<?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-38035058</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:02:57.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears-Of-Nature</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-1732752311459878743</id><published>2008-05-01T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:52:29.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want you to know</title><content type='html'>I hear a sound,&lt;br /&gt;A scream,&lt;br /&gt;A cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked&lt;br /&gt;I told&lt;br /&gt;I begged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hear you out&lt;br /&gt;but will you hear mine?&lt;br /&gt;Who will hear my tales&lt;br /&gt;When i can't speak.&lt;br /&gt;Who will understand&lt;br /&gt;When they don't hear my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should know&lt;br /&gt;How it feels&lt;br /&gt;To be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold out here. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried but it was not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not easy to be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-1732752311459878743?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/1732752311459878743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=1732752311459878743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1732752311459878743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1732752311459878743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-want-you-to-know.html' title='I just want you to know'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-8994142656459333463</id><published>2008-04-18T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:42.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn out.</title><content type='html'>This week has been seriously hectic and tiring for me and probably, for everyone else too. I have been to the clean room everyday except today. Well at least occasionally, we do funny things in the clean room. HAHAHAHA! It's really retarded. Let me explain. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Occasionally, when we have nothing to do while the young supervisor is scanning the images, my partner and i will explore around the clean room or basically just sit there and CHIT CHAT! (yes the supervisor is doing our work while we enjoy) There were times that i saw some cool goggles and went to try them on and i was looking around for something which has reflection and i will just ask my partner if it was nice. Randomly, i said i wanna bring it home (yes my supervisor is still in front of us). HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So most of the time we will just be sitting around and chit chat. I tell you i can talk about the most retarded things under the sun and make everyone laugh, yes even my supervisor. There was this once that when we were all sitted in front of the computer, one disk dropped behind us when no one was there to touch it or anything. So i was like "Okay so the clean room is not that clean after all. *gives panic face*" Then from then on, i use it as something to joke about. Just yesterday early in the morning, we have a scan a series of patterns of different magnetic fields, so i casually asked my supervisor, "How many fields?". He was like "oh secret. Cos' if i tell you guys how many, you all will scan slowly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay let's take a break from here. No actually, BECAUSE MY OTHER SUPERVISOR WANTS US INTO THE CLEAN ROOM AGAIN! oh my god. what the fug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so im back after scanning 7 images and was told that there are no magnetism, which will mean that i scanned for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuing from the top, I said " So i think we can only finish off 2 fields today because maybe the 'thing' in this clean room heard us and make the errors in the machine again! LALALA!" Everyone just laughed and then after the location of the first pattern, we continued with the scanning and everything. Until the last image of the second field, the error came up and it seems like a fatal error that we have to shut down the machine and because we are nearing the end of the day, we just scanned TWO series. It's a little freaky how well my instincts work. LOLOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing is that, remember i always sleep in the clean room and thought that the supervisor did not notice? HAHAHA! Seem like he has been watching and he asked me just yesterday "Why are you always so sleepy! *laughs*" I was like oh my god! You knew! I told him that i'm only like that when i'm in the clean room! hahaha! I tell you, i can sleep instantly when i enter the clean room. Let me explain. Normally when you fall asleep and probably nap for a few minutes or so and wake up, you won't feel as sleepy as before especially when you have someone important near by. For my case, i woke up feeling really awake, then almost instantly, i shut my eyes again with my head facing downwards and i was sitting just a few centimetres away from my supervisor. HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to update all of you, yes i slept just now when i was in there too. LOL! He didn't say anything because he knows that i'm like that and i have training yesterday i think. Cos i was talking about training earlier and complaining about some stuff to my partner and he was totally laughing at me. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty, I lost my mood to blog already. I shall blog soon once i have the mood again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hope training will get better in the days to come. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty PICTURESSSSSSSS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190465730775534850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SAg9FPW2zQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2fRquPVAVoI/s320/IMG_5647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Woolala! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190466125912526098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SAg9cPW2zRI/AAAAAAAAAYs/kyj090WRLsU/s320/IMG_5648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Debra was so running behind us. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190467294143630626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SAg-gPW2zSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/H-Q-Z5vWGlc/s320/IMG_5650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So she caught up and did a sexy pose. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190467745115196722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SAg-6fW2zTI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0WhYI1O1Nlo/s320/IMG_5652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;To end the entry, here's my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;model&lt;/span&gt;ishious self portrait. HAHAHAHA! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-8994142656459333463?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/8994142656459333463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=8994142656459333463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8994142656459333463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8994142656459333463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/04/worn-out.html' title='Worn out.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SAg9FPW2zQI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2fRquPVAVoI/s72-c/IMG_5647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-1926040662879048088</id><published>2008-04-15T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:44.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Alrighty. Since i said i would blog during office hours, i would although i already missed Monday. Lets just see what i can remember alright! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay let's go back to last &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Friday &lt;/span&gt;when we played against CJC in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Time capsule activated* (lol.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before anything happened, i was really excited that day because we could actually play in our own indoor court which is very very difficult to book. When i got to school, i was told that some faggot refused to give us the key to the store room. So i went on to actually ask for it with a depressing voice and even using an external school, CJC as one of the reasons why they should make an exception, they refused to give it to us. Yes i admit that it was our fault for making our own arrangements with the camp-head to take over the indoor court and only informing you all on that day itself but COME ON! The very least was to say no politely and give us something better than "I don't wanna be held responsible for any serious injuries after that". All they did was to give us some fcuked up attitude and gave the "why are you still talking to me" kind of look. Seriously, if i am graduating the day after, i will so burn your hair and skin you all alive. Sad to say, we still have to work closely together for 2 semester because you guys have the authority to many things. Dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after telling the bad news to the CJC-ians (whom i apologised like some pathetic bugger), we decided to play outdoor. The match was really good and we learnt many things from each other. We even exchanged comments on our skills and weaknesses of the team. Cool stuff. Here's the results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NP 1 : CJC 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we didn't win, i still wanna say we did well. Learn from the mistakes and really, just let yourself out and play without any pressure. I do know that sometimes the pressure of the competition and also the pressure from the team-mates (like me) are high, but please, even so, we should not put any pressure on ourselves because like i said many times before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let yourself go when you are playing a match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one will care how you shout and scream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The louder the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let not the worries and emotions affect you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us all get high and only then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all will truly enjoy playing a game"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; when we played against RJC at their school. The atmosphere was the same as the first time when we were there except that we entered RJC through the gate last time and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;CLIMBED&lt;/span&gt; over the fence this time. There were many more other players. When we entered the indoor hall, there were 2 people who caught my eyes. One was the one who played against us before and was already about half a head taller than me. The other one, who was new, was ONE FULL HEAD TALLER THAN ME! I was like "Okay Shawn if they're playing in the match, you're so guarding them yourself. *smiles*" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after recovering myself from the obvious physique disadvantage against us, we went on to do our warm up and everything thing and then commerce with the matches. We were really giving our everything in terms of voices, strength and skills. I guess it is true to say that we will all be more on-form when we play indoor ( or at least for me ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the results do the talking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NP guys 5 : RJC guys 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NP girls 2 : RJC girls 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying that they suck or anything. They are decent opponents especially with the tall giants around. I must say we really did very well and people did surprise us with their skills that day. For example, the thunder ball from my idol hit one of RJC team's head left us in awe for quite awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bottomline is: We really did well. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after the match, we went to J8 and slack for a little and went back to rest all of our asses because we all woke up really early. Dee and i went to take 56 and met Alicia at the bus stop and guess what did we do there other than talking about Italy and travelling? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;CAMWHORE!&lt;/span&gt; (yayness) All credits go to Debra for bringing her oh-so-handy camera! HAHAHAHA! How many? It will be revealed soon. HEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;, if not for WeiXiong (Junior)'s message telling me he's not going to set up the booth for CCA fiesta, i would have CLEAN forgotten about it. Trust me i even planned to give tuition to my cousins at the time we were suppose to meet in school. HAHAHAHA! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well in the end, Dee and Kinn were the ones waiting and when i got there, we went to set up the booth. Shortly after Travis came. Ronnie was helping the water polo so he came and said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;HAI&lt;/span&gt; (you know what i mean leen? *winks*) Well it basically took us like 10 minutes to set up the booth so for the rest of the time there we......&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CAMWHORE AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt; (yayness x2) We took a few pictures in front of the booth and when we were on our bus journey to queensway, when shopping in queensway mall and of course, in IKEA (unfortunately our purpose was not fulfilled because the cafe closed down. bye meatballs). Trust me, we totally had lotsa fun just by taking pictures with all the things around. HEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now now. Anyone wanna give a try in guessing how many pictures we took in just two day? ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY EIGHT pictures. (yayness x3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really had fun when everything is piling up like nobody's business. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, we thought that we would be doing nothing but surf the net again and everything but apparently we had to enter the clean room and watch our supervisors scan the images. Oh and one factor is that, EVERYTIME i enter the clean room, i will fall asleep like almost instantly after i am sitted. GEES! Trust me it's not my fault or i am sleepy. It's the air inside okay! It is highly intoxicated with sleeping gas so that it can drug the people inside and if &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;hot people&lt;/span&gt; (like me) goes in, they get raped! Luckily i was blessed enough to have a partner to guard me. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA! Okay so during lunch time, our supervisor asked us to eat with him while another keep scanning till we are done with lunch. So as expected, we ate super fast and it only took us 30 minutes to take our lunch. That's like the fastest time since i came to this company and i suspect that they know about us taking 2 hours lunch time everyday. LOLOLOL! Well it was no biggie eating with him because he's really nice. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly for &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, nothing significant until after lunch. We went for a presentation whereby we become critics and we can comment on the presenter's slides and her presentation. So like always, i posted the most criticism and questions in the room of...20? They are a mixture of mostly positive comments. Well i'm not called the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ultimate Critic&lt;/span&gt; by my classmates for nothing because they have witnessed a massive gunfire onto a team who posted my team a few questions when we were presenting last semester. Basically i just returned them 2 times the questions and difficulty of the questions they asked. I love how fast my brain reacts when it comes to screwing people's lives. HAHAHAHAHAHA! :X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Alfred, now you know why you shouldn't challenge me. Cos' i'm well-trained! :D~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay this post is far too long and if you manage to finish this post without even stopping to think why you are even reading this or stopping to take a break, i congratulate you because you are insane to read such a long post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Dear ALICIA, this is what i called LONG POST! NOT LIKE YOUR'S PLEASE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yayness x4, work's gonna end in 40minutes. Woots. ((: i'll let some pictures in to fill up more space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189398650445810786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SARyk_W2zGI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-HTVfTc7Ps0/s320/edited2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The cool people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189398989748227186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SARy4vW2zHI/AAAAAAAAAXc/9DWQX8IxvTs/s320/edited4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The mixture of the sexes. woots *winks*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189400007655476354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SARzz_W2zII/AAAAAAAAAXk/93MXSWJI8rU/s320/IMG_5625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We basically stood in the middle of the path every 5 steps and decide where to go. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189400329778023570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SAR0GvW2zJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/rwRqRCeKcw8/s320/IMG_5633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I believe i can FLY! SPREAD MY WINGS AND FLY AWAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189400776454622370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SAR0gvW2zKI/AAAAAAAAAX0/yGYYM3zcThs/s320/IMG_5634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They just wanna see whose hands are longer. Duh it's pretty obvious. It's Alicia's. HAHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189401248901024946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SAR08PW2zLI/AAAAAAAAAX8/9JYpMEoeQrw/s320/IMG_5638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;YES IM IN QUEUE! DON'T POKE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189401644038016194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SAR1TPW2zMI/AAAAAAAAAYE/CwDqTIK7CTA/s320/IMG_5637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;MUACKS TO THE CAMERA MAN! i mean woman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189402064944811218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SAR1rvW2zNI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FQk-SYe6CCU/s320/IMG_5642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I was trying to FLY again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189402481556638946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SAR2D_W2zOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/kLVWjQH_47w/s320/IMG_5645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot-licking good. Kay gross. :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-1926040662879048088?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/1926040662879048088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=1926040662879048088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1926040662879048088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1926040662879048088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/SARyk_W2zGI/AAAAAAAAAXU/-HTVfTc7Ps0/s72-c/edited2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-4685693988443320953</id><published>2008-04-10T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:44.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woots.</title><content type='html'>I am back for another update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been updating a lot lately isn't it? And so, you all should frequent this place more often now. HEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stomach was not feeling well yesterday morning and this morning (as usual). Tell me why do i ALWAYS get the feeling in the morning. Gees! From the previous entry, i said i would go home early and play but instead, i went for a run again. This time i could not complete the route i took on monday. I was super hungry for some unknown reason and my stomach was growling like mad. I had no energy to run either. So i was forced to take a shorter route instead. Another factor is that because i ran the longer route on monday and had training on tuesday, my legs kinda gave way and were aching like hell on every step i took. So it set me walking for quite a bit. When i stopped at the traffic lights, i used my towel and wipe my face and got a shut eye for mere seconds and i felt that i was going sideways. HAHAHAHA! No i didn't faint in case you people are wondering. I'm just hungry okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah one more thing. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM GAINING WEIGHT&lt;/span&gt;! Like YAYS FINALLY! (No one eats Mee Rebus, Dumpling noodles and old chang kee for lunch ONLY and don't get fat okay) Nothing much to be proud of though. I wanna gain meat over at the different parts of my body like the arms and shoulder and according to JOCELYN ( yes you ), i'm gaining more meat at my abdominal portion. In case anyone's wondering OR anticipating me to have FATS and tummy, you people can stop hoping and praying because i totally toned them down and got them back in shape. Hopefully i still maintain my weight at 59.3kg. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my mom about the weight gaining issue and she was like :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wah you're heavier than your mom!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was like :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"DUH! If im lighter than you i can so fly already please"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i wanna say something that i already found out long ago. i have BROAD SHOULDERS! HEEHEE! I thank my Mom for throwing us to swim when we were young. HAHAHA! However i thought swimmers should have long bodies? Mine's like, short. Long legs, short body. LOL! Typical &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;MODEL&lt;/span&gt; features! LALALALA! Yes people it's time to be JEALOUS! MUHAHAHAHAHA! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay good news is, we've got the indoor court and the better news is, the CJC-ians CAN MAKE IT! oh yeahh! It kinda got me excited and scared to be playing against them in their own ground you know. As in they're used to the indoor court but we have been training outdoor. I don't know about my teammates but i'm usually on-form when i'm playing indoor. Especially when i have audience. HEH! So let's hope for a good game. No matter who win, we will all be friends still between the two institutes. I mean how can people not be friends with hot people? (trust me this time im not referring to myself. HAHA!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CJC&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RJC&lt;/span&gt; rematch will be on tomorrow and on Saturday. Let them have the same score as the first time we played because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Playing a game is about winning and losing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i am not ready to lose yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's do this NPVB! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PIG-CHERS! :)) Pretty long ago though. About last month? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187491510292828802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_2sC0pb0oI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3lybO5Uq-qI/s320/Photo0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They made me squeeze with them on a small couch for this. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187491931199623826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_2sbUpb0pI/AAAAAAAAAW0/ThcHkfrfq9s/s320/Photo0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was take-two but i thought why look the same when i can look different! ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187492699998769826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_2tIEpb0qI/AAAAAAAAAW8/52adKfnMZ2s/s320/Photo0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This picture has been the girls' wallpaper for awhile that night. HEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187493052186088114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_2tckpb0rI/AAAAAAAAAXE/MkHPgeqzqmI/s320/Photo0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;YES BELIEVE WHAT YOU SEE! I AM READING! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187493275524387522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_2tpkpb0sI/AAAAAAAAAXM/T3nfRcOO8Cw/s320/Photo0031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh-so-sweet! Yes it's actually a foursome instead of three. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4685693988443320953?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4685693988443320953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4685693988443320953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4685693988443320953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4685693988443320953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/04/woots.html' title='woots.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_2sC0pb0oI/AAAAAAAAAWs/3lybO5Uq-qI/s72-c/Photo0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-7398079568536338692</id><published>2008-04-09T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:45.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated</title><content type='html'>Okay again i didn't quite do much in the morning again. HOWEVER, i did do something that really irritated myself a lot. My god how can anyone be so......URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say it's some irritant out to bust my phone bill.&lt;br /&gt;First JT said the friendly is cancelled. So already quite disappointed, i messaged the guys team and Felice, who will settle the girls, about the news.&lt;br /&gt;Then, after settling the attire, JT informed that the friendly is up again because he made a mistake. So i had to message everyone again about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because of ONE FRIGGIN' thing he said, i had to bust so many messages. For those who replied, thank you for confirming that i got the message across and for those who didn't reply, please just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;. You all just assured me that i wasted my messages. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we can still stay as friendly because i may just get really aggressive and attack any of the RJC-ians. LOL! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so to inform people who actually comes to my blog and not the news blog, please wear our WHITE JERSEY on Saturday. For the guys, please wear anything &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i really hope that the CJC-ians will tell me the good news so that i don't have to message everyone to cancel the Friday match. *prays* PLEASE! I will go mad if this goes on. Please refer to the NEWS BLOG for more updates!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now for the day's report. It will be a blank page. I so did not do anything today. Oh yeah! That's besides the point that i almost got caught while watching anime when my supervisor came to ask us to install some program. WOOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping BUT HEYYY! today's wednesday! I can go back home early and PLAY PLAY PLAY! like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;YAYS&lt;/span&gt;. LOL! Okay i'm just really bored and felt like typing that's all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more tomorrow. Stay tune! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. im still praying that the CJC-ians will make it on friday. RAWR! and i need to camwhore soon. *hint alicia to take pics on friday hint* &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and before the camwhore session happens, here are some past pictures of the HOT people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187166391664834002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_yEWbYG9dI/AAAAAAAAAVs/w8aXbjPcf6c/s320/DSCF1560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always ready for the camera :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187166782506857954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_yEtLYG9eI/AAAAAAAAAV0/By7ofmDy2e4/s320/DSCF1570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The sweetestest. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187167164758947314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_yFDbYG9fI/AAAAAAAAAV8/L6-IvnmDV_s/s320/DSCF1578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cliche but hot. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187167486881494530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_yFWLYG9gI/AAAAAAAAAWE/r3ujxAL0pQo/s320/DSCF1604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Super candid. That black girl is now a fat cheena girl. