myself" it implies that i take pity for my ownself and that i feel like a puny mudskipper stuck in the scorching sun[ although there's none now.].  i just hope i can smoke my way through this promotional exam. that'll be perfect. i just want to procrastinate a little more. just a little more time to indulge in self amusment of mocking the rest of the woeful cohort who's mugging their souls out. i see no point in beyitching as evening is nigh.darkness reaches out its formidable claws unto the surface of this little country called singapore.i can sense the poetic nature of my soul emerging. let's set it free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; i don't see the point of education these days. i won't hide the fact that' i've been cursing adam and eve for quite some time already. i was thinking on this lines... if adam and eve hadn't eaten the fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden. if she had listened to the words of God, she probably wouldn't have gained wisdom and we the descendants would probably remain as innocent and pure as ever. we wouldn't realise that standing naked in front of each other was a temptation or embarrassment. we wouldn't be doing hurful things to one another[ like what i'm doing now...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;BEYITCHING] &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;there wouldn't be was or nuclear attacks. no terrorism no rape and murder cases. no run-and-hit cases no evil in this world!!well. this is purely my own thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some examples of what the people of the past think of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;" it is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it"&lt;/span&gt;--aristotle. one of my most admired people of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"training is everything. the peach was once a bitter almond ; cauliflower is nothing but a cabbage with a college education"&lt;/span&gt; --mark twain. another favourite.&lt;br /&gt;so what exactly is education?chew on it people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we think education, we think of the time we waste on education. let's see. by the time we finish junior college, we'll be 18[that is if we don't retain or whatsoever meet up with any hitches] and when we're 18, guys without a doubt will go to some ghost island for what seems to be a reformative training. and the girls? continue the drilling of the heads in university. for those in polytechnics? well after at least 3 years in poly, you get a diploma..&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;whoopdeedoo&lt;/span&gt; for you people. you can jolly well go work or something. idle your time away? none of my business. well if you ever question me. education? its possible to store a million facts in the brain and yet remain uneducated. yes. this is what i think and i stick to it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and think!! when we waste time, we have less time to live for ourselves! we'll be living our a quarter of our life buried in piles of books, sticking our noses into the pages of textbooks in the middle of 3 am and gulping coffee at the last ticking seocnds of 5am? what is this? are we even living? or are we the living dead?here, read these cynical quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;" the supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive."&lt;/span&gt;-- robert heinlein.ain't this totally genuine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;" life is just one damned thing after another."&lt;/span&gt;-- elbert hubbard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think that they say time is precious. what is time without life? even if you have all the time in the world to study, it'll be not your own time. as students we're all enslaved to education. we're enslaved to the books. we're cuffed to this knob in this segment of life. i can't see myself enduring so much. poly people, i've got something to announce. you people are one of the smartest people i ever met. you've made the right choices of not coming into any nacky teddy jc. you are the wise and intelligent people. studies rob us of our time. it deprives us of the real true blue meaning of life.i've no quotes for this subject of time. i've come across a few good quotes but it all doesn't seem appropriate.[like&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; "time is an illusion. Lunch time doubly so."&lt;/span&gt; doesn't have much connection does it? but its agreeable.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in spite of all these thoughts floating in my unconscious mind, i still can't argue with the fact that there are some shootipickable people who are worth my condemmation due to their so called eagerness for knowledge. PUI ARH. yeah right. you big bird brained people. you just want to show off that your brains have more neurones connection don't you? you just want to showcase your brilliance in answering stiff and dead questions on a plain white sheet of paper covered with lines and words don't you? do you deserve to be a human??or rather a living dead??so in order to compete for our space in this world. we study.ohwells.what else can we do? conduct a massacre of the smarts? i highly doubt so.its not worth our effort. so yeah. we choose to study and pit our miserable brain strength against their's. not really an encouraging thought ain't it? i think so too. but hey, i'm trying to be optimistic here! we don't get good grades due to such egoistic fishmongers in our midst. how i wish to eradicate them once and for all. peace to the earth then! we can send them off to mars or jupiter or something. so we won't need to entertain they're mercenary conception of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are 3 messages of the day today. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;3 message of the day! : life is not one damned thing after another. its a damned thing over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;2 message of the day!! : there is a difference between a geek/nerd and me. i do not bury myself in books when i die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;1 message of the day!!! : take no thought of the morrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-115833109705474693?