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187167933558093330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_yFwLYG9hI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_t3JuK6GfGQ/s320/DSCF1611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;You can see a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;model&lt;/span&gt; in everyone. Just that i outshine everyone. LOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187168363054822946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_yGJLYG9iI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Myj9GItopyc/s320/DSCF1637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yeap. That thing that Lin's holding is non other than our dear eerah. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187168749601879602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_yGfrYG9jI/AAAAAAAAAWc/EvWFxvd4yPU/s320/DSCF1642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh c'mon. Gimme a kiss? *mega winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187169273587889730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_yG-LYG9kI/AAAAAAAAAWk/b2FMgqBZq_c/s320/DSCF1571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And yes, i miss them all already. :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-7398079568536338692?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/7398079568536338692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=7398079568536338692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7398079568536338692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7398079568536338692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/04/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_yEWbYG9dI/AAAAAAAAAVs/w8aXbjPcf6c/s72-c/DSCF1560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-7891667993190802541</id><published>2008-04-07T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:46.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not?</title><content type='html'>I haven't been doing anything since morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of things that i did:&lt;br /&gt;Reply Lin's email and threaten her to reply fast. :)&lt;br /&gt;Upload last week's weekly report&lt;br /&gt;Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Sit around and rot like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of some stuff happening now and in the past, i guess it really inevitable for people to come in and out of your life just like that! *snaps fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were given responsibilities and yet, they just didn't wanna bother. That kind of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANGER&lt;/span&gt; to these people is not possible to explain with just any words in our vocabulary. Why can't they just think of the priority and not be so self-centred and childish? Who the hell do they think they are? We don't need the attitude and we definitely don't need no one like them. I shan't talk much about this issue because i don't wanna dirty my blog with contents of such people. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, what would you do if you have a good friend who is getting closer to someone who is attached and also got to know that the other half don't know how to react to your friend. What would you do? Ask your friend to get out of this problematic situation or simply let this friend dive into this and face many other problems next time? If i was in that kind of situation, i would choose to make their lives easier by leaving them alone. Sacrificing myself is better than making the world go upside down for everyone. Isn't it true? So what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you had a choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you choose to be happy or sad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you had a choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you dive right into the pit and be the problem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or would you sacrifice yourself to help others?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you had a choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you choose to be the problem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or solve the problem despite knowing that you will be taking the damage alone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To end things on a lighter, happier note, here are some pictures from the day before the birthday of your's truely. HEHEHE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186771061400073586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_sczLYG9XI/AAAAAAAAAU8/54GGaxFpdVA/s320/DSC00082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We are COOL BEANS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186771379227653506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_sdFrYG9YI/AAAAAAAAAVE/PV_rdwYJm7M/s320/edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The HOT PERSON :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186772208156341650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_sd17YG9ZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/J9tYCXBlz8w/s320/SL370558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That ice-cream need some stare to taste better. Like duh! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186772491624183202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_seGbYG9aI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6JXse56AZFQ/s320/DSC00728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't see a stick-man pornstar that often okay. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186772826631632306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_seZ7YG9bI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qdzOPizPcWA/s320/guys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We so look like a boyband. DON'T YOU THINK! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186773513826399682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_sfB7YG9cI/AAAAAAAAAVk/q33fHG81WOM/s320/sexy+legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You don't always have to take pictures of the sexy faces. The legs are hot too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-7891667993190802541?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/7891667993190802541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=7891667993190802541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7891667993190802541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7891667993190802541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-not.html' title='Why not?'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_sczLYG9XI/AAAAAAAAAU8/54GGaxFpdVA/s72-c/DSC00082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-5046196241058963711</id><published>2008-04-02T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:34:03.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawns.</title><content type='html'>What's life&lt;br /&gt;If we're dead&lt;br /&gt;What's love&lt;br /&gt;If we're empty&lt;br /&gt;What am I&lt;br /&gt;Without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just thought of some philosophy when i came home. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Why is life always making it a fact that when one like another, the another will not reciprocate the love and yet fall for another and never the one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of you can already agree with me. I'm already seeing people nodding their heads. Well there's another thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Will two be friends when the love don't work the way they wanted / have never started?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Things for you to think about before i go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Oh i provide emo kits for people who needs them. It also contain a step by step methods of killing yourself. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cut wrist&lt;br /&gt;2) Drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;3) Jump off the building&lt;br /&gt;4) Hang outside the house of the person who cause you to emo ( i don't wanna see bodies at my place tomorrow morning please.)&lt;br /&gt;5) Talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are highly recommanded to take all of the above except 5) because i think that would be instant death and you won't have time to think about it. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I craved for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you craved for another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will give up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the heart which is already taken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will let you go."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY Edric is sleepy. I'm 1 hour late for bed! GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODAYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edric; out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5046196241058963711?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5046196241058963711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5046196241058963711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5046196241058963711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5046196241058963711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/04/yawns.html' title='Yawns.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-8379510546633128094</id><published>2008-04-01T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:47.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>OH YES! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For people who knows, i finally finished my presentation that i have no idea what i was doing. YES THE ONE ON PATTERNED MEDIA! HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh guess what? Now we're not getting anymore presentations. So other than going into the Clean Room on Wednesdays and Fridays, we are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;! YES FREE! YAY! I love my job now. So on Wednesday and Fridays, i won't be bringing my laptop. My hands are finally free on these two days of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I basically checked friendster, my mail and also blog hopped already so might as well update one of my own! HEH! Okay since i have the time, i'm gonna come up with the list of people who wished me on my birthday and if i remember, those who wished me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;LATE&lt;/span&gt;! Of course, and those who didn't wish me at all. HAHAHA! Oh the ranking will not include the people who spent their time with me the day before my birthday. LOTSA LOVE MAN! &lt;33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*At number zero, it's MISS YONG who went for YEP and wished me earlier although she did wish me on time too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Filzah - Always been the first for two years in a row now. GO GO SEXY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Cedric - I will always remember the GIANTIC box of chocolates you gave me and the booklet. THANKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Debra - PARTNER! YOU CALLED EXACTLY AT 12pm! Sadly i wanna try something&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Alfred - Dear diana, you're not the first but HEY! number3 for you old hag. HAHAHA! Thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Darrell - Although you still have very mean mouth, thanks for remembering! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Nad - I wished for you to be a biatch again. HAHAHAHA! Thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Nicholas - Bro, you are 5 person late. HAHAHAHA! Kidding! Thanks anyhow! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Michelle - HEY BIG GIRL! we have to meet up and gossip although you graduated already! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Hai-darling - Although you forgotten about it, but you woke up and wished me. thanks ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Munirah - HEY BABE! thanks yeah! we shall come up with a name for you soon! HEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yikai - my god and i thought you already forgotten when you called for the C prog book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yi Long - YES IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! HAHAHAHA! Thanks bud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Travis - Thanks mister hangover-everytime-after-sentosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Alicia - Yes im hot i know. HAHA! thanks less-hot-model :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Eileen - dear TALLIE! i wished you to be shorter. Looks like it's coming true SOON! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Paul Immanual - i had to trick you to wish me a happy birthday! HAHA! thanks boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Yong lin - I was darn suprised to see what i saw BUT THANKS! friggin' email me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jocelyn - THANKS AH. we shall work together just fine! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*YaoKhuan - Thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Alan - I really thought you did but you surprised me. HAHAHA! thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*HuiRu - you better do well for your exams if not i'll charge you. HEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Melvin - thanks alot boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*WeiXiong - Don't be retarded! i won't grow older looking that you! LALALA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jessie - Haha thanks MISSY! I have to work too so no you didn't wake me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Tay Min - EH alfred is the old hag. I'm the hawt person! (: thanks ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Felicia - HEY GIRLFRIEND! thanks for the well wishes. BIG HUGS! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*KunHan - hey man. Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jillian - HEY DA JIE! haha! thanks worx! HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Dawn - oh hey. Thanksssss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Larry - FAIRY! woots. We're 19 now. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Cassandra - hey girl! you turned 19 2 days after me! HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Felice - thanks retarded woman :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Atticus - I thought you forgotten already ya know. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Rahmat - you retard! stop calling alfred boy! HAHAHA! yes mat please organise outing (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Xing - HEY BOYFRIEND! thanks for the message. I hope you like the card i sent you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jhonson - you dumbass. You're darn late. I bet you saw my gifts at home and remembered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sisi - thanks. you've always remembered! and i haven't seen you for like centuries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Hasan - you NNPS! you wished me soo late. you owe me lunch. rawr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Alicia - yes yes. you can be the last but you already wished me the day before! HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Stanley - No worries man! you already wished me the day before! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Kok Kun - adik ah. YOU ARE LATE! RAWR! heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Roman - yeaps thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Shannon - HEY! you're another one who always remembered. I haven't seen you for ages!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i can't really remember the people who didn't message me but wished me because i kept all the messages. Here are some people i wanna thank too.. Alex, Ming yao, Ronnie, Wei Kiat, Alvin, Tommy, people who left me comments in facebook and friendster. If i miss out anyone, sorry! I don't have good memory and everyone knows that! HAHAHA! oh and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;calvin&lt;/span&gt; who wished me 13 days late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so update on the presents i got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- "Why Procrastinate" book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Adidas sports pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Voodoo doll look-alike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gang's board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fossil wallet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you people for contributing to such wonderful things in life to make people's day! well at least you people made my day although i had to work on my birthday! hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay enough of my birthday. Just this recent saturday, the NPVB club guys and girls team played against the CJC teams. We have all put up a good game and of course, we all can improve ourselves on skills and many other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results Broadcast:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NPVB vs CJCVB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys - 4 : 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls - 0 : 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the girls didn't win, but hey, you girls did your best and i'm sure you all can improve on things too! We will be having a rematch with RJC and CJC again. We will show them what Ngee Ann Volleyball is about alright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the guys, we put up a good fight and also a good game. It was under the scotching sun and we still manage to nail it. I am sure in the near future, we can play really well and i can promise you guys that IF TIME PERMITS, we will have many more friendly matches with the other JCs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us all train hard for it alright? NPVB! WOOSH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures time! wiu wit! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184191933538825490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_HzGLYG9RI/AAAAAAAAAUM/hQKqXB9ZplA/s320/DSC00926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;They just confirmed that CJC is really one of my favourite JCs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184192960036009250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_H0B7YG9SI/AAAAAAAAAUU/N7YrIFf_nw4/s320/DSC00927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really, they're fun. Can't wait to play against them again! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184194003713062194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_H0-rYG9TI/AAAAAAAAAUc/xZ9etncyBmc/s320/DSC00928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And here are the gals! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184194527699072322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_H1dLYG9UI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZnrOmNrDO6A/s320/DSC00929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;SUPERGIRL-MAN! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184194897066259794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_H1yrYG9VI/AAAAAAAAAUs/EyK4q-871vs/s320/DSC00930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And here are the extremely hot people. the 17 guy's just way hotter! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184195279318349154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_H2I7YG9WI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WX0YFIIaHhU/s320/DSC00931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay maybe they're not THAT hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Birthday pictures will be up on the next post! This post is WAY too long! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-8379510546633128094?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/8379510546633128094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=8379510546633128094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8379510546633128094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8379510546633128094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R_HzGLYG9RI/AAAAAAAAAUM/hQKqXB9ZplA/s72-c/DSC00926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-7398206329774389173</id><published>2008-03-27T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:59:47.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadline</title><content type='html'>I am now risking my head to blog early in the morning because anytime now, the supervisor will be here to ask us to enter the clean room ( a room that is very clean ). Maybe i'm having the phobia now since he caught me playing wahjong just a few days back! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so anyways, catching up on the things i've done and things coming up soon, i'm actually quite a busy person! HAHAHAHA! I've been wasting alot of time in the office and apparently i have to rush my presentation already because i have no idea what i'm doing now and of course, the deadline is on April 1st. Let's hope that the supervisors don't punk us on that day because i will really break down and die. LOL! Patterned (Magnetic) Media anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking this morning about how much i sleep per day. Apparently i only sleep about 6hours or less a day and as compared to the 10 - 13hours i used to sleep during the holidays, i'm using almost half of the sleeping hours usefully (i think). As for weekends, i doubt i can slepe that much because i wanna make my weekends useful and meet up with friends because i doubt i can meet them during the weekdays. So let's just call this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Great Edric Sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case some people don't know, NUS Engineering Faculty is actually like a state in China. Mainly because 80% of the students here are from China (as seen or heard by their accent) and even one of my supervisors is from China! So when he tells us some machine parts or whatever process in Mandarin, i will just nod my head without actually understanding what he said and stare at my partner and whisper to him "Okay what did he just say? You do understand right? No? Okay we're screwed." So some people must have already realised that i have been buffing up my Mandarin a lot nowadays. Oh and i slang in english too. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! I was right not to play Wahjong in the morning because he came right at us while i was typing this post earlier. Thank GOD i'm smart. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to rush my research man. I'll update more things when i have the time OR feel like it. HAHA! Okay i'm high. Must be the Tau Huay ( Soya Beancurd ) i ate during lunch. Hopefully i can get really high again while having training later or even better, tomorrow morning when we are playing against CJC! I was really high yesterday during training and holy cow, i was super on-form (ahem not like i'm not on-form all the time but yesterday was just super!). Well i guess a game really depend on who are playing with you and of course, against you. Tomorrow will be playing with one of my favourite JCs, so let's just see how much are we willing to put into the game shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A game is about winning and losing,&lt;br /&gt;But i am not ready to lose yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's just go for it and feel the competitive atmosphere and WORK IT! :)) Afterall according to a reliable source, CJC have been training everyday regardless of rain or shine. OH MY GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. Edric's out. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-7398206329774389173?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/7398206329774389173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=7398206329774389173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7398206329774389173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7398206329774389173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/03/deadline.html' title='Deadline'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-4405505765616137874</id><published>2008-03-22T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:12:08.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day after Easter</title><content type='html'>I bought myself a super big Adidas bag.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, no more miserable bulky bag!&lt;br /&gt;One thing down, many more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i got for Birthday,&lt;br /&gt;A short sports pants&lt;br /&gt;A book.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone who bought these for me.&lt;br /&gt;And of course,&lt;br /&gt;the board done by the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I busted 70bucks on the bag.&lt;br /&gt;But the company was good.&lt;br /&gt;Always been.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;Sport's camp show case tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4405505765616137874?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4405505765616137874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4405505765616137874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4405505765616137874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4405505765616137874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-after-easter.html' title='Day after Easter'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-1043532097871859793</id><published>2008-03-16T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T10:07:41.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>13th March 08 - Happy Birthday&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Alfred, Wei Xiong and Yao Khuan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th March 08 - Happy Birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Wei Kiat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th March 08 - Happy Birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tong Yong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th March 08 - Happy Birthday&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th March 08 - Happy Birthday to myself, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Edric&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th March 08 - Happy Birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Desmond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th March 08 - Happy Birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cassandra, Philbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22th March 08 - Happy Birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alicia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th March 08 - Happy Birthday &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Xing Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore birthdays i will update. i will update more on the birthdays. this is just an overview. Loves. My wish for my birthday : Everyone will be happy. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-1043532097871859793?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/1043532097871859793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=1043532097871859793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1043532097871859793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1043532097871859793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthdays_16.html' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-3633382331688486346</id><published>2008-03-12T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:11:08.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>I am really dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;Slept like a log at the staff lounge earlier.&lt;br /&gt;But i slept really early nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should start sleeping at 10.&lt;br /&gt;IF i reach home earlier than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH!&lt;br /&gt;I snapped a picture of the machine we use to scan the disk.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; wearing the jumpsuit.&lt;br /&gt;The only time that i will look that fat,&lt;br /&gt;Is the time that i am in the clean room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streamed "Star Dust" online and have yet to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Because our supervisors want us to be in the clean room again!&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;After eating one plate of chicken rice and a bowl of chicken porridge.&lt;br /&gt;and YES im growing fatter! (like finally)&lt;br /&gt;Wait till i become 60kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, here's part of my shopping list. Apparently it's still growing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dammit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- A sports bag (this is a NEED)&lt;br /&gt;- Shirts and Berms ( I've looked ragged enough)&lt;br /&gt;- White shorts&lt;br /&gt;- Wallet (*hint derrick coughs Gucci coughs*)&lt;br /&gt;- HANDPHONE ( i hate mine now)&lt;br /&gt;- A backpack (*hint Alfred*)&lt;br /&gt;- External hard-drive (My pictures are overflowing!)&lt;br /&gt;- New Headphone&lt;br /&gt;- Stock up more food at home (i'm having my second puberty)&lt;br /&gt;- Laptop bag. (Hopefully a new laptop too)&lt;br /&gt;- New slippers ( I have a feeling the current one is leaving me soon)&lt;br /&gt;- Ipod ( The one i have is showing symptoms of death too)&lt;br /&gt;- Lotsa good books. Genre like the below stated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty i can't think of anything else. But if i have i will compile them again. Going to shop for some of them. I'm so busting my account. Hell no. I think even if i saved up all my money for attachement, i can't even get half of the things there. lololol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go off work! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;DIE!&lt;br /&gt;Clean room is actually fun.&lt;br /&gt;Cos i get to play with the equipment and program&lt;br /&gt;and get a new hair do.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-3633382331688486346?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/3633382331688486346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=3633382331688486346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/3633382331688486346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/3633382331688486346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-4353476176942080976</id><published>2008-03-10T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:47.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Okay presentation tomorrow at 10 30am tomorrow. &lt;div&gt;Wanna guess how long we have to last for each of us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TWENTY FIVE MINUTES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY GOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's hope that i can nail it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterall, it's my first assignment over at the campany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did my weekly report just yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the length came out pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 pages long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far i have the most pages among all my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the staff lounge to slack again during lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked about lotsa crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From how i can born from a rock and destroy the world with my "gui pai qi gong"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To how an alien spaceship get stuck in Edmund's ass and bumping onto Pamela Anderson's humps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then talked about building another World Trade Centre on top of Edmund's grave after he die with lotsa lightings and fireworks everyday and showing "Edmund's grave" on the building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of these, i realised that everything doesn't really matter as long as we laugh out loud together with our friends and have lotsa fun together because afterall, we are going to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that kept me going than to let me think so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176108641811888450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R9U7YrIG-UI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pgp7IqCNNxQ/s320/freedom.bmp" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176109062718683474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R9U7xLIG-VI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Hy-XnGF3Paw/s320/freedom2.bmp" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so after lunch i this title caught my eyes "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Freedom Writers&lt;/span&gt;". That was the movie that i wanted to watch but had no time and since i have a little time to spare, i streamed it online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;IT WAS OH MY GODLY NICE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regretted not watching it in the movie's but i watched it online and it was really worthwhile. The show made me really speechless. Very inspirational. I've always liked this genre of movies and books. Like how people fought against racism, how people fight just to survive, how much one has to sacrifice for another. The teacher, Miss G, sacrificed her own marriage for the class that she took charge of. At that point of time, skin colours mattered. However in her class, it doesn't. She persevered on to make her class "colourless". She made it and she earned her respect she deserved along the way. I really really really liked the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would give 8/5 stars. ********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get books like that. I read two of these books i found in my house and im planning to get more. Found some over at popular but they were very expensive. Maybe i should research some of the books in Borders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presentation tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Results on Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4353476176942080976?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4353476176942080976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4353476176942080976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4353476176942080976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4353476176942080976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R9U7YrIG-UI/AAAAAAAAAT8/pgp7IqCNNxQ/s72-c/freedom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-8020215751782586624</id><published>2008-03-09T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T08:27:58.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 1</title><content type='html'>I have finally finished my weekly report after spending hours infront of the laptop and reading the notes i've noted everyday for the week. My god trust me i've typed and typed and typed. I've gotten 5 pages of weekly report. I think i have the most pages among all the interns if im not wrong.Well we'll about it soon. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem is, i don't know how to upload it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh shiet.&lt;br /&gt;Now now. Someone please?&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, gotta work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Adidas bag's strap gave way when i was running for the bus a few days ago. So much love gone in a snap. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'll come up with a shopping list soon. Like when i have the free time at work. WHEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Work &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dammit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the-who who may read this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-8020215751782586624?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/8020215751782586624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=8020215751782586624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8020215751782586624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8020215751782586624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-1.html' title='Week 1'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-2056393675111239930</id><published>2008-03-07T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T07:04:51.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKEND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH YES&lt;/span&gt; the weekend is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a great day for our match.&lt;br /&gt;We will and we shall play at our very best&lt;br /&gt;For we've come so far&lt;br /&gt;And tried so hard.&lt;br /&gt;LAI AH NGEE ANN!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if anyone ever is thinking of watching the show,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Be Kind Rewind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i BEG YOU ALL&lt;br /&gt;DO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; WATCH IT!&lt;br /&gt;It's an absolute waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;Stream it online and you'll see. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2056393675111239930?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2056393675111239930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2056393675111239930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2056393675111239930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2056393675111239930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend.html' title='WEEKEND!'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-5189705246943203321</id><published>2008-03-06T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:48.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R8-2xde_mbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jR5fkVLX7eo/s1600-h/P%26Pedited.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174555457716459954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R8-2xde_mbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jR5fkVLX7eo/s320/P%26Pedited.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I have said earlier, i watched the show &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; online. I only have one word to describe the entire show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plot and everything. The plot, the storyline, the gentle humor, the characters, and most of all, the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. I would definitely give the show 5/5 stars. *****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way they acted is just plainly beautiful and elegant. I know people might have watched it already and so i will just cut short on it. The ending wasn't so good maybe because we didn't quite expect that it would end just like that. It actually set me smiling when the show ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, not to forget the 5 sisters. The prettiest two among the two are Jane Bennet and of course, Elizabeth Bennet. Jane, the girl with so much elegance and maturity with the mind as pure as a baby, and Elizabeth, the wild, rebellious girl with a mouth of ruthless words. The beauty of the entire story is how Mr Darcy and Miss Bennet fall in love with each other. The most unlikely couple yet the expected one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it. Back to research. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5189705246943203321?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5189705246943203321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5189705246943203321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5189705246943203321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5189705246943203321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/03/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Pride and Prejudice'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R8-2xde_mbI/AAAAAAAAAT0/jR5fkVLX7eo/s72-c/P%26Pedited.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-4128975633094969782</id><published>2008-03-05T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:57:23.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>Welcome to another News update on our 10:30am News. I am News Caster Rodriguez with you this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier we've received news for day 3 and day 4 altogether from our very own reporter, Edric. It has too much information for us to decipher. We've connected him on the line now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello it is me, Edric, again this morning with you. The weather has been pretty bad since the days ago and today's no exception. It has been raining since early morning which got me drenched while heading to work. Has Global Warming starting to take effect on our poor globe? Or is it just the tears from Heaven onto our poor souls? We'll know about it soon when we have our news reported back at studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now moving on, it was the first time i was in a clean room yesterday. The one that we have to gear up just to protect the room from us, the bacteria carrying personnels. So it was pretty fun until i started to get drowsy again after a morning nap from 8:30 to 9:30am. Then the fun part comes in. We had a 2 hours lunch break and when we got back to office, we were streaming movies to watch. I watched the show "Material Girls" which set me laughing and in awe at the same time. So we did not really do many things on that day it self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain today has been dampening the mood especially when my partner took half day leave for his driving exam that is on about now. So i have plenty of space to be "in thoughts" when i'm seating by the large windows and playing songs on people's blogs. Man, you guys need to put more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; songs into the imeem song list because i'm tired of my own itunes. So if your blog has visit counter, i definitely contributed the most. Been streaming this movie, Pride and Prejudice, since 9am. I may just do a movie critic after watching it. Afterall, i've got many comments on that movie being the one that you have to watch. I have to at least do some research on the presentation next week before i start to rush in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune to our 10:30am News report and win the reward for being the most loyal New reader. Till the next report, this is Edric reporting LIVE at workplace. Now back to you Rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another wonderful report by Edric. Let's applaude his work and hope he is doing well over there. Here's something that he didn't say, his mom got him snacks to bring over to work place to keep him away from hunger. Aww how sweet. Well that's all for our 10:30am News update. Catch us soon for more updates okay? *winksssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 10: 52am.&lt;br /&gt;"Proudly brought to you by the Retard.inc"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4128975633094969782?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4128975633094969782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4128975633094969782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4128975633094969782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4128975633094969782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-2100857879847025745</id><published>2008-03-03T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:46:03.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day two.</title><content type='html'>*Plays start-up news song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for watching the 10:30am news, I am News Caster Rodriguez. We have just received news on the things that our very own reporter, Edric, has been doing at work place. Now we've contacted him and let's get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waits for Edric*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, i am now over at work place doing research on the internet which the server rejected the use of MSN causing major boredom around in the atmosphere. The Radio cannot be streamed online either and the urge of getting a short nap is killing. What's more to this tragedy? The hunger. Yet lunch time is still 2 hours away! Many research and reading to be done yet my mind just can't concentrate but daydreaming and thinking of what to eat later. Now you can ask me what am i thinking when i am doing the research. Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully on a good note, this is a good working environment because we get a desk to work in and the spacious space allowed around us. What's more is that my seat is just next to the window. The supervisors are really nice people and i am quite sure that we can work together just fine for the next 23weeks and 3days. My partner is quite a quiet guy but still we're talking okay! He just streamed an anime online and we watched it with the fear of the supervisors coming. Sensual! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be doing the same thing for the next few days till we're done with the presentation of the fundamentals next week. So stay tune to our daily news in the morning for more juicy updates. This is Edric reporting LIVE at workplace. Now back to you Rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Edric for the report well done. We hope you all the best and we'll talk again tomorrow. We thank you for staying with us in the 10:30am news. Catch us and our juicy updates and retardedness tomorrow. Good morning. *does the trademark smile :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Plays end news song*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Check: 10:42am.&lt;br /&gt;"Proudly brought to you by the Retard.inc"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2100857879847025745?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2100857879847025745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2100857879847025745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2100857879847025745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2100857879847025745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-two.html' title='Day two.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-4605731385421621739</id><published>2008-03-01T10:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T10:14:17.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED!</title><content type='html'>Attachment is coming!&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;yawns.&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me from the coming monday and bring me back in time.&lt;br /&gt;PUH LEASE!&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;br /&gt;Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;Training for 5 days straight has really made many things improved.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, making my thighs really huge and it's aching like mad.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the match.&lt;br /&gt;We are all gonna work our very best for it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes we will!&lt;br /&gt;WOOSH!&lt;br /&gt;If the match is to be cancelled by any means,&lt;br /&gt;You'll know if that ever happens.&lt;br /&gt;Still we all hope that it will never be cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, we put in so much effort in this.&lt;br /&gt;Many things to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Too many.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;As long as i don't have time to start letting my mind wonder.&lt;br /&gt;HEH!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up everything,&lt;br /&gt;fullstop dot com dot sg/edricthesupermodelisout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4605731385421621739?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4605731385421621739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4605731385421621739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4605731385421621739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4605731385421621739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/03/tired.html' title='TIRED!'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-4203216029726565593</id><published>2008-02-26T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:48.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R8RYf4Z44UI/AAAAAAAAATk/kI7ieaCNohQ/s1600-h/c20677bdfeedbae9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171355576868331842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R8RYf4Z44UI/AAAAAAAAATk/kI7ieaCNohQ/s320/c20677bdfeedbae9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's leaving,&lt;br /&gt;A land far away.&lt;br /&gt;Together hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;With the consorts they've found,&lt;br /&gt;Together heart to heart.&lt;br /&gt;To a land where &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; no longer is important&lt;br /&gt;A place where only each other exist.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's going away,&lt;br /&gt;To a far away land.&lt;br /&gt;I, too, will be.&lt;br /&gt;Far from everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Except you.&lt;br /&gt;For you are near to me&lt;br /&gt;Right there,&lt;br /&gt;In my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The empty chamber&lt;br /&gt;Which is so frequently covered with empty promises and disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;For what i expected&lt;br /&gt;Was just a mere reply.&lt;br /&gt;Just a slight concern&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit of attention.&lt;br /&gt;Just a tiny bit of the love i'm sharing.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4203216029726565593?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4203216029726565593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4203216029726565593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4203216029726565593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4203216029726565593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/02/consort.html' title='Consort'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R8RYf4Z44UI/AAAAAAAAATk/kI7ieaCNohQ/s72-c/c20677bdfeedbae9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-4907807740823441771</id><published>2008-02-22T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:49.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounce and AWAY!</title><content type='html'>I'm just glad that it's over. Like really happy. Now i don't really have time to be depressed over those friggin' papers which almost took my life away because i only have one week before attachment starts! AHH boo. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(and for those who wanna know where i'm attached to, you all just gotta ask me yourself! HEH! I'm sure everyone will know that place regardless).&lt;/span&gt; Well look on the bright side, i will have things to do in the holidays and during school days! A whole new experience! YAY! (right....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay everything's still going good. I hope. Had lotsa weird dreams. Had one nightmare, one weird dream about Yong and Koh and Dee, and many many many people! Weird huh. People, if you all wanna visit me, please do it face to face and leave my brain alone! It needs rest after a whole day of retardism. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt; (like FINALLY! i find it really weird when my mom ALWAYS says "sentosa AGAIN?" when i haven't been there for ages) tomorrow and i've decided to be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOOD BOY&lt;/span&gt; and sleep early so i WON'T be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169856031986606338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R78Eq4Z44QI/AAAAAAAAATE/hJPF_dDxDs4/s320/DSCF1455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Okay i promise not to let this go up friendster but not a blog. Sorry Alfred. LOL! Just look at how retarded our dear felle is (since forever). Oh and of course, Alfred who got hit by her wonderful small pink bag/wallet ( can't remember what that was). That was SO FUNNY that we almost rolled on the floor laughing while walking towards the bridge. Good times, isn't it? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169856852325359890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R78FaoZ44RI/AAAAAAAAATM/K05LF9igXA0/s320/DSCF1401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's something for everyone who cares about Alfred. He's doing great and he's modelling a car with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;. That was his finishing pose. Gorgeous! ( i know he's having exams now so he can't see this in time before everyone does.) I think i'm evil. I think i shouldn't be doing this but.......oh wells!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169857556699996450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R78GDoZ44SI/AAAAAAAAATU/wdPiozVq0K4/s320/DSCF1403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here you go. The Models(luts). LOL! (we didn't dare to touch the car because we were scared that the alarm might go off. :X)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169858067801104690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R78GhYZ44TI/AAAAAAAAATc/GqL99vKBUjk/s320/DSCF1379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This shall be the finisher of this entry. Featured &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALFRED TAN ENG KIAN&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;MUNIRAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! So much love. Don't you all agree?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I still wanna be best man okay, Alfred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've found paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhere where everyone is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Except you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4907807740823441771?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4907807740823441771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4907807740823441771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4907807740823441771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4907807740823441771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/02/bounce-and-away.html' title='Bounce and AWAY!'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R78Eq4Z44QI/AAAAAAAAATE/hJPF_dDxDs4/s72-c/DSCF1455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-9004744209623759675</id><published>2008-02-19T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:58:51.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUGS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can i have one now? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-9004744209623759675?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/9004744209623759675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=9004744209623759675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/9004744209623759675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/9004744209623759675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/02/exams-stress.html' title='Exams Stress'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-2852851882071813182</id><published>2008-02-15T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T08:50:15.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;A look into the reality&lt;br /&gt;A plain piece of reflection&lt;br /&gt;A piece of what is left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A rotten face&lt;br /&gt;A rotten character&lt;br /&gt;A fool lying to himself constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard i try,&lt;br /&gt;It is never enough.&lt;br /&gt;I should give up.&lt;br /&gt;Yes that's it.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that has been following me in my shadows&lt;br /&gt;The one that kept up when hopes and wishes receded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Yes i am no good looking.&lt;br /&gt;Yes i don't have a good character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2852851882071813182?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2852851882071813182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2852851882071813182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2852851882071813182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2852851882071813182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/02/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-8036946129810115159</id><published>2008-02-14T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:29:07.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in the end, you're the one who stayed by me all along.&lt;br /&gt;Despite how much i don't want you around,&lt;br /&gt;You stayed by me.&lt;br /&gt;Let our feelings slowly develop into true love.&lt;br /&gt;Let us make lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lecture notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take me away : A secret place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhere with only me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And butterflies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-8036946129810115159?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/8036946129810115159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=8036946129810115159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8036946129810115159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8036946129810115159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s day.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-2813965657589574292</id><published>2008-02-09T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:49.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R629foZ44PI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SUopwU6qDek/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164992698783424754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R629foZ44PI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SUopwU6qDek/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/span&gt; is a show that i think everyone should watch. It shows how noble love is and how much one is willing to sacrifice for it. It, too, shows that love is, afterall, forever. Although i did not watch the entire show throughout, i did watch most of the parts and got what they were trying to put across. The show was about an old man telling this novel to this old lady suffering from dementia. The story is about a man who had to leave his lover for her own good. After years and years, despite having another lover, he still thinks about that love that he was forced to give up. The lady, however, got through it until she chance upon the papers with her ex-lover featured in while trying on her wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, then, went to the town he was in and look for him. That's when they found out that they are still deeply in love with each other. The story goes on from there on and it's for you all to find out. There are many touching moments that i know will make people drop tears. The moment whereby they revealed that the old man was reading the old lady their story. Despite having to deal with the fact his lover will forget who he is the very moment, he persevered on and read her the story many times. I like the way how they featured two old couple telling the story. It's very "Titanic" but it's good. Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the near end of the show, when he ended the story, she recalled that the story was about them and teared. After the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;last dance&lt;/span&gt; for the night, she clean forgotten who she was dancing with. She screamed for help and the nurses came in with the doctor close behind. They held her down with her struggling and also to suffer the pain of the injection of the tranquilizer. Imagine all that was done onto the one that you have spent your life time loving. Yes that old man witnessed it and teared because he could no longer hold back watching the pain that his lover had to go through everytime. The doctor had told him once one have dementia, it's impossible to remember again. Yet the old man strongly believed that she could and she did. For that mere 5 minutes, he was happy to have her back. I salute that old man. It's not just the typical love story you watch in the movie's or teevee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you known the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pain of keeping mute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mute about the secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A secret that can never be told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The secret about loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pain of not being able to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The regret of not telling you the day you left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day was the day you left with my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day i died in your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2813965657589574292?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2813965657589574292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2813965657589574292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2813965657589574292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2813965657589574292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-in.html' title='Day in'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R629foZ44PI/AAAAAAAAAS8/SUopwU6qDek/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-353494433541843620</id><published>2008-02-08T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:49.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BusRides</title><content type='html'>First thing first. STANLEY'S HOUSE IS SUPER DUPER BIGGGGGGGG! Exclamation mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was at Stanley's place the entire day today. Had lotsa fun in that mini gambling den. Initially thought that okay it's New Year so i guess it's okay to lose money to my friends, but it turned out, Yaobibi lost the most. LOL! Me, on the other hand, won quite a bit! muhahaha! "Du shen" possessed. *waves*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been collecting red packets over at my grandmom's place on the eve of new year and the chat that will only take place once a year, the chat with cousins. I talked to the cousins in the local universities now and it really did make me wanna go into uni more now. One being in NUS and the other in NTU. My god you have no idea how smart they are. lol! I was talking about my attachment and thinking of what other topics i can find to keep the conversation going. Afterall, we only see each other once a year. LOL! Sad but true. Anyways i gotta start studying soon. I really wanna do well. LAI AH! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i tell the some retarded stuff on the bus earlier today when i was heading home from stan's place. I was listening to my mp3 and i happen to fall asleep on the bus ( the usual). Then i was sleeping and sleeping and when i woke up a few minutes later, i was looking around. Then it took me a few more minutes to realise that my mp3 is out of battery. To think that i was happily listening to the empty headset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh another thing that i realised when i got off the bus. As it was at the interchange, so both the front door and the middle door will open to unload all the passengers. So i walked up to the front one and alighted when this pair of mother-and-son came behind me after alighting at the middle door. The boy stopped for the people alighting at the front door and guess what did the mother say? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"People alight from the bus is none of your business. Why did you stop? Don't stop! Keep walking! They will watch out for themselves one. It's none of your business!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After i heard what she said, i turned back and stared at her and laughed at her. I pity her son for having such a selfish mother and thankfully, the son was not even listening. Oh and ironically, the mother is not skinny *hint*. So if anyone were to block the way, she is definitely the one. This is why foreigners are laughing at us, Singaporeans. I happen to read the headline of this article on this Taiwanese celeb laughing at Our english and made an official apology in his blog. Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so moving on, when i was walking home, a lorry stopped infront of me and an indian lady opened the door and asked where is some block. I directed her showing her that she should go straight from where we were and turn to the right. And because there is another junction before the one that they should turn, the lorry turned to the left. I was like whipering to myself, "go straight. go straight. GO STRAIGHT LAH!" But nonetheless, they still turned out of the district. Well at least i did gave her the right direction. I think. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next when i was walking at the level i stay in, another indian lady was standing by the door with an umbrella at hand. She was knocking onto the door and i was like feigning as if i didn't hear anything and wanted to try to walk past her. Then she called out. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Boy, can you do me a favour? There's a lizard on my table. Can you get rid of it for me please?"&lt;/span&gt; I was like "What? Where?" Then i looked and saw this lizard lazing on the table and i can't believe what i did. I STEPPED INTO THE HOUSE! I actually stepped into a stranger's house and help her chase the lizard away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After everything, i suddenly felt like blogging because i think i've done alot today. Well definitely feel good helping those people out. At least they asked me politely. I'm such a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GOOD BOY!&lt;/span&gt; MUAHAHAHAHA! (: (okay i know there will bound to have some controversies over at my tag for putting that two words down)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay anyways, Happy Lunar New Year everyone! Oh and good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Edric the super hawt model. Out. (Another controversial topic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164682568504947682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R6yjbrFjs-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/ozewKIbZfN8/s320/SL370406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and THAT's during the AGM night. Photo credit to Jocelyn in the middle! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-353494433541843620?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/353494433541843620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=353494433541843620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/353494433541843620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/353494433541843620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/02/busrides.html' title='BusRides'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R6yjbrFjs-I/AAAAAAAAAS0/ozewKIbZfN8/s72-c/SL370406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-6066143439155149618</id><published>2008-02-06T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:50.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who once said, "If you become the committee, i will come for training everytime". I told him, "I will be. I will become the president. When that happens, you better come for all the trainings. *laughs" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah laughter it might be but when i said that, i already had the mind set of making it. Okay maybe not the president, but one of the committees. I have made it. I have made it to the committee since the start of year two. I have kept to my promise. Yeah you have been keeping to your promise too. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But probably for a whole new reason now. LoL! Good luck!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training has been fine. We're gonna be playing against RJC-ians on the first day of March! YAY! So we'll all be working hard for the common goal now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well and here's a small part dedicated to my partner:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's work hard on you-know-what and play many many many! WHEE! Lub euux deep deep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Yong (Bracey) WaiEn (Wei en) is currently away in M'sia for Lunar New year. HAVE LOTSA FUN OVER THERE! All the mahjong and bullying of your cousins. LOL! *stares*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iron Ladies 2 was on tv earlier and it totally made me wanna play well even more. Pushes me more. Lai AH! JIA YOU! WOOSH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, Happy Lunar New year everyone, including&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;you from the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will take all those attitude now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For i am looking at the big picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want this to be of anyone's fault.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it be gone and let it be through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For many will be affected by this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look and listen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For i will not repeat again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This will be a warning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lest a threat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't take attitude from no one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you think you're showing it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to change your attitude,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or i will change you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163785723498967986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R6lzwbFjs7I/AAAAAAAAASc/770A77V45-4/s320/DSCN1339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reading. I really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163785976902038466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R6lz_LFjs8I/AAAAAAAAASk/wNTD_va_iDs/s320/DSCN1318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And when you have lotsa leg hair and you happen to READ near MISS YONG, this will happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163786389218898898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R6l0XLFjs9I/AAAAAAAAASs/0sEiadrTyQU/s320/DSCN1316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh there's my partner helping the very cool, me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-6066143439155149618?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/6066143439155149618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=6066143439155149618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/6066143439155149618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/6066143439155149618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R6lzwbFjs7I/AAAAAAAAASc/770A77V45-4/s72-c/DSCN1339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-4324661355659338313</id><published>2008-02-02T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T06:59:33.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End.</title><content type='html'>It has been a week since i blogged. I shall just go a little into my interview and then to the wonderful night yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interview was pretty screwed up because i was late! Well maybe because i waited for the bus for 20 minutes. I was out at 2 pm and waited till 2 20pm. After i boarded the bus, i thought at least the bus would be fast, like it has always been. I was so so so wrong. That &lt;a href="mailto:*%^$&amp;amp;#*&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;@$^%"&gt;*%^$&amp;amp;#*&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;@$^%&lt;/a&gt; uncle stopped at almost every bus stops and waited for the bus infront to go. Okay i had to take 151 to NUS so there was 154 before 151. So normally the buses will miss one or two stops because the bus before can bring the passengers. However the bus actually waited for the bus to go! The bus actually stopped at every bus stop, even those stops without anyone waving for the bus! Normally it will only take me 20 minutes max to reach my school but it took more than 30 minutes that day. What more i had to travel further to NUS! What a biatch. I had to run upslope all the way to the company because they already called me and told me i was late and the interviewers were waiting for me already! I was totally f*cked at that point of time. I almost killed the bus uncle. Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview was alright because they didn't really post any pressure on me. Only two interviewers appear though. I did a formal start out by introducing myself after they intro-ed themselves and shook their hands. They asked many questions about what i have learnt, what module do i like best because in my resume, i updated them with alot of modules and results. I was asked what lab experience do i have so that they can have an idea of my hands-on skills. Well i think i crapped enough to convince them. I seriously hope, pray and wish that i get the job because i don't have time to go to other companies already and of course, it's convenient to go to the company! Good luck Edric! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now to AGM. The day before was our Annual General Meeting. It was a pretty emotional night i guess. I shall elaborate on why. Let's just forget about the fact that our teacher-in-charge did NOT attend our meeting despite the multiple reminders just the day before. Oh and she was the one who approved the usage of the tumbler when one of us went to borrow it. Yes you suck biatch. If you wanna play with us, you have started a game with the wrong batch. This is not a threat. So take a chill pill and stay in your office and stay out of our business unless you are needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying, it was a pretty emotional night on the night of our AGM because it was the night that our seniors, our friends, step down from the committees and take the last lap in their 3 years long of racing. The juniors and us prepared many things for that day and trust me it was tough planning for it because we had events previously and time was running out. Many things came up but it was well taken care of. People were having fun and a few of the alumni came back to witness the stepping down and stepping up. As for myself, i'm just happy that everything went well and of course, for everyone. I'm happy that the first event we did together was a success and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now on contrary, i feel that for the seniors to graduate this fast may not be a good thing. We were just starting to have fun together and now we're parting. I'm not sure about others but i will definitely miss you people and PLEASE do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; me that you guys will come back often to play with us again. I will miss you all, i will. The laughters, the meals, the time, the memories, the pictures. Many things. I will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the new committees, i know a few of you all will be reading dutifully. Which is why i wanna tell you guys, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;LETS ROCK THE CLUB!&lt;/span&gt; We can definitely do a very good job in maintaining or making things even better! Let us work together and play together. We can, we will and we shall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4324661355659338313?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4324661355659338313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4324661355659338313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4324661355659338313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4324661355659338313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/02/end.html' title='The End.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-5333545160843614035</id><published>2008-01-27T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T02:58:17.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn out.</title><content type='html'>I'm dreading monday because i really hope after i correct what i have to correct, my MOD10 circuit would work. Plus it would be a lab test in the morning. Turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished giving tuition to my cousins and i almost dozed off while listening to them answering to my questions. Gees. I'm just that tired. lol! Happy birthday Yaobibi. LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview's still on wed. The intensity of the stress for the interview is building. Hopefully they're pretty merciful with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk more about Yao bibi's chalet when im less tired and when i feel like. But it was still fun although everytime i am always the one talking so much when we're staying out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for making me feel out of place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5333545160843614035?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5333545160843614035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5333545160843614035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5333545160843614035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5333545160843614035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ( german),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SAN ( chinese),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;dres (italian),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;INTERVIEWERS FOR MY INTERVIEW ON WED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! can't wait. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5826547056397944291?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5826547056397944291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5826547056397944291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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came farther and pushed even more buttons.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NOT tolerate such nonsensical **** again.&lt;br /&gt;Come any closer and i swear i will tear you down into bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I will make sure your tear ducts are cleared and you will be crying blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i don't deny that you're a dear friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are pretty good to hang out with sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;But please, there's a limit to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone can tolerate such nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get more attention from people?&lt;br /&gt;Well you did, but to the wrong extend.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously what is wrong with you!&lt;br /&gt;Yes seek attention with a limit!&lt;br /&gt;LIMIT dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it in good words, you're good in socialising.&lt;br /&gt;On the lousier note, you FLIRT way too much.&lt;br /&gt;Get a life other than flirting and being so f**king self-centred.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime anyone talks about their experience and wants comments on it,&lt;br /&gt;You come in and talks about YOUR experience.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously who wants to know.&lt;br /&gt;Even if anyone wants,&lt;br /&gt;WAIT FOR YOUR TURN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have anything against me, or anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME IN THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;No use putting me down all the time and compare me to other people.&lt;br /&gt;When people aren't talking to you, don't just cut into the conversation just to put me down.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you're no better either.&lt;br /&gt;No looks nor nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So why don't you shut your trap the next time you wanna open your mouth and put me down.&lt;br /&gt;Because i swear i wouldn't care if you're a guy or girl,&lt;br /&gt;I will make sure you cry out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make the b***h in me come out because whoever sees it,&lt;br /&gt;Will wished that they will never see it again.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to be cute with me.&lt;br /&gt;It disgusts me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like you're pitiful and needs all the attention in the world&lt;br /&gt;Because i know people who are far worse than you and didn't ask much attention at all.&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy is only for those who deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;Not those who seeks it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch &lt;/strong&gt;the border please, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4591176429028065841?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4591176429028065841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4591176429028065841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Friday,&lt;br /&gt;Lab tests next week,&lt;br /&gt;Make up classes this week and next week,&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with teacher in-charge cos' she wants to,&lt;br /&gt;AGM next Friday,&lt;br /&gt;Expecting attachment interview to be next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smack me, please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-8511213960439381632?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/8511213960439381632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=8511213960439381632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8511213960439381632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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success! Couldn't have done it without my partner, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;DEBRA&lt;/span&gt;, and of course, everyone who helped out at the booth and made it successful! It was fun time sitting by the booth, chatting, playing balls in front of the booth ( apologies for the people we hit) and of course, people watching! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay nothing really happened for the first 2 days of the open house just lotsa apologies to the people that we hit with the mis-cues of balls. Until the last day, i guess we've hit the band members way too many times. The biotch ,who came over and told me "&lt;em&gt;Can you please stop playing balls here? Because if the balls hit our instruments, they're gonna damage it. *roll eyes*&lt;/em&gt;", shouted 'cheebye' when our ball simply tapped onto her shoulder. What is wrong with that fat-ass? Can't she touch no balls with her fat body of her's and just accept the fact that they( the inactive people) are just right beside the sports clubs? It was pretty retarded that they are actually in the middle of all the sports club and we, the unfortunate ones, had to be beside their club. So really, she can so bring that arrogant attitude somewhere else where people actually are those who would listen to that fat round ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay and to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mr. Hairyawan&lt;/span&gt;, Sorry that our club hit your head while you were chatting with your friends. Oh and to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;MR CHIA&lt;/span&gt;! Although you came, but wrong timing! hahaha! I guess i still have my observation mode turned on even after vigorous exercises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been to the gym with Stan, Joe on the saturday morning till about noon. I gotta train for NAFA and also gotta train my upper body to endure the energy usage everytime i train during trainings. Then on Sunday, went to gym again with Stan and MY. Had a pretty good time training cos' normally the gyms would be crowded with people which will make me&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! YES SHY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was surfing around for new template earlier and it took me a few hours to look up and finally found one which i think is pretty cool. However it's pretty emo i must say. Not gonna edit it today since it's getting pretty late and i need my supa-model sleep soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's another thing i wanna highlight in this shit school life. Lecturers can't get things done as long as they think it's not within their responsibility range because just informing the students what had always been done every year is such a chore that we had to postpone the things we host/organise for them. Gees. We're still students and we have more things to do than you all can imagine especially when exams are coming! So it's either get the things done or we cancel (if we can) the entire thing off dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i guess i'm done ranting. heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that many things can make one emotional. The worst things that can make one emotional are the happy moments. Ironic but true. The ones that would make you regret not embracing what you had and till you actually lose it, you realised you took it for granted. Very cliche but very real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Last Dance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The moment was clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The first sight of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The first smile from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The first Hello from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The first touch of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The first everything of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I knew you were special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My heart was caught in a hurricane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've always wanted to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've wished for courage to say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wished,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I could love you till the end of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every breathe of mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will hold you by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can we have one last dance tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before the eternal rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of my broken heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2529943233465781038?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2529943233465781038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2529943233465781038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2529943233465781038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2529943233465781038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates.html' title='Updates.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R5Nuygm-IfI/AAAAAAAAASU/sm5ci71xlsU/s72-c/DSCN0919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-5225222708216664579</id><published>2008-01-16T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T07:02:42.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>Blog hopping makes one emo.&lt;br /&gt;It sure did.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back into the past posts makes one emo.&lt;br /&gt;It sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look to the world&lt;br /&gt;To the people,&lt;br /&gt;To the words.&lt;br /&gt;Have you missed anything?&lt;br /&gt;Cos' i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5225222708216664579?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5225222708216664579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5225222708216664579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5225222708216664579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5225222708216664579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/01/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-8427079975074582718</id><published>2008-01-12T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:50.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy work loads.