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/115833109705474693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=115833109705474693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/115833109705474693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/115833109705474693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2006/09/beyitching-strikes-back-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-115778005981968227</id><published>2006-09-09T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:13:23.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hear ye hear ye! as promised, i'm back here for another thrilling episode of beyitching time with ME. and today, what I am going to broach of is a tribute to the fish head i mentioned in the last few moment of blogging last night.or rather last evening when the huge ball of fire haven't retreated into the 12 hour slumber yet.[the sun, you bozos.] and yes, this point will i never allow to fall prey to my life long commitment to dementia. however before i start on this captivating chapter of beyitching,[peiyin, this word is fascinating isn't it.very catching too.i don't care.its catching.haha] i simply have to introduce the main characters in this short story. you need some sort of introduction before we can get started. ain't i right? yes i know that, you don't have to nod your head in front of the computer screen. we all know that I'm right. i've officially &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;changed fishhead's nick name to armpit&lt;/span&gt; as suggested by peiyin. i still don't get the relevance of fish head and her eye candy. its so totally unglam and she still wants it affliated to ahem.. so now, I suppose your mind is void of doubts.[if you still do have any, consult ME at the cbox.thank you.] so let's stop wasting time on this nonsensical and naggy introduction and commence what this blog is for. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET BEYITCH PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. let me collate my thoughts for a smooth delivery.no, not giving birth...yes. ahhhhh..i see the mist clearing already..allow me to bring you back to the day i first entered innova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was youthful and innocent. so pure and untainted. woah woah woah..okay. I feel the goosebumps too. ohwells.that's the truth man.accept reality!..anyway, as i was saying. it was not only when i first stepped into innova that i knew armpits and them.[we were from different classes with completely different interest.like me : basketball. them : bimbotic] together with the rest of the crescent clique. but essentially, who we're going to focus on today is armpits. yes, i only knew her then. me armpits and the crescent girls were always sticking to each other perhaps it was the little sinew of interest of looking at hot guys and they not being as bimbotic as the rest of the crowds were. i don't really remember the exact reason now. but we were as close as the closed door you see behind the police headquarters. we were always together during lunch. however armpits and the other girl being crescentians for 4 years or so, having braved all winds together they were much closer.. they were never apart except when they're in the toilets. but yes we ate lunch together, we hang out together as gossip gals, we spied on hot guys and girls together, we even joined canoeing together and i always enjoyed playing bball with them although she was darn effiminate. i still enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, my friend[joey] invited me to heart of god church..[hogc] being a catholic, i was comprehensive but unable to reject his repititive attacks of good intentions, i dragged armpits along. we went for two times[ not in a row of course] together. while i was still apprehensive she was already indulging in the male attention she was getting. being the normal masculine self, i was uncomfortable. by then, we knew quite a number of people there. so intent was she on going each week and inviting her best friend along[peiyin lah..duh.] i couldn't object. i complied. and this compliance brought much sufferings and misery for the three of us. one month into this intimacy with God we found ourselve being drained of personal time. armpits didn't seem to mind. she was more then thrilled to be able to go to church. with each successful or would i sadly say obsessive trip, so enslaved to the church was she that she laid eyes on this big doofus. okay, i don't bear any grudges against him, but i don't see the reason of him being the apple of armpits's eye. i mean, there's so many other hot guys in innova like[ forgive me for writing this everyone but these ain't my choices] wilson, yinhao, juibian, jason, kenneth chai, pointsheep, yisheng or worst come to worst.....tommie chen[whom i think is really hot]] why must she chose with such....such an annoyingly appalling taste. that's just alright with me if she wants that punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together with the rest of the crescent people, I suspect that armpits is treating church as a breeding place for her prospective husband. ferreting around, poking her nose into every guy's business in the church was what she really wished for. every week, going to church meant anxiety, anxiety that she won't look good enough to entice the guys. anxiety that her prospective HUSBANDS would fall for another babe. short skirts[no mini skirts in case her trotter are spotted], revealing tops, tied up hair with thousands of clips to mount all the falling hair. pouting of lips and constant deliberate blinking of eye for emphasis of her eyelashes were proudly executed. doesn't she sound like a complete package for the next beyitch awardee? yes. this was how we contemplated her actions. her messages we ridiculously ridiculous. as in she was never sending such message like "hey c1 is having a lunch in pizza hut tomorrow!its going to be great!are you coming?" or sometimes, this message zeeouw-ed [yes MY phrase] me:"hey!can i say that you are not going to church today because of pw?" like hello?. you are even deciding whether i go church or not? this is really preposterous. totally harebrained. i can stand this no longer.. there was another incident of her coming all the way to out houses, claiming that she was going to TAKE us to church. right. take us to church? coming right to our doorsteps[ i bet she peeked into the church records for the address.