</title><content type='html'>I have been really really really busy nowadays. Seriously busy. Haven't been that busy for quite awhile already. Been a tough week. Barely slept enough everyday because there were make up lessons and all. I am always reminded of why am i trying so hard to study and score well. I kept telling myself that if i were to stop trying now, the effort for the past few semesters will be in vain and it's really tough because there're just too many distractions. I need to push myself more and i can't afford to lose myself to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; things that came / will be coming my way. I don't deny that the past will definitely affect me but it shall be to the minimal, i &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training has been good so far although i'm taking the trainings most of the time now. I exert too much strength the last training on my right hand and i injured the joint on my shoulder. I'll tell ya it was no funny business because i can't even lift up my laptop with that hand. My mum just applied some super ointment that burnt like mad after she was done. It was as if my skin was coming off or something. The arm is now getting a little better after that "rough night" *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was over at the club house planning things for the noticeboard with Debra during lunch and we went down and get things up onto the board. It was pretty fun doing the board. We had our finger-prints up on the board! Printed with red on the yellow papers! Managed to complete it and filled them before i went for my class at 2pm. Such accomplishment! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to the club house to meet debra again to discuss about the on-coming events after class. We were super productive and we got the next few events planned! yay for the both of us!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list for the on-coming events that are gonna take up our time:&lt;br /&gt;1) Open-house&lt;br /&gt;2) S&amp;amp;W competition&lt;br /&gt;3) AGM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open-house wise, our booth is one of the first few to meet the crowd first! So if you guys are lucky enough, you might spot the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;supa model&lt;/span&gt; myself over at the booth! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to S&amp;amp;W, yesterday we after we went to check out the booth, we went to play a little by crashing into the S&amp;amp;W class which was held at that time. So we went up and borrowed one ball. The coach was surprisingly young. I'm very sure YAOBIBI will have lustful thoughts when he sees him. He looked like he plays basketball rather than what he was suppose to coach. We both agreed that his method of teaching was pretty good because the students treated him as friend rather than a lecturer. PLUS, ultimately, he lent us a ball! heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGM shall remain a secret till everything's confirm! muhahaha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really busy, but i'm at least i'm happy. Keeps my mind off the negativity and all. Being high is good. Let us not be emo and be happy shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You still don't know it yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You still don't realise it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You still can't accpet me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You still think it's not you i refer to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You cared, but it's not enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna be closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Closer than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will you come to my arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will you visit me in my dreams tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will you let me hold you tight and fall in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will you be there like the other nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you come and leave me crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Only to watch your back helplessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154613693471662562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R4jd2Am-IeI/AAAAAAAAASM/eYXLOclHExY/s320/DSCN1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new love, Inuka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-8427079975074582718?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/8427079975074582718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=8427079975074582718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8427079975074582718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8427079975074582718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-work-loads.html' title='Busy work loads.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R4jd2Am-IeI/AAAAAAAAASM/eYXLOclHExY/s72-c/DSCN1045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-6467080951816755869</id><published>2008-01-05T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:52.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Haven't been typing alot lately. Just been watching South Park Series ( dam it's not loading already) and playing game. Lotsa things have happened since the last entry i posted i guess. Those are happy moments and of course, a little unhappy ones here and there. Before i go on, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt; EVERYONE! It was a year with many obstacles. New friendships found, people came and went, mind wandered off to Emo-land. Yeah i got past them. Only on occasions, i do think back about what has happened and all. Been thinking of what resolution i should make to make sure that somethings are actually done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me talk about today before i go into the resolution part. I woke up way later than the time that i should wake up because was suppose to meet kelvin to go to TP to watch the competition between NP and TP girls and supposedly TP and SP guys. Woke up at 11am, thought i pressed snooze and lazed on the bed for 5 mins and went back to sleep until Kelvin called at 12 30pm and asked where i was. Luckily he was with his friend and so he had company so that he wouldn't be waiting alone. So i was panicking a little and went to bath. Met up with them at about 1pm. Dam i was dam late. So it cost us 2 matches that was played perfectly by the NP girls. Leen's team won the TP girls 2 matches to none at first. We missed it. And for that, i apologise for being late again. Sorry. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way the matches played by the girls were pretty impressive and they've improved alot. They lost to the TP girls just by that few points. Pretty wasted but really, they've played well. At the next court, it was the SP vs NYP guys ( yeah we thought it was SP vs TP). Pretty well played too. Many small mistakes made by the NYP guys which cost them many points. If they could perfect those, they could play even better. Nice job in anyway to all the teams who played today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and earlier this week, i got back all my common test results at one single day. Pretty saddened by the results i got back and really really disappointed. I thought back of how slack i was before the common test and i really regretted it. Despite the desire of entering local university, i still didn't have the discipline to make myself study. Too much distraction i guess. I really hope for the better in the on coming exam which is 1 month from now. Really rushing for time already. There're still mini projects to be completed. Okay i'm screwed. Let's get back to new year resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the list of thinngs that i really hope that i can complete:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1) Study really hard for exams because they're 50% of the modules. It can really make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2) Be a really good player. I really wished to get into school team next year. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;) Grow taller. Because it helps in getting into the school team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4) Get admin work during the holidays and earn more money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5) Stick to my growth schedule and exercise regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) Sleep earlier and get better complexion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was thinking about how i can get into the school team and finally represent the school in front of the crowds again. I wanna be&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I really do. It sucks to be looked down by others and it's been tough to actually take it in because what they say may be true. Then again there's another fact that i have to consider. We still have the club to take care of. Plus there will be school and i will have to do well in order to get to local university. My GPA now can hardly make it now. I really have to pull them up to secure a place. I have to juggle my time well to attend all the trainings and also school. Nonetheless, i still hope to get into the school team. i hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to end this entry on a lighter note, i'll put up some pictures that we took during the camp. maybe i'll update some pictures that we took in the ZOO and Sentosa next time to keep my blog alive. Cheers everyone. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152007868093702450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3-b3Am-ITI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/R97GuXUGP1s/s320/DSCN0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Preparing for hell could make us mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152008387784745282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3-cVQm-IUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GgmQoXaYDbw/s320/DSCN0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Smile everyone. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152008847346245970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3-cwAm-IVI/AAAAAAAAARE/TGVgDZZg_VE/s320/DSCN0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We were just playing around with the camera. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152009165173825890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3-dCgm-IWI/AAAAAAAAARM/JVbZT1lcM8M/s320/DSCN0447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is one candid that appears really nice. I thought it as on timer and suddenly...*poof*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152009775059181938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3-dmAm-IXI/AAAAAAAAARU/GutyN7XrWQw/s320/DSCN0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sucking too hard on your lollipop. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152010140131402114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3-d7Qm-IYI/AAAAAAAAARc/U3ZpoaWWVVc/s320/DSCN0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;AH WOOPS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152010616872771986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3-eXAm-IZI/AAAAAAAAARk/03uYBoqBkn0/s320/DSCN0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cam-whores of the year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152010981944992162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3-esQm-IaI/AAAAAAAAARs/bPTtuVDPLoE/s320/DSCN0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Moans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152011381376950706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3-fDgm-IbI/AAAAAAAAAR0/PNKp2m0y56c/s320/DSCN0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIG HEART FOR ALL OF YOU! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152013133723607490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3-gpgm-IcI/AAAAAAAAAR8/YkYR6RYxs6o/s320/DSCN0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Erm.. woops? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152013404306547154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3-g5Qm-IdI/AAAAAAAAASE/IDGjuPBzfB8/s320/DSCN0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The WU HA! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guilt of friendship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The twist of trouble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The density of honesty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The desire of love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The worth of respect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The trust of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me be freed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and let them be back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-6467080951816755869?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/6467080951816755869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=6467080951816755869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/6467080951816755869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/6467080951816755869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3-b3Am-ITI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/R97GuXUGP1s/s72-c/DSCN0396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-3604688669918143729</id><published>2007-12-25T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:52.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AfterMath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147998683626610978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3Fdhwm-ISI/AAAAAAAAAQs/acwE_cbw_BU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Don't you find that little girl extremely adorable? Triggers my paedophilic self. ( sounds familiar?) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i am back from camp. First stop, MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i will be talking about the camp because there's just too much to say. It's gonna take up the whole blog and hours for me to finish typing and you people will get turned off again! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i wanna say is, the camp was great, the people were great, the activities did help alot in polishing our skills and i couldn't feel my legs. LOL! oh and i slept the most! woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so after the camp, we went out of school and head home at about 4ish. Left our bags at home and head out to meet &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;THE GANG&lt;/span&gt;! So yeah, you will probably realise that we didn't have that much of sleep for the past 4 days. Chilled in town because it was our usual monday night out. So we went around town squeezing a little (thankfully) and went to places where the crowds don't go. I have to highlight the time when we were at PS. Miss YONG and i were like mad people. She got influenced by my madness, body over mind! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA! We were playing pretend cos' i pretended that the brochure i got was a gun and shoot them. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHI-CHIK BANG&lt;/span&gt;! LOL! Hang around Borders and went out to wait for Miss Shy ( dam i kept lying) parents to drop by and pick her up. So the 3 of us went on walking to Boat quay because we didn't wana go home that early ( or to go home at all) So basically we stayed out all night crapping. Went home at about 5am+ on the first bus back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got home i was still pretty awake and so i did something that even i couldn't believe i did. I went for a run! Must be the morning campus runs that we did in camp. LOL! But seriously, i couldn't feel my legs when i was running. I wasn't even feeling tired when i was running. I was even singing while running. I stopped once in awhile is because my legs were aching due to the over straint in camp. So i guess the camp really helps. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home at only 8am. That was an hour's run! LOL! Okay so had breakfast with my mom and came back home. Napped till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say when i woke up, there were many shows to watch. Shows like The Grinch and Peter Pan. They really brings back memories. I'm starting to like X-mas even more now. It brings back the mood of being really young and brings back times. I love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah there's another thing i wanna say about the camp. At the start of the camp we were told that we all will be playing this game, "Angel &amp;amp; Mortal". So everyone of us will have an angel and a mortal. It goes like this. The angel can write letters or buy gifts for the mortal. Like for encouragement and all. I was the Angel of Raymond, my partner in the committee. My Angel sent my the first letter together with Ferrero only on the 2nd day! After that, i got 2 packets of Lays from my angel too! When the comm revealed who were our angels, i was shocked! LOL! It all makes perfect sense now because i kept seeing my angel look at me in camp. Oh we had to guess who was our angel before they told us. And i got both times wrong. So there were 6 people who got it wrong and we had to do forfeet. Guess what? We had to do Pole Dancing! The guys were the poles and the girls were the dancers ( because we coincidentally had 3 pairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss yong and i did our part fast because i think maybe the reason why we were spontaneous was because we knew each other. LOL! So it was fun looking at people doing forfeet. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay something more about me. Every time i wake up, there will always be one random song out of all the songs that i've heard all these years that comes into my mind instantly. I mean it's like when i wake up, any random song can come into my head. Like say Tattoo, Bleeding love, songs by Blues, Backstreet Boys and etc. I find it rather interesting because it's something you don't hear everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song, Just Like A Pill - Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/k7gSZNi0-V/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/k7gSZNi0-V/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-3604688669918143729?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/3604688669918143729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=3604688669918143729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/3604688669918143729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/3604688669918143729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/12/aftermath.html' title='AfterMath'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R3Fdhwm-ISI/AAAAAAAAAQs/acwE_cbw_BU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-9199857996687981709</id><published>2007-12-21T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:53.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp.</title><content type='html'>God you have no idea what time i slept last time. It was way past my sleeping time and i couldn't sleep a wink! I turned in at 4 30am in the morning! Was doing some stuff since 8pm till about 4 30am. *giggles* Stained my fingers with multi-colours and all. Hopefully they're not dirt because i made sure i cleaned my hands before they went near my face! LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna be going for a training camp in school later at 8pm. Pretty much done with the packing of my clothes. So i will probably disappear from the internet (other than those ****sites and modelling webbies that featured me in. muhaha) until the X-mas eve itself. So the camp took up the opportunity to do last minute shopping. Haha. Well i did my shopping way earlier and i busted $130 bucks. Ouch. Well at least i bought 2 shirts for myself this Christmas. HEH! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda like this kind of mood. The dreamy kind. I guess this is what Christmas do to people huh. Pretty &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAGICAL&lt;/span&gt;. Well that's before i read about what we have to do when school reopens in another week's time. Our dear lecturer really knows when to send us such saddening news. In anyway, school work shall wait till the mood is over. Gotta enjoy it as much as i can because i know hell will break loose when school starts. Going to get things well prepared before i leave for camp later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see you guys when im back with the juicy gossips i get during camp! Muhaha! Stay tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time, take care everyone. Oh and, Merry Christmas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146353852886163730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R2uFkAm-IRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nt7AuOH3tqM/s320/Image021_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey Santa, will you come back to me, please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-9199857996687981709?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/9199857996687981709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=9199857996687981709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/9199857996687981709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/9199857996687981709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/12/camp.html' title='Camp.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R2uFkAm-IRI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nt7AuOH3tqM/s72-c/Image021_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-1945256704757923502</id><published>2007-12-17T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:53.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Symbol Reader</title><content type='html'>Caught Golden Compass with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE GANG&lt;/span&gt; and it was fun. No words can describe how good the show was but the ending of that show's pretty disappointing. Why? Watch it yourself. It is a fantasy action kind of movie. Anything that has got to do with magic equals to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY LOVE&lt;/span&gt;! The part that i like most of the most is the part whereby the witches come flying in shooting those guards down to there asses. The golden powder that their Daemons became after death adds on to the magical feeling. The queen of the witches first came out and introduced herself to Lyra, the little girl, long before war. When i heard her name, i was like, WHAT?! The girl can actually read her name out without any problem in memorizing! Pretty cool. I want one of the ultra long and complicated name too! I'll try to think of a few and maybe get people to try! muahaha! :) How 'bout this? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Edphernalo Kudiosky&lt;/span&gt;. Here's a guide to it, "add-fer-neh-low ku-di-yos-ski". Try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to comment on one part. The Beau of this lady. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/span&gt; is still so drop-dead stunning despite being the villian of the show. No wonder she won so many awards and became the highest earning actress in no time. Her acting is superb. I really wonder why that film she was in was in so much controversy when she was just bringing out the character that the director wanted. I have to salute her on her acting and her beauty. GORGEOUS! *weeu weeet* MEI NU! *drools* x)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't get over the fact that Nicole Kidman is so pretty and the plot of the story is superb. AHHHHH! Makes me so excited if such things really existed. Oh was checking out the official website and they actually have the "Meet you Daemon" part! Like many people, i went to get my Daemon depending on your character that they find in the small quiz they give in the web! Guess what? They actually give your Daemon a name too! Mine's a Butterfly name &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Aditi&lt;/span&gt;! I officially have a Daemon now. LOLOL! Okay lame i know, but hey! let me dream a little okay? Why don't you guys try it and tell me your Daemon's name and animal? Maybe our Daemons could be friends! LOLOLOLOL! I'm typing like some naive kid now but OH WELLS! I do still wanna know your Daemons. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145022142441464066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R2bKYQm-IQI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hf9sCtB4ZTw/s320/1383855251_e5e2b2429b_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Queen of the witches, Eva Green. She's gorgeous too, especially with the bow and the elegance in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get Nicole Kidman's picture from the websites cos' they're protected. BOOS! How can they do this to the newly-found Nicole's fan?! I want Nicole Kidman for Christmas! A Daemon Or Nicole! Muahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm gonna stalk her now. CIAOS! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-1945256704757923502?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/1945256704757923502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=1945256704757923502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1945256704757923502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1945256704757923502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/12/symbol-reader.html' title='The Symbol Reader'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R2bKYQm-IQI/AAAAAAAAAQc/hf9sCtB4ZTw/s72-c/1383855251_e5e2b2429b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-6886930200951373922</id><published>2007-12-14T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:53.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYS!</title><content type='html'>Common test is finally over. The agonizing week was indeed tough because i bet most of us were already feeling the X-mas mood. Listening to songs about that big day on the radio, stalls or even people singing by the road sides help perk up the mood of giving, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For anyone who wants to know, i'm doing fine! no worries. Gonna be playing now since the holidays are here. Sentosa anyone? (provided the weather is GOOD!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well let me talk about the papers shall we? No you don't have a choice. I'm telling you no matter what. muahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MPI day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In case anyone wants to know, it's a programming module. YES PROGRAMMING! The one that i always suck in. Okay anyways i did study for it many days before the actual paper but despite that, nothing went in and well, basically i went into the exam with the most fundamental techniques that one can possibly recall. So after they gave out the papers, i felt like i was at the verge of peeing in my pants (literally!). The paper was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;KICK-ASS&lt;/span&gt; tough! Oh and of course, the weather was super cold and i had a little too much water before the paper started so i was having the nature's call! Okay so i did the papers without even blinking or stop my pen. Well that's what you get for not knowing a thing about the paper with SIX credit units (one of the highest credit units you can ever get) I finished the paper in about 1hr 20 mins (majority of the students were in the hall and did not leave early) and left with 10 mins to check. I checked twice and did some mental debate. I need a clear mind to check and so, i went to clear my bladder. LOL! Dam i'll tell ya that has never been so GOOD! :x i did some last min check and prayed that the 10 mins would just be faster because the paper itself was agonizing. So after they collected the paper, i just totally pushed the paper to the little ISOLATED corner of my mind and didn't thought about it AT ALL! When i asked some of my friends about the paper, ( most of them are 4 pointers) they said it was tough as hell and some of them didnt finish the last page. When one of my friends coincidentally met our lecturer while taking the bus, even the lecturer said it was tougher than usual. (yes it's time to look for the module leader's house and start pouring kerosine) See i'm not dumb okay! The paper was really tough! Haha! Went home after that HOPING that i might study for the paper the day after MPI paper. NOT! I didn't even look at the notes. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MCTE day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's for short. In long, it's Microchip Technology. So expect drawings and calculations. I have to say this paper is the paper that i really didn't study much for. I only did the past year Common test paper ONCE at about 1pm+ and went to sit for the paper at 4pm. I shan't say much about it because i found it relatively easy except for a few trick questions. So obviously, the 4 pointers would have no problems at all. So let's just move on. LOL! After the paper i went home and played game because i know that i will study the day after the mcte paper because i have one day "grace" before the next paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So on that day that i was suppose to study, i brought my laptop along cos i thought i have common test paper to do and the answers are posted online. In the end, i didn't have any of the papers. So i bought my laptop for nothing. Oh wait, for DISTRACTION! My god. The reason why i went out of house to study was because of the distractions in my house! TV AND LAPTOP! This time i brought the distraction along. So you guys would have predicted already. I didn't study at all for the day and was chatting happily and did one chapter of notes only because the previous chapters was done before CT started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WFT day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wafer Fabrication Technology! This is one module that i dislike. Out of 100%, you have to memorize and the theory tested would be 90% and there would be only 10% calculation ( sometimes none!). I suck at memorizing seriously. The lecturer was like asking us to remember this and that. This is important that is important. Okay for example, he asked us to remember how to DRAW 1 pump and 3 other gauges and for all 4 of them, details must be known. So in the end, during the paper, i saw there is only ONE question on it. It asked about one of the gauges, and it didn't require any drawings. To think that the last thing i practiced before sitting for the paper was those 4 diagrams! I felt so PUNK'D after reading it and i have to say MOST of the questions asked were not in the IMPORTANT list. I answered them base on what i have read and remembered. God knows when the information went in when i didn't realise at all. Well i'm thankful that i took out the details and store them inside my brain. lolol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay let me bring you all back to recently. Lets talk about...yesterday which was after my wft paper? (no not today yet :]~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;THE GANG&lt;/span&gt;( yet to be named) went to the Melvados (for the third time) because the the previous 2 times were really unlucky because they're closed on mondays and we went to check them out on both mondays. So we finally had our long awaited brownies. We all had different brownies on the menu ( except &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;L &amp;amp; K&lt;/span&gt; *coughs) and they do taste as good as we were told. The environment was good to chit chat except that it was pretty humid because maybe they shut 2 of their air-conditions to save money. Cam-whored a little but it was way way lesser than &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MISS SHY&lt;/span&gt; (im lying). haha! Did lotsa poses with MISS SHY ( i lied again) using &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MISS YONG&lt;/span&gt;'s new handphone! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MR KOH&lt;/span&gt; was doing a little bit of emoing despite having so much chocolates. Pictures will be up after i get them (hopefully) from our dearest, non-other than our MISS YONG! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay moving on to today. Went to school in the afternoon for the sake of one of my mini-projects. I didn't eat anything at all before i left and went to school and bought a sandwich to munch. So i reach my block and the KFC WAS THERE! ( well our lecturer promised us KFC but i didn't know it was that soon) So i went to put down my bag after finishing my sandwich and went out and join the last few people wolfing down the meat. Despite being the last few, there were still alot left. I ate 2 pieces of chest meat (yes i can still eat alot ya know) and went into the class and did my project with my dear partner after cleaning up the tables (yes im a nice and responsible kid). One of THE GANG was leaving for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITALY&lt;/span&gt; (omfg!) today and after we finished some part of the projects, we left. I was asking myself whether i should go or not and since i have nothing to do at home and it has been awhile since i've been to the airport, i went. Let me recount how miserable my time was. It was like a plot or something. I went to wait for the bus to Paya Lebar outside my school, 154, which normally don't take that long to come. Another bus, 151, which takes the same route as that bus to my house came one after another ( i didn't take cos it doesn't go to paya lebar). After 3 of 151 went off, 154 came after i waited for THIRTY MINUTES! 30 mins of my life gone just like that. Then the bus journey was pretty cold too. I'll give you a time scale ( yes i was in pain while travelling and was so bored that i timed the trip).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wait for 154: 4:40pm - 5:10pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Journey to Paya Lebar: 5:10pm - 6:00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Paya Lebar Mrt to Changi inclusive of the time waiting for the train: 6:00pm - 6:30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It almost took me 2 hours to reach from NP to CHANGI! GEES! But it was all good i guess. Haha. Met up with part of THE GANG and went to send one of THE GANG off. LOL! THE GANG shall remain anonymous until it is finally named. Got a notebook with 4 dividers in there. I took up the blue one and wrote some MUSHY (*wink*) stuff in it. The yellow and red was taken up by the other 2. The grand master plan was to go from behind and surprise her with our presence in the trolley used to carry lugguages. I pushed the 2 around and delibrately went past her to let her spot us BUT SHE DID NOT! ( blind woman!) We did catch her sister's attention though. LOL!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;WHO WOULD EVER MISS A TROLLEY MOUNTED WITH TWO GROWN UP GIRLS WITH A GUY PUSHING AT THE BACK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LOLOLOL! It was darn funny i tell ya'll. Everyone was looking at us because we went round 3 times. I'm sure many of them were educating their children telling them that they should never do that in the airport. LOLOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After all the emotional ACTS, we went town to have MY dinner. LOL! the girls were too full from the buffet they had. Town was SUPER crowded. To think that the crowd would be 1000000000000000000000000 times more than today during xmas. However, i don't deny the fact that the lightings in town is pretty. Really nice. Anyone up for cam-whore sessions? :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay now the APOLOGY part. It's yet another long entry and i thank you for reading thus far. If you skipped any of the part up there, let me know okay? *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just got some pictures from NAD-thestuckup during MUN's performance. So enjoy! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143908380112199826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R2LVawm-IJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Sy9kpX450bc/s320/05122007926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Waiting for the performing girl can be boring. :) &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143908650695139490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R2LVqgm-IKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ETjSEh1aLT4/s320/05122007928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was raining that night......woops! :x &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143909011472392370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R2LV_gm-ILI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MmtdaSsvNfo/s320/05122007957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SMELL MAH ARSE! MUHAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143909758796701890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R2LWrAm-IMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/AaP94l8D2zM/s320/05122007960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;MODELS SIOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143910166818595026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R2LXCwm-INI/AAAAAAAAAQE/7lS5NBIU89Y/s320/05122007951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's all fun and laughter. CHEERS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-6886930200951373922?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/6886930200951373922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=6886930200951373922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/6886930200951373922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/6886930200951373922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/12/holidays.html' title='HOLIDAYS!'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R2LVawm-IJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Sy9kpX450bc/s72-c/05122007926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-2454760378799507222</id><published>2007-12-04T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:10:41.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abso-fucking-lutely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;: Vulgar entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm updating another entry before you all even have the time to digest what has been put up previously. I have to admit that i do have an extra long entry. Haha. This is what that is unique and special in my entries isn't it? You guys get to read everything all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i would think why am i controlling so much of my temper when i don't have to go through all the sufferings. I really cannot take it anymore. I have to let the bytch in me let loose a little and i shall not care who i may hurt who might be reading or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what should i do when no one in a group of friends would listen to what i say? Tell me what should i do when all your friends in a group are talking about one topic that only you don't know and they didn't wanna tell you? TELL ME! First when i talk, no one listens and when i give suggestions, it will fall on deaf ears. Oh COME ON! what the fuck is wrong with you people? Is he the only one that can make the correct decisions?! Seriously &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;FUCK IT!&lt;/span&gt; I am thinking why the hell am i still there when no one takes me seriously, wouldn't care if i left or even talk or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's now go to you. All you do is to talk and talk. Have you ever opened up your &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; ears and listen to what others have to say? Oh yes of course. You would only if the one speaking is a girl. I've told you SO many times that i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; talking to someone who wouldn't even care to listen what i have to say and just go on with their own topic. You fit just right in. You obviously didn't care. You don't care how other's feel ( i have to admit you do care only on occasions). I've tried so hard to share some of my stuff to you but what i get back is always silence because you were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; LISTENING! Non-chalent, Ignorant, Self-centred, oblivious thing. That is why we never became very good friends. At least i tried. Have you? The reason why people become so pessimistic is because you kept bringing people's weak point up and talk about it! What if other people talk about your weak point too? Oh i'm sorry. You don't care what people think about you so you definitely wouldn't bother at all. Be a little more sensitive would you? The world does not revolve around you dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not fucking care if people thinks my voice sounds weird or like a girl. They can laugh about it but have they thought how would it be for the person who has been laughed at? How would he/she feel? How would YOU feel if we were to laugh at your disability? It is not that i want my voice to be like this. I have suffered alot and an unhappy childhood because of my fucking voice. Why can't the people just leave me alone! No one wants disability in themselves. No one. It just hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if you were being compared to another in one situation and definitely chosen for being the weaker one? Have none of you realised the pride and dignity one person has regardless of their gender? How would you feel if you were the one being judged? Put yourself into their shoes and spare them the words that are going to come out from those vicious mouths. Really. It hurts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be still so happily chatting away to yourself when the people you are with talks about the same topic and you are the only one who didn't know what is going on and your friends just refuse to tell you what has happened? Think about it. Would you feel left out? Really. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say most of the time i am proud of being single all my life. If that is going to be a topic to pass time, so be it. I said it before and i will say it again. It is not that i don't have. I just didn't want it. If this will be the topic for fun, joy and laughter, you all ought to reconsider because it just isn't fair just because one didn't want any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alfred&lt;/span&gt;. If the money is all you want, don't worry i will pay you back. There is NO need to remind me so constantly about the money i owe you. This is why i always hated owing anyone money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2454760378799507222?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2454760378799507222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2454760378799507222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2454760378799507222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2454760378799507222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/12/abso-fucking-lutely.html' title='Abso-fucking-lutely.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-4349553863160847043</id><published>2007-12-03T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:54.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days.</title><content type='html'>Yet another late yet very long post coming up after this line. Are you ready for a time of your life into someone else's life? If you are, please read on. If not, please read on too. Cos' you're here for a purpose and that is to read. LOL! Still i have to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you all. It is very long. A total of 3 days long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay first stop, for people who cares, i am doing fine as usual. Okay maybe not as usual because COMMON TESTS ARE COMING IN SEVEN DAYS! OH MY GAWD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many things have happened in the past week(s). How about i recount the recent event so that you all get the most recent and fresh juicy news from the supa model yourself? Sounds good? (it better be. rawr.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let go back to the day when i went out with the gang, together with another additional party, Yang, to SP to support my dear friend. I tell you that trip totally made me wanna transfer to SP. Let me elaborate more on it. Okay we went to SP in the afternoon to meet yang. He was doing his project and helping out his classmates on it. So we went to sit right outside the auditorium. It was super windy! So we were all pretty cold and all. When he came, we went in and got ourselves sitted. The show went on very well and my friend can really DANCE! I bet he even zapped a few of the judges with his electrifying eyes. hahaha! Well when it got to the lucky draw part, that is what made my decision in NP change. I tell you they spent way way much more than NP on an event, at least for this. They have got Ipods, Hard-disks, webcams, resort vouchers and a few more that i can't remember. Guess what was INCLUDED in the top 2 prizes? If i'm not wrong it was 4 "My Chemical Romance" concert tickets! THIS IS WHY NP IS SO CHEAPSKATE! Alright that's enough for the difference between schools. Anyways, my friend WON! i am now officially a proud friend of Mr SP 07'/08'! hahaha! Congrats man! Im proud of you! Oh then after the show, the gang and i went to eat over at prata house. Pretty good but it was pretty crowded too. Okay i wanna emphasise one thing. ALFRED DROPPED MY LAPTOP AND &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMILED&lt;/span&gt; AT ME AND SAY IT WASN'T INTENTIONAL! i so stared at him. Dropping laptop is a crime. Dropping MY laptop is a death sentence. Haha. Oh wells! Anyways it was a fun time with all of them especially the show over at SP and of course, out with yang. Will be looking forward to the dance performance by Mun on Wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on it would be the Standard Chartered Run that some of the members volleyball club and i went for on Saturday. A total of 14 people from our club went. Okay at first it was chilling because they made us gather at Padang at 1am and after all the registrations (as helpers), we basically sat in the tent and wait for the people who were late. When all of them reached, we made our way to our station, which was the last drink station for the 42km run. So even when they started off, we were still playing cards, emo-ing by the river, find food to munch or simply, sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to bring you guys to one main point. Whatever that we said was like wind by the ears. The IC told us to count how many cartons of water were there in one whole pack. So with the simplest math, we counted the top layer and times the number of rows down. So we told the IC that it was 50 cartons per pack. Then after we said that, he told us "not possible. Are you all sure? every rows same meh?" Then after we repeated the number of cartons again, he said " You all should count the top and times the number of rows down mah! Let's see. (counting) Okay it's 50 cartons per pack." (I'm expecting you all to start screaming retarded now) YES OH MY GAWD! He's totally awesome. Oh did i mention that his voice goes off everytime he shouts? Before everything, he email-ed us and one phrase caught all of our attention. He actually put in words like "Zhuo bo lan" into a formal email to strangers like that! Gees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay went around finding things to do and all. Talked about Raymond's gf a little and did a few stunts to make myself high. lolol! What are they? I shall not reveal. muahaha! So when they people start coming in, it was 2 hours plus since the time lapse. So i concluded one thing. People from Kenya can really run! Took them 2 hours plus to finish 42km! At about 1 more hour later, a lot more people came in and we were getting really busy. En started bringing water to them and not wait for them to run past us and grab it from our hands. Alicia soon followed then ME! I tell you it was super fun bringing water to them because first, some of them would say thanks or give you a thumb up, some others would smile at you! Those are the little things that can make someone's work worthwhile. The three of us were super high as we were cheering for the runners. We were shouting constantly to cheer on the worn out runners so that they would reach the finishing line as it was the last stop already. After those shouting, my voice became pretty sexy! MUAHAHA! Saw a few familiar faces and all. Most importantly, we were under the sun for 7 whole hours and we've got a nice tann! HAHAHA! Therefore the chao ta boy in the tagboard. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay lets get back to the IC. Okay he did pick up the messy cup litter on the floor as more people came flowing in but soon after, he, together with the other 5 people other than the 14 of us, went under the shade and rest. We were being very busy and all they could do was to sit under the sun and do nothing. So we came up with an idea that we shall not listen to the IC from then on. So he was telling us what time we should start packing up because the people were getting lesser. So after we gave out the last cup of water, we went to sit down behind the fence and rested our feet and butts. Soon later, the 6 of them, including the IC, came to pack up. They didn't have the guts to ask us to pack up with them because maybe they were guilty conscious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back after the last runner came back and we all went home after collecting our pay and vouchers. A few of us knocked otu instantly. For me i went online for a few hours and at 5+pm, i went to sleep thinking that maybe i should take a nap before going down for my uncle-cousin-aunty's BBQ because it was their birthday on that Sunday. So i thought it should be safe not to use an alarm. When my friend called me at night, i woke up and picked up the phone. He asked me some questions and then asked if i was sleeping. I said i was napping and i asked him what time was it. He said 11+pm. Then i turned and saw my brother playing game and asked why didn't he go down. He told me it ended already. I was like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OH SHIT!&lt;/span&gt; They must be blaming me for not going down. Hopefully my brother explained why i didn't go down. So i was thinking of cooking some noodles since it was 11+pm and my parents were not in too. So i went to the kitchen and found some noodles and chicken wings my brother brought back from earlier for me. So after wolfing down half the quantity that was brought up, i went to watch my brother play game and watch anime till 1am. After that i actually went to sleep again! All the way to 830am. I was full of energy when i woke up. Never had such a great feeling before. I totally fell in love. Fell in love with sleeping of course! LOL! I now know why people love to sleep so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before i start the next line, i wanna say thank you for reading on because it takes alot to read up till now and thanks for the patience and interests into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was pretty good. My lab test during PDPR was pretty screwed up because i fixed the wrong component values into the wrong holes. The lecturer came and check and checked my components and said i got the capacitors wrong! So i panick and fixed it. When i got the first wave, the lecturer came back to my table and said " Wah you change very fast ah!" I was like erh of course! panic already! then for the second waveform, i got the capacitor wrong again! I changed it and then i fixed it again! Guess what! I fixed it and i noted the readings right before the time ran out! MUAHAHA! i'm good! Very good! LOLOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During lunch i found another conclusion. Dragonboaters never listen to what others have to say and be in their own world before you have to shout at them and ask them to listen. For instance, i was just talking to my friend and i wanna tell him about the run the day before and when i was like saying it, he totally didn't respond nor did he look at me. Then he suddenly ask me to see if there was laksa available. Then i was like wtf? and told him no there isn't and walked off. Seriously, i told him about that shitass problem he has and it has no use i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, met up with leen, kelvin and en to catch "Enchanted" for the second time. It was so good that i didnt mind a second time. Well at least the tickets were cheaper. It's a nice show showing how simple love is in fairytales and how much we want love to be simple like in fairytales yet in reality, it is way too complicated and how much time and effort you have to put into love and love comes to you as and when you like it or not. A good mix of fairytale and reality. No wonder it became the top movie in the box-office in no time. Oh hey! i contributed 2 tickets okay! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home after that and kinda thought about stuff on the bus. Had some inspirations on writing poems while listening to songs. So yeah! I'm still a happy kid. No worries. I have to tune my mind to common test whether i like it or not. I have to. Anyways 10am class tomorrow. I'm going off to bed already! Yes i agree it's a long entry. I'm feeling a little impatient typing about the last part too. So yeah. If you finished till this part, congrats! you're ready for a thick book now. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and i miss my DARLING! heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Living in the shadow of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Having no one by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wishing for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For you were once close beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When the warmth was shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When our hearts were connected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When the time stopped for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Or at least now, for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It felt like tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The nights when i missed you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The memories of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The times with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now that you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I lost everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't want to feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Never have i known this much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Never have i known how much i need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Never have i known how much my heart yearns for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Would you come back to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Would you, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139815191244099890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R1RKrz1C0TI/AAAAAAAAAPU/wvSCTjXMyas/s320/DSC02275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were so not ready for the picture. Coughs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139815199834034498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R1RKsT1C0UI/AAAAAAAAAPc/chbvxDAs_Gc/s320/DSC02276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was the hand. Strictly the HAND ONLY! :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4349553863160847043?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4349553863160847043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4349553863160847043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4349553863160847043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4349553863160847043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/12/days.html' title='Days.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R1RKrz1C0TI/AAAAAAAAAPU/wvSCTjXMyas/s72-c/DSC02275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-334749768397518485</id><published>2007-11-25T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:54.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night times.</title><content type='html'>Okay i have no idea how a big news like the recent Cambodia incident can fly pass me just like that but i just got news of it today. It came pretty sudden ( well at least for me). Felice ( yes i hate you for disconnecting so ****ing many times) told me about it and i was like "okay tell me everything. I want to know every single detail" Well maybe you guys are wondering why am i so interested in this news, well maybe it's because dragonboat and volleyball in my school has been pretty close. So i wouldn't miss out any chance to know anything that has got to do with it. As she went on talking about it while i did my online tutorial, she told me that 2 of our former PE teachers were involved. One of them was drowned and the other one was fortunately rescued and got pass with injuries. That was when the mega shock came in. I was slightly depressed over it as they are people whom have been in our school and taught us before ( or maybe relieved us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i heard of the news, i quickly thought of friends who might have been on that boat and friends who might have friends on that boat. I messaged them and asked if they're doing fine because it already made my heart fluctuate a little when i heard of the former teachers, what more if they might have kins or someone close over there. My heart goes out to those involved in this Cambodia incident. Yes it might appear small yet it has damaged several people's heart. Hopefully the remaining 17 will come back safely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow Lin and i went to Felice's ( yes that horrid girl again. why? i'll tell you more) supposedly dance competition yesterday. When we got seated and when it started, we unknowingly attended a youth community service. We felt so cheated when she didn't really tell us what event are we going for! Okay that aside, i thought she did dance pretty well. Not too bad as a performer. Constant smiles and pretty energetic moves. Congrats on getting first place again. Well going to that service wasn't really a waste of time. The topic they covered was on Identity. It was very meaningful because i could really see it in my own life. Reflected how much we have been changing to suit the surrounding and not let the surrounding to suit you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright after that we went to meet Diana for dinner and yeah, we had a pretty(bytchy)good time. Lin was shopping for a pair of shoe and while she did that, i did some stunt and got caught on camera! Heh. Went to my friend's house and after that went back down to meet the 2 of them who were drinking Heineken over at Harry's bar feasting on free flow of peanuts. Haha. Time well spent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright class's at 8am to 5pm tomorrow. God bless our poor soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to people who ended their A's and O's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136816459791905106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R0mjWqpGsVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/AZeSXubwQuw/s320/Image000_24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hello Glamour Phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-334749768397518485?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/334749768397518485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=334749768397518485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/334749768397518485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/334749768397518485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-times.html' title='Night times.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/R0mjWqpGsVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/AZeSXubwQuw/s72-c/Image000_24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-7978346939898819262</id><published>2007-11-19T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:51:56.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories within</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to scream out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-7978346939898819262?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/7978346939898819262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=7978346939898819262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7978346939898819262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7978346939898819262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/11/memories-within.html' title='Memories within'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-1220350507600579518</id><published>2007-11-09T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T05:55:58.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories.</title><content type='html'>I will try to update this blog as many times as possible for the "blog-stalkers" to be updated and also for people who care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i have been doing pretty well. Just that maybe this couple of days, i have not been feeling very well. Not the sick kind of thing. School has been taxing enough for both physically and mentally. I haven't felt this kind of mood for ages because maybe i have been avoiding being like that and kept the spirit high. Avoiding is not the solution. Yes i agree. To tell you all the truth, i've been feeling lost for many years now. Been thinking what am i doing and why should i think the way i thought. Been caring for people who don't deserve it. Okay school's just a facade. Yet i simply refuse to make my problems or emotions others'. Hopefully i'll feel better after blogging a few of the things in my mind. ( it always does)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent enough, we went to visit Mun over at her house. It has never been so cozy. The food was great ( credits to her mom ) and we were chatting away, updating each other. Time flies just oh-so-fast. It seem as if we were still enjoying our post O-levels holidays when we are already in Second-Year of our tertiary education. I miss the days in school where we hang out till late night after school with our uniforms and being so comfortable with each other. Yes i do miss the days when we still had him as our classmate, as a friend. I still remembered that the principal had been putting in exta effort in controlling the discipline of the school. There was this day whereby she made it legal for us to tuck out our uniform ( because we will go for detention if we get caught tucking out). It's funny how everyone tuck out in class looking so messy. It's all in the past now. Sweet and bitter memories. Nonetheless, i do treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I held you close to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You chose to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You chose not to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've waited for you to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You chose to be mute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanted to be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You chose to push me aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When tears dropped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You ignored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The last kiss of good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A kiss that i can never get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You are not here anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why am i here holding back what i'm trying to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The sad sad thing is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can never say good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The terrible thing is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You never get to see this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The painful thing is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You never really cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-1220350507600579518?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/1220350507600579518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=1220350507600579518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1220350507600579518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1220350507600579518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/11/memories.html' title='Memories.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-5928783575074770176</id><published>2007-11-05T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:20:26.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>Many thoughts had wondered past&lt;br /&gt;Many people have walked by&lt;br /&gt;In search of the truth in the thousand lies.&lt;br /&gt;Who, what, where and how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MRS RYU-SOON-TO-BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Good luck in your confrontation with your dearest! :))&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed your soup! MUHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO people who is concern, I've been fine. Just that things have been piling up and i'm feeling pretty stressful yet not doing anything about it. School's such a pain isn't it? Well hopefully it will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to people having A's and O's.&lt;br /&gt;Really, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;good luck&lt;/span&gt;. Study hard people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5928783575074770176?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5928783575074770176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5928783575074770176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5928783575074770176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5928783575074770176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/11/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-5238430086924638081</id><published>2007-10-28T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T09:34:57.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST AND NOT FOUND!</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; my phone today. Just when i thought the day was good at Sentosa, i can't find my phone in my bag. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Highly&lt;/span&gt; moodless now. Not because i lost the phone, but because i lost all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;contacts&lt;/span&gt; that i have for all these years. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the contacts in poly have been lost because i didnt write them down. Everyone, please, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;email&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me your contact numbers if you don't wanna tag it here and let others see it. Sorry if it caused inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to people having A's and O's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5238430086924638081?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5238430086924638081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5238430086924638081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5238430086924638081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5238430086924638081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost-and-not-found.html' title='LOST AND NOT FOUND!'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-5355342253782244493</id><published>2007-10-12T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:55.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rw--VrywRhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pMiFwvMlTTM/s1600-h/IMGP1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120520581085677074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rw--VrywRhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pMiFwvMlTTM/s320/IMGP1846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sweet picture, a sad memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When i was taking bus down to training on tuesday, i saw this pair of siblings on board. They alighted the stop after i boarded and something just struck me. Seeing that they were chatting happily, i was thinking what will happen if i had a sister. Will my sister bring me out to shop or just out for a simple dinner or ice cream? Haha. It was a pretty random thought but no harm thinking right? Oh and the sister was pretty. :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay anyways school's starting in no time! When the holidays just started, time was going so slowly ( or so we thought) and now when it's the time where some of us dread, it's friday already. In just 2 days, we will be starting school. How sad. Well let's hope that school can actually do some help in stopping me thinking of unnecessary stuff or like what everyone said, being emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's always this common topic that will set almost everyone thinking once it is mentioned; What are we doing with our lives? What have we been doing? What are we going to do next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry it just came to me suddenly when i was changing. My brain knows no limit, which is bad. Then suddenly another of my past entry hit me out of no where. Why are people that don't even bother about me the bunch of people that i care the most when there are people that i neglected who cared so much about me? Well then there's another thought which came right after that. I've been hurt plenty of times because i thought that i've not been caring enough for the people i neglected and when i start to care for them, they just played with your trust with other motives. So should i trust people like that or should i get ahead with my nonchalent attitude? Yet maybe some of them are genuinely sincere in caring for me. Yes i think i shall do the selective attitude. If you don't know what it means, then it's okay. It's okay for myself to know. LOLOL! I'm such a loser. Doing self counselling here and let the world know. LoL! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;OH WELLS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now then. Tell me what do you think? Are the topics i mentioned set you thinking? Drop me a SMS or you can send an email at &lt;a href="mailto:stop-emoing-and-get-a-life@coolmail.com.uk/im-kidding"&gt;stop-emoing-and-get-a-life@coolmail.com.uk/im-kidding&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a good weekend everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good luck to people who are studying for A's and O's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. for people who cares and people who will think differently of me again, I AM &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; EMO! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5355342253782244493?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5355342253782244493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5355342253782244493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5355342253782244493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5355342253782244493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/10/sweet-picture-sad-memory.html' title=''/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rw--VrywRhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/pMiFwvMlTTM/s72-c/IMGP1846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-7747765519199182456</id><published>2007-10-10T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:56.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time ago..</title><content type='html'>Holidays are so ending! This is like one of the rare times that i'm asking for more holidays because most of the time people with such long holidays will be so excited to go to school. Okay this is the time when you start to ask my why. LOL. Okay i see a why coming up (just let me THINK that there's someone alive still reading this and asking me question okay). Well because when school starts, i will start at 8am on monday, enter into a class full of elites and once again be pressurized by their wonderful results as compared to my pathetic result. LoL! Well we'll see who's in my class soon won't we? Oh by the way, i have 2 of my super funny and smart classmates from year one joining me in&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MY CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! SOOOO HAPPY! Let's have another chaotic term again! muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay for people who cares, i'm doing very well. Apologies for not updating for so long! Well i'm pretty free already. So MAYBE you all can expect a little more of me around here. Been working different jobs during the holidays. First was the GCA as shown in the post below, the other one was the NATAS fair. I tell you if you think giving out flyers is very easy money, i tell you it's so not. Well at least the people are nice. Next stop, it's packing the PSLE papers. Okay in case you all don't know what i do there, most of the time is slacking because we have to wait for the principals to get the papers down to the headquarters and for us to pack them and shelf them. So thats about the tasks that we are given to do and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Group IC i was under don't really know our names at first. So she tried to remember all of them and all. She did remember all my groupmates' names but she only calls me by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mr Ong&lt;/span&gt;! Like wthhhh! Okay i don't really mind but when my brother and friends heard it, they were like laughing their ass off and kept on calling me mr ong. LOL! Anyways everyone was fine, joke around and all but except one freaking byotch. She's the over-all head of the entire event so she gets really bossy. She picks on me alot just because she caught me making a little too much noise once. Excuse me, there wasn't any principal nor any important people so why would you care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this time when my group was told to sit at the sofa to wait for our IC so that we can start work at 2pm. Im quiet most of the time because i don't really know my groupmates. So when the malays heard that they're gonna start work at 2 only, they went to mosque for their friday prayers. So they left the place and forgot to shut the door. I shouted out and asked them to close the door after them but they didnt hear me. Instead, that byotch heard me because she was about to go to other rooms. She then asked me to keep quiet because everytime she sees me, she will see me making alot of noise. Then when i was about to explain myself, she just walked away. I was really pissed. Then there was this guy in my group who witnessed the whole thing just gave me the "nevermind, forget-it" look. Then i told Ms Diana about it and said if she pick on me again, i'll definitely shout back at her. Being the boss around doesn't mean that you can scold people without knowing the entire situation and the worst thing is, not hearing the explaination. Dumb bytch. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BYTCH&lt;/span&gt;! Hope you keep balding and stop acting cute. You're neither pretty nor cute. Ew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay enough of those shitty people you meet in life. Lets talk about LURVE! haha. Okay i may sound really emo but no i'm not. Just maybe, resigned. Some closer friends have seeked advice and asked for a pair of listening ears with regards to their relationships and love-life. Although i haven't been into any, i still do try to help them as a third person point of view for a clearer picture for them. Once in a blue moon, some friends would just talk about their girlfriends/boyfriends, or maybe just talk about some other people who are in a relationship. Sometimes they will talk and talk and when we come to a situation whereby one of us disagree with another, we'll prove ourselves with things that we know. Sometimes people will just say, "You haven't been into a relationship before, what do you know?" or "You don't have a girlfriend, how do you know?" True as it is. What do i know? Experience still counts no matter how much effort you have put in to think for the people in such dilema, no matter how good your advice is. It is fair to use such arguement against me when people jolly well know that i don't wanna get attached yet? Sometimes people challenge me and tell me things like "Well at least i have a girlfriend, do you?" Occasionally i would just ignore it. Sometimes i will just argue back and tell them it's not that i'm left on the shelf. I just don't want it. Really i'm thinking, what's the purpose of having such arguements? Is getting into a relationship that important and something that you can actually boast about? I can say, you are taking the relationship too lightly. I think i have said enough. Now for a light-hearted part of the entry;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture gallery! HEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119670856165901730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rwy5hLywRaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TaiPIHMh0m0/s320/DSC00141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AH HAH! i have one virgin place lesser! HELLO WORLD! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119671612080145842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rwy6NLywRbI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hVxvAcyvxow/s320/Image013_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was too wild at work that they had to do this to me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119672346519553474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rwy637ywRcI/AAAAAAAAAOc/NO_sZIIk3_0/s320/Image014_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Trust me we look SO retarded sitting on the table posing like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119672870505563602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rwy7WbywRdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Obqn7GSUgTc/s320/Image000_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;When we're bored waiting for food, we do this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119673557700330978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rwy7-bywReI/AAAAAAAAAOs/1I22INfBm5E/s320/Image002_18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And this. P.S. Dear diana, i only said not friendster. Not a blog. HEH! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119673931362485746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rwy8ULywRfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/2hizYCzg9WY/s320/Image007_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Happy Birthday in advance Bimbo-s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119674618557253122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rwy88LywRgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/nPi0kqwwf7k/s320/Image012_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus rides of a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SUPERMODEL&lt;/span&gt;! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-7747765519199182456?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/7747765519199182456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=7747765519199182456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7747765519199182456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7747765519199182456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-time-ago.html' title='A long time ago..'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rwy5hLywRaI/AAAAAAAAAOM/TaiPIHMh0m0/s72-c/DSC00141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-5783838027880574452</id><published>2007-09-10T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:57.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work days.</title><content type='html'>It has been long since i have actually came to this page and started blogging. I'm most probably one of the most inactive blogger ever but OH WELLS! LoL! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrights so to update people who cares, life's good. Very good. LoL! Do update me about yourself by tagging the blog alright? ( yes i'm trying to trick you all to tag more :X )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a few people, you all might have know that i worked in the Game Convention Asia 07 ( GCA 07 ) since a few days back until the recent sunday. It is actually a job that most people would LOVE doing because you can do almost everything at your own will as long as you do your part. Not that other jobs aren't like that but this is way better. You get to go around getting goodie bags, laugh like no body's business, joke with the ICs, CAM-WHORE and you get paid while doing those! How good is that? LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first day, we had our morning briefing before we actually start setting up our individual booths. There was this part whereby our boss said that we will meet different kind people while we are at the booth. After 4 days, i beg to differ. We only saw people who happen to fall in one such catergory; singaporeans. The eight of us ( Vivien, Ahrief, Vance, Yong liang, Elson, Yong yuan, Larry and me) were situated at the information booth where people come and get their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt; goodie bags. We were the first people that the public will see because it was just in front of the entrance. So in other words, we were actually the face of the entire event ( ahem, yes models. heh.) . The first day was the toughest day because we had to arrange everything and also make sure that people get all the goodie bags that we packed and had to make sure we had enough for everyone and not anyone wait. And because of that, we had paper cuts. We were putting in the brochures and everything into the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;GIGANTIC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;( the paper bag is bigger than my crumpler) bag at high speed when the crowd just wouldn't go off. At the end of the day, we were all worned out and dropped dad right after we reached our homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the second day, everyone came up with an idea of only giving the quest cards for everyone to complete the quests and redeem for their goodie bag and not collect their goodie and walk off witout playing the games. We all thought it was a good idea so we executed it. It was way better than first day because we just gave them the cards and leave the packing to other people at the redemption booth. LoL! Okay so on the second day, only 4 of us were at the counter whereas the others will be inside the booth blowing &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;BALLOONS&lt;/span&gt; ( or so it looked like.) The four of us, Larry, Elson, me and Yong Liang were chosen because we spoke the most the first day and so since we are more familiar to it, we have to be at it. The other reason is because maybe we could speak like machine guns ( this job trains you to speak like machine guns too). Try saying, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi welcome. This is our quest card. You are to complete the eight games that are stationed at the back of this booth just down this way. For each of the games you complete, you'll get a stamp. After you complete this card, you can walk down to our redemption booth and collect your goodie bag and you can also fill in your particulars to join in the lucky draw. Thank you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in just about 15 seconds and repeat them everytime you have someone at the back. I tell you our throats sored like mad. LOL! For the last few days, we had to talk at that speed for the first 2 hours because after the first 2 hours, the crowd becomes too much to entertain explanation. So we just gave out the cards. But we don't mind because blowing the balloons will need more breathe and energy. LoL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay there was this system that actually works damn well. It is to only give out 200 cards every hour. Trust me after we put the notice up, we have queues filling up like mad. We have people queueing for the cards for 53 minutes because the cards ran out in just, maximum, 7 minutes! The minimum time was 2 minutes. That's why i say we only saw one catergory of people. It's really crazy how free we get after distributing the cards in just such a short time because after every wave, we won't have anything to do but to wait for the next one. So some of us just stared at the crowd queueing up and count the cards in front of them. LOLOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People just can't get enough of the goodie bags. Despite coming for the first time or coming on the previous days, they came back nonetheless just to get our goodie bag. The worst thing is, some of the people&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; what they are queueing for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright enough of the bytching. I thought that if not for the limited days of the convention, i wouldn't mind working over there because it's really slack and the environment is really good. Every morning when i reach that place, i get really high and active. It's just the sudden surge that came to me and lasted the whole day. When i was working for Topman, every morning was disastrous. This one, i look forward to everyday working with the people and also enjoy the feeling of the new/old friendship. The people in charge of us changes everyday but they were all very out going and very kind to us. Except that some of them might be a little more strict to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt;, the small girl who always got bullied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rayne&lt;/span&gt;, the girl who would decide everything for us to make things better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;, the mom of 2 who is very fun to work and joke around with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Wendi&lt;/span&gt;, the strict tall lady who would make use of all the man-power we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; to the ICs who took care of us. It would be less fun without you all around. I will so miss the days that we worked together as a team and made things work despite it was only mere 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108648276197227858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RuWQilklvVI/AAAAAAAAANs/h6o8_AWuuqs/s320/DSC02943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this game. err no. the picture. errr no actually, the mascot. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108648761528532322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RuWQ-1klvWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hE-hPVuFASs/s320/DSC02945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Redemption this way please. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108649251154804082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RuWRbVklvXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ng48EZ0ocTc/s320/DSC02973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girl in green is the love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108649599047155074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RuWRvlklvYI/AAAAAAAAAOE/7c1I74i1qZ8/s320/DSC02979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yeps. They are the things that we blew. Nice &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;blow-job&lt;/span&gt; done aye? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot is lagging badly now. I'll post up more funky stuff next time im back. These are all taken &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;DURING&lt;/span&gt; working hours by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Good night everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5783838027880574452?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5783838027880574452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5783838027880574452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5783838027880574452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5783838027880574452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/09/work-days.html' title='Work days.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RuWQilklvVI/AAAAAAAAANs/h6o8_AWuuqs/s72-c/DSC02943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-3471584949741046932</id><published>2007-08-25T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:57.