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;where is our privacy?!?!?&lt;/span&gt; ] its way too much for us to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay peiyin.i shall stop blogging and do a word count in this again. peiyin is right beside me now. conscientiously doing her chemistry while i'm engrossed with this whole saga of armpits.ohwells.shall stop here then. please leave a tag if you feel injustice for us too. we've decided that hogc isn't such a religious place after all. its more of a place for indulgence. there's too much to be written. i've to split them up into two parts.hmmm. for the second part i guess i've to observe the crowds' response then.if you want the second part to this. write in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;KEEP YOUR HORMONES IN CHECK, NEVER ABANDON THE OLD FOR THE NEW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-115778005981968227?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/115778005981968227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=115778005981968227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/115778005981968227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/115778005981968227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2006/09/hear-ye-hear-ye-as-promised-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-115771262893531554</id><published>2006-09-08T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:20:34.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay..so this is my first entry ever.oh man.okay this is nerve wrecking.i admit i've never used a blogspot before.ohwells.yes yes yes.i'm a late bloomer.but better late then never.i just hope my studies can bloom a little earlier.otherwise i am but a piece of bacon waiting to be fried in the pan.alright.let's see.where do we start from..hmmm.everything seems to be untold and unheard of .i guess i just have to start from where i deem as the beginning to the beginning. let's start from my eye candies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah!i've 2 official eye candies!yes two.okay.its not a super-colossal scoop. but its considered an achievement for me that's it.dont look down on these two eye candies. let me tell you.they're one of the best or rather TWO of the best.and what's even better is that. i'm not like those beyitches around school.and i shan't be mean on my first post and name them out one by one. well okay.allow me to side track for a moment. not up or down but left and right side track.these beyitches are evidently too atrociously desperate. Let me state the heinous crimes committed by them. they flirt with guys of all sizes, all ages and all cynicism. this statement comes from intent observation that was disguised as a deep while of stoning or daydreaming[yes they are different]. even if the guy is short, grossly obese and proudly possessing a monstrous paunch. i suppose they don't even mind plunking their stick-like arms around their porky shoulders while inhaling the fragrant scent of masculine body odour even as they continue to utter in their monotonous rumble of how their day went without an extra plate of chicken rice and how they tried to survive a round in the track. with a frequent spray of showers of blessing i don't see why they would want to seduce such pea brained and egoistic horde. i mean even if its a nerd[i'm obsessed with a good-looking nerd at the moment] make sure that he has proper hygiene and manners not to shower you with wet blessings or at least have a change of shirts after a workout or something. its not as if singapore can't do without another pungent whiff after a breeze from kranji carrying the aroma of chicken poop pounces a sudden attack on you. and not to mention that mindless chatter and callous talk is unwanted for?well i suppose they think they look hip if they do all the above mentioned.oh well.its up to them if they want to think like that. its NONE OF MY BUSINESS and i would love to MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of this. i have just made up my mind that in the far future.and i do mean far far future..that i'll initiate a local brand. they're NOMB and MYOB.yes.the proper enunciations are no-m and me-ob.nomb and myob.and yes i'm sure by now that you've realise what they stand for.don't worry if you haven't. you can just be contented with a label of loser on your forehead. and yes don't worry, it won't ruin your make up or whatsoever you've got on your forehead. so for the welfare of these losers, NOMB = none of your business MYOB = mine your own business. and these two brands shall be incorperated into one mega store selling t-shirts, polo tees, make up materials, stationeries, etc etc. you name it, i'll make it. i'm pretty convinced that my creative juices won't run dry on me just as yet.yes. rest assured it'll be 100% original by me.yes solely by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!hold on.i realised i have a serious problem when i sidetrack.if you hadn't realised.i had completely sidetracked!shootsidaisy[oh yes.this is MY word and its copyright.if you want to use it.inform me please.seek my permission if not, you shall be condemned to eternity of bites by ME you'll realise what it means to recieve bites from me later on in this post].yes.where was i?oh yes.my lovely eye candies.not one.but two.as the chinese saying goes..good things come in pairs. oh i forgot to tell you again.my dementia have seem to be settled in deep hasn't it.my eye candies consists of a guy and a girl.yes yes yes.i'm a girl and i shouldn't be having a girl as eye candy. but this is just another social stigma isn't it? who says girls cannot envy girls? its similiar as boys comparing eight pacs behind toilet doors. ooh look at mine!touch it touch it..ooh!!like it or not?we take eye candies for the sake of visual comfort. so we'll just have someone we can take as our model. so yeah. i'm not crook. i'm not ashamed to say i WAS crook.but that was WAS now is IS; see the dissemblance within?yes. so to balance this irregularity out. i've got a GUY eye candy recently.really recently.like a few days ago?and this is another great piece of news hiphip CRESCENT![another new way of cheering by     ME]this explains the KCKRCMH thing i have on the left side in small green font.if you would care to notice anyway. and i saw my eye candy today!!the guy one..he was in the last blue room of the second floor library.oh my goodnessly suave was he.haha!i don't care if he's a nerd!he's got a hot body and a sexy deep voice to go along with it.tell me.who won't fall for him!he's super cute.but one flaw.he's white.i've something against white guys.they look like braised chickens.ohwell.he's white BUT still cute.i've fallen in madly for him.as in no cuts no bruises just a slight fall.well the girl eye candy was MIA.she's forever MIA.but i receieved her message a few days ago thanking us for the cushion we made for her birthday[me and peiyin made it, but most credit goes to peiyin].she's still my number one eye candy.she's a bball coach and she's forever this cool.as cool as a bumblebee.[MY phrase!]so these are my eye candies.if i ever have a chance, i'll put up their photos,but first, i've got to get close to them.or rather steal their photos online. this is the delicate line of disparity between me and the beyitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another gargantuan gorilla is currently in my midst and she's realy pissing me off.well. to prevent intrusion of privacy, let's just call her gorilla.and what a load of pissing has she bestowed upon me. all her crappiness and her loud so called whisperings[but to me a ruckus] is getting on my nerves.well well well.where do i start?where should i begin to exhibit her superbly executed annoying skill?i shan't waste time on her yellings and flirting in class attracting much[i'm bereaved to say that it was attracted] spotlight unto herself.[it seems to summarise everything doesn't it?] well she has incurred my wrath and has stolen MY phrases without MY premission and have passed them off as her own. phrases like (eh, tell you a secret.i need to shit.) or (Bite you arh!) yes, that's my phrase you see at the end of this post.its MY phrase. this hell of a gorilla copied not only my words, but my actions and my phrases!!![words as in suckerfied and phrases as in doo you arh!].she can jolly well be a copywriter in the bookshop lah.go copy how the bacon sizzle in the pan and how the ant screams when people trod on it.that will be the ultimate copier ever.no detail will ever be lost and it will be exactly the same.there was this incident. i initially suspected that she was copying me without paying the copyright taxes. so i decided to give her a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i asked her politely :" B**Y** why are you copying my words!dont' leh.they're copyright."okay everyone, please put on your seat belts. here's the climax. here's where everything goes weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B**Y**:"got copy meh?where got copy?i've been using them since secondary school?its my phrase!!"i saw blood red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:"got meh?*strained smilehow come i never heard of it before when i first came to this class"[i was transferred into this class by the way]adrenaline rushing everywhere. enraged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B**Y**:"yeah!you cock-ear what.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah..this was it.cock ear was MY phrase.i said it most of the time.this is the limit.where everything comes to an end.i summoned my courage and mind you . i have NEVER scolded my friends before.and i never repeat what i said before.but for the benefit of everyone who's reading this. I NEVER SCOLD MY FRIENDS.this was the last conversation with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:"piss off man." and i walked away. this was the last time i ever talked face to face with her. and now, i never talk when she's around.i turn my back on this gorilla and i condemn her when she's talking.she don't deserve to be copying my copyrighted stuff.she's a piggomaniac!!![MY phrase].she's such an arse.ohwells.whatever.shan't talk about her no more.completely ruins my mood.so the moral of the story kids?never copy..be 10000000000000000000000% original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.i've enough of ranting for a day.i think you are tired too having to follow my train of thought.oh well. tune in next time for more complains.i've got much more. and i assure you. its 100%true coverage by ME.no i'm not egoistic by caps locking the ME i'm just emphasizing on what I did.yes.what IIIIII did.one day i've got to have my own dictionary.its called the noeval dictioanary.[by me and noelle teh xiaowen crescentians!]you've got to support it!i'll be selling it in my shop of MYOB and NOMB. remember to come and see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog was done up by Lai PeiYin.haha!muackz muackz!!haha!&lt;br /&gt;ooh.so ahlianified.haha!ahliansahlians piupiupiu!don't worry peiyin.i won't forget to mention some fishhead with a ponytail who regards church as a place to flirt and sleep during sermons tomorrow.its too much for the readers to take.we must out the readers' interest in the first place shoudn't we?so yeah.for more luscious gossips, tune in the next time. till next time, keep in mind.............BE ORIGINAL BE YOURSELF.like me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-115771262893531554?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/115771262893531554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=115771262893531554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/115771262893531554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/115771262893531554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2006/09/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34054029.post-115770169776122281</id><published>2006-09-08T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T15:48:17.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>muackx and kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34054029-115770169776122281?l=spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/feeds/115770169776122281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34054029&amp;postID=115770169776122281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/115770169776122281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34054029/posts/default/115770169776122281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiritedfantasies.blogspot.com/2006/09/muackx-and-kisses.html' title=''/><author><name>PureCrescentian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195006043996957290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