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairspray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RtBtaVklvUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kL_VtWSwqKc/s1600-h/829385627_c68b1d672e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102698677045411138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RtBtaVklvUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kL_VtWSwqKc/s320/829385627_c68b1d672e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our long-awaited holidays have finally came. After so much effort been put into our exams, i think this is our well well-deserved break. I'm sure most of us would definitely use some breaks! Well anyways the exam papers were really tough. Come to think of it, i think it's because we deserve it too. What i heard was that we had such tough papers for our exam is because during our common test, many left way earlier than the time that they should. They said common test was very easy too. And so, to make us stay longer, think better and cry, they made the paper tougher than the past years paper put together! The last paper was TP. I was suppose to be "emo" over it after the paper because it was not really well done but the thought that the exams are finally over, i just went insane. LOL. I'm just glad that it was over. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it has been a few days since my papers ended and i have a whole list of things coming up! I'm not worried about whether i have the stamina to be attending so many things, but rather, i'm concerned for my wallet. I'm so gonna be broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends and i went to catch a show (or i would say 2 shows because we seperated and watched different shows) right after the last paper. 3 of them went to watch "Bourne Ultimatum" where as the other 3, inclusive of myself, went to catch "Hairspray". We seperated because the 3 of them think that "Hairspray" isn't nice. Tell me what shows are nice when this, a 4-out-of-5-stars show , isn't nice? I thought that since we just had our last paper, we shouldn't be watching something that violent. Maybe some comedy or something. That's why i insisted on watching Hairspray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i tell you all, the show is something like high-school musical but the story-line is really good. At the end of the show, they'll play a song which is really catchy. JOHN TRAVOLTA IS THE FUNNIEST GUY (erm woman) IN THE SHOW! OMG! LOLOLOL! So i would definitely recommend this show to everyone! After the show i was telling my group of 3 about how we would react since we watched different movies. I was telling my friends that the people watching Bourne Ultimatum will be more "emo" than us, the group who went for Hairspray. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when we met up again after both our shows, it proved me that i was RIGHT! I tell you i was SUPER high to the extend that i even when dancing while walking around Vivo. I bet everyone thought that i'm crazy, but OH WELLS! LOLOL! whereas the people who went for the other show came out and looked tired. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be getting Islander card soon i think. I think we will be going to Sentosa alot more often after i get that card! MUHAHAHA! Went to Sentosa with a bunch of club friends and the sun was like SCOTCHING hot. it can kill man! I almost fainted cos' of dehydration after one game of 15 points. I bet you all would have guessed it already. Everyone got burnt. I'm no exception ( because my skin is already seasoned to tanning and i seldom get burnt). Well thank goodness mine's only mild one. I think i'm going Sentosa again next Saturday with another gang of friends. WOOTS! MASS TANNING! Oh and i just saw on yahoo news that sun bathing is actually addictive. LOLOL! :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrights i'm supa tired already. Kinda surprised that i can actually last to finish this post and at least update once in awhile. LoL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well good night everyone. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-3471584949741046932?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/3471584949741046932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=3471584949741046932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/3471584949741046932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/3471584949741046932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/08/hairspray.html' title='Hairspray'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RtBtaVklvUI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kL_VtWSwqKc/s72-c/829385627_c68b1d672e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-4602989289065565909</id><published>2007-08-14T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T10:20:06.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More songs.</title><content type='html'>i'm in need for these songs again. Yes they are by Celine Dion. If any of you heard it before or have them ready, please please please send them to me? Thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A New Day Has Come&lt;br /&gt;I'm Alive&lt;br /&gt;- Celine Dion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4602989289065565909?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4602989289065565909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4602989289065565909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4602989289065565909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4602989289065565909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-songs.html' title='More songs.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-5129026680533675607</id><published>2007-08-11T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:57.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housework!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rr3oiWJPliI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cWTkCTfVhYk/s1600-h/31735906615784l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097486030010816034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rr3oiWJPliI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cWTkCTfVhYk/s320/31735906615784l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MUHAHAHA and im back for another episode of total crappiness! HEH HEH HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyways, today was a horrible day! I was doing house work the whole day! well that was until earlier evening. Well i have no idea why but i just felt like washing my shoes when i washed my slippers! LOL! So i had this really big bucket of water filled and threw my shoe in pair by pair. The water became black can! LOL! I went to clear my books and the drawers and i tell you when i was arranging my drawers, many memories came to me like nobody's business! Was looking at the birthday gifts i got for the past few years when i was in secondary school. Dam i miss all my friends. There were also letters and cards. I couldn't thank you all enough for caring for me. The feeling was great. I was grinning to myself as i went through the letters and also the few pieces of paper with few of my past dreams and experiences. I realised that we have all really grew up. Time changes everything. OH WELLS! Better grab hold to all the people and memories now because we will never know when we will lose them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday tomorrow. I REALLY HOPE THAT I CAN STUDY ALOT TOMORROW BECAUSE MATH IS ON FRIDAY! SHEET! im late in my studies already. have to catch up soon. AHHHHHHH! Study week's here already anyways. Heh! well im feeling tired all of a sudden. May blog tomorrow. im off to bath now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya around people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAKE CARE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5129026680533675607?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5129026680533675607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5129026680533675607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5129026680533675607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5129026680533675607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/08/housework.html' title='Housework!'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rr3oiWJPliI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cWTkCTfVhYk/s72-c/31735906615784l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-1499029261048746078</id><published>2007-08-10T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:57.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOOO!</title><content type='html'>HEY HEY HEY! WASSUP! LOL. Okay i don't now why but recently i have been feeling really high. haha. good mood luh! well i guess the weather changed, so does my mood! Just for people who care, i am doing very fine thank you! LoL! Exams are coming so most probably i will be on mugging spree. I'm already late for mugging spree. SHIT! LoL! Well i just had programming today. The paper was killer, the one that i have least confidence in getting high marks for. Oh wells! Who cares about programming. I hate it. I just hope that i dun have to repeat that dumb module with that dumb lecturer. LoL! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well had been watching anime recently and this anime that i was recommended is really good. It's on the 19th episode only though. It's called "Claymore". If you are someone who like action kind of anime ALL THE TIME in the show, this is the show. Regardless of which episode, there will bound to have fightings going on. A very nice show. Indulge in it and get addicted! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasn't really bothered by this by whenever i think of it, i'm thinking of what does it mean actually. The thing is that when i woke up this morning, i realised i was crying in my dream because i felt tears flowing down my eyes onto my pillow ( yes my dear dear pillow &lt;3).&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's a saturday. Gonna study study study, i hope. LOL! What a sad saturday. Well see if i remember to help my mom clean the floor tomorrow. LoL! Oh wells!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kev: you got attached and i realised you are starting to change. Well i guess thats what love does to you. I guess what i can say is good luck and all the best dude! I will accept the fact that you hate me talking to you now. haha! Oh wells!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay Gerald, Ridhwan and i had been taking a few pictures in class when we were bored. I tell you they are dam funny. LOL! here are a few of them! Sorry for this side of takglamourous me. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097157477897573858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rry9uGJPleI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gUea16XPz9o/s320/06082007032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The armpit man. Ew no. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097157658286200306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rry94mJPlfI/AAAAAAAAAL8/zKV3IGMswD8/s320/06082007036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;IT'S MY TURN NOW! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097157928869139970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rry-IWJPlgI/AAAAAAAAAME/gftTeXJNwss/s320/06082007045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My inner self. He's called Harry. Literally too. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097158173682275858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rry-WmJPlhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/yB2ZclkuFhQ/s320/26072007017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;EDRICASAUR SAYS RAWR! heh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-1499029261048746078?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/1499029261048746078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=1499029261048746078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1499029261048746078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1499029261048746078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/08/woohooo.html' title='WOOHOOO!'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rry9uGJPleI/AAAAAAAAAL0/gUea16XPz9o/s72-c/06082007032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-4030087593169084883</id><published>2007-08-07T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T12:48:49.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>If anyone has this song, please send it to me. Your help will be greatly appreciated. The lyrics' kinda apply to how i feel at this very moment. Yet when i finally choose to believe in myself, i'm not sure if i can do the same to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart aches.&lt;br /&gt;The wound tears.&lt;br /&gt;Too much for time to heal.&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to let go&lt;br /&gt;Or would you embrace this&lt;br /&gt;And go all out of your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics people. Sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's The Way It Is&lt;br /&gt;by Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;And I know your story&lt;br /&gt;I see what you're going through (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;It's an uphill climb&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling sorry&lt;br /&gt;But I know it will come to you&lt;br /&gt;Don't surrender'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can win&lt;br /&gt;In this thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want it the most there's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to go and your heart's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And thats the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you question me&lt;br /&gt;For a simple answer&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say(no)&lt;br /&gt;But it's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;If you stick together&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna find the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't surrender&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can win&lt;br /&gt;In this thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want it the most there's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to go and your heart's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faith&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And thats the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life is empty&lt;br /&gt;With no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And lonliness starts to call&lt;br /&gt;Baby don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Forget your sorrow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love's gonna conquer it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want it the most there's no easy way out&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to go and your heart's left in doubt&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on your faithLove comes to those who believe it&lt;br /&gt;And thats the way it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wbzZMA3BQ8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wbzZMA3BQ8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4030087593169084883?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4030087593169084883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4030087593169084883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4030087593169084883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4030087593169084883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/08/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-3163661500140944566</id><published>2007-07-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T09:14:21.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO</title><content type='html'>Okay yes im emo. Whatever. Im thinking too much again and i hate it. So if anyone thinks that im actually enjoying this, no im not. I HATE IT. I need some hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL NOW FOR THE HAPPY STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MELISSAYEOBINING AND I HAVE DECIDED TO MARRY EACH OTHER IF WE ARE NOT ATTACHED BY THE AGE OF 20! so much love! &lt;33333333!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-3163661500140944566?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/3163661500140944566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=3163661500140944566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/3163661500140944566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/3163661500140944566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/07/woo.html' title='WOO'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-6156057122589337119</id><published>2007-07-24T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:58.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RqZF02JPldI/AAAAAAAAALs/bvqDsbUdvT4/s1600-h/3030011c78f1aeec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090833202978723282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RqZF02JPldI/AAAAAAAAALs/bvqDsbUdvT4/s320/3030011c78f1aeec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many things happened since the last time i blogged. Too many. Both happy and unhappy ones. Hopefully the happy ones are more than the unhappy ones because i'm barely left with any of those memories. I'm left with the few good ones for indulgence and also the bad ones to remind myself how it all happened and ended. These are the memories that i think lies with the true meaning. Many what-ifs and maybes went through my head, clearing almost all the little corners in my mind. Yeah, i'm thinking too much again. My mind works in this complex manner that it gets filled up easily yet with such random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really thinking about a few of the random things in class today. It was really meaningless because i have my priority; my studies. It was really funny how i even manage to get really crazy in class despite the thought of keeping silent the whole day. Even during training, no one would believe that i was "emo-ing" because i went really mad. I had to make myself really high so that i get distracted from the meaningless thoughts and be myself again. I did 3 rounds of vigorous running before training, tossing the emotional problems behind me temporarily. It felt good. That was when i started getting really crazy around my friends. The urge of going clubbing came suddenly although i have never went to one before. The thought of wasting myself at home came to me too. Well i used to tell myself that i will only be a social drinker and not become a drunkard ever, so that actually busted the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Before i call it a day, i promised Ridwan to tell the world his chinese name that we got for him. It's Rui Wen. LOLOLOL! Not a bad name. Gentle yet masculine. LOLOL! :X Oh wells. I'm off then. School's at 8am. Will try to blog more often. Gonna be mugging tmr. Shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of a friend jingle&lt;br /&gt;The wise words tingle in complexity&lt;br /&gt;As the realm of despair consumed what seemed so plain,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing knowledge of the plight land into lights of solace.&lt;br /&gt;What seemed so near and reachable&lt;br /&gt;Might already be walled up with indefinite encumbrance.&lt;br /&gt;A disoriented soul shall remain&lt;br /&gt;In search of the doorway out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-6156057122589337119?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/6156057122589337119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=6156057122589337119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/6156057122589337119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/6156057122589337119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RqZF02JPldI/AAAAAAAAALs/bvqDsbUdvT4/s72-c/3030011c78f1aeec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-6666626170962492844</id><published>2007-07-09T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:58.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranquility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RpJwhd6lIAI/AAAAAAAAALk/GFpdWPUJNVE/s1600-h/ig290_sun_01_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085250649523036162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RpJwhd6lIAI/AAAAAAAAALk/GFpdWPUJNVE/s320/ig290_sun_01_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emo-ed the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerald was emo-ing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope he is doing well now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There isn't much to blog about actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went blog hopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And found out that everyone's doing fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope it stays this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is peaceful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no arguements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun and happiness everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's tomorrow morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta run now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the queen comes out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And eat me for supper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-6666626170962492844?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/6666626170962492844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=6666626170962492844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/6666626170962492844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/6666626170962492844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/07/tranquility.html' title='Tranquility'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RpJwhd6lIAI/AAAAAAAAALk/GFpdWPUJNVE/s72-c/ig290_sun_01_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-3823358851512213570</id><published>2007-07-07T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:58.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Ro_wGN6lH_I/AAAAAAAAALc/-BpJsEVaq10/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084546493929824242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Ro_wGN6lH_I/AAAAAAAAALc/-BpJsEVaq10/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went Sentosa-ing with a bunch of fools ( heh! my very good poly FWENS! ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made a fool of ourselves in front of a bunch of bigger fools. ( the pros.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh remember the post whereby i said we knew this group of people who were at sentosa and regretted not getting their numbers? Well guess what? THEY WERE AT SENTOSA TOOO! At first i thought they didnt remember me at all then when we needed them to help us with a few pictures, i asked if they remembered me. THEY SAID YES! Okay im touched. LOL! Then at the end of the day, they didnt wait for me to get number from them. THEY CAME TO ME! WHAHAHAHA! Okay i'm touched again. So now we officially have our Sentosa group. LOLOL! I think it's time to get an Islander card. Cos' i'm pumping Sentosa so much money lahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh did i mention we went sentosa because it was gerald's I&amp;amp;E event? Well apparently we got alot of things today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tabulation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-New friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Gerald's group passed his module for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We all had bonding with each other outside class for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i guess i finally did something good and meaningful during the weekend. LOL! Well i have to do all the clues for my own event which is coming up next saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Invitation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A race that will get the team moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Venue - Botanic Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Time - 10am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Date - 14th July 07, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone has any emergency and can't contact me, do come to the Botanic Garden and look for me. That's if you know which station i am at. Cos' all the stations and questions are set by none other than the super model, Me. LOLOLOLOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's late now. I better head to bed before my mom gets really pissed and stuff a shoe up my ***. LOL! When i get the pictures taken today, i will post it up. Stay tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Take care. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-3823358851512213570?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/3823358851512213570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=3823358851512213570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/3823358851512213570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/3823358851512213570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/07/sentosa-ing.html' title='Sentosa-ing'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Ro_wGN6lH_I/AAAAAAAAALc/-BpJsEVaq10/s72-c/IMG_0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-2022398326740799112</id><published>2007-07-01T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:58.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082260622140579810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RofRG96lH-I/AAAAAAAAALU/YUvrBQugZT0/s320/Dark%2520forest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I hate it everytime i get emotional and think a lot during weekends. It's such a pain. I have been thinking a lot and at every now and then, i feel like blogging down the thoughts in my mind but when i am actually blogging now, i have nothing to say. It's always like this. Even on the bus, i will think of things occasionally and when that happens and i thought it can really affect me, i type them in my phone. Portable Blog. Not bad eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I officially woke up at 4:30pm today. Why officially? Because i woke up at 12+, checked phone and went back to sleep. Then woke up at 1+ again to check phone and went back to sleep. I think i'm doing it in every hour. Stayed at home the whole day. Eat, watch tv, look at phone and chat online. That's pretty much my boring life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone have been saying "Transformers" is nice. I am sick and tired of it! I WANNA WATCH IT! Unfortunately i don't think anyone would wanna watch it with me. Maybe on Wed, i'll watch it alone or something. Well i'm sick of asking people who would turn me down everytime. In other words, i hate to beg. Therefore, it led me to a road whereby independance is the best way out. First i have learnt to eat alone. Then swim alone. Now i should try watching a movie alone. Then maybe i can go walk around in town alone too! How fun! Can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay anyways, i've been thinking about the event that is advertised island wide. About the Global Warming thing. I've been thinking to join some groups that will help in nature. I mean in protecting animals or saving the rain forest. I think they are pretty cool. Since young i have been very interested in mother nature and the animal lives. Haha but these are just thoughts i guess. I'll just watch the party at home on tv. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard this song multiple times everytime i visit this blog. I thought it's very good. I found the lyrics and found out that it's even better! Very meaningful. The song's name is Home by Chris Daughty ( if i spell the name wrongly, oops.). The song explains how a Home should be and can be. How love can be so limitless despite the cruelty of the outside world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright gonna have practical test tomorrow. Hope i can connect things properly and perfectly. If not i am pretty screwed. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2022398326740799112?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2022398326740799112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2022398326740799112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2022398326740799112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2022398326740799112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/07/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RofRG96lH-I/AAAAAAAAALU/YUvrBQugZT0/s72-c/Dark%2520forest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-2395072365195174501</id><published>2007-06-28T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T10:32:09.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensual</title><content type='html'>Alright it was just moments away since i got home from training. It was quite tiring i guess. My contacts were like super dry. Maybe because i wore them since 8am! Okay the training today was a little rush because we wanted to train on their basics and also their spiking. Well some of them can be good as long as they keep polishing their skills while the others need more practice. Hahaha. No offence people. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay as i have said in the previous entries, I would have gotten back all my results and i will make a summary on how did i do on it. So here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;FOOP&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;62 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;TP&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;DEL&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;82&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ACDA&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;84 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EM3A&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i was quite surprised with the last 2 papers i got back today which were ACDA and EM3A. ACDA was at 8am. It was an one hour tutorial and i was late for about 40 mins. LOL! Well when i got into the room, suprisingly most of my class were present! Okay that's not the point. Well the point is, i went up to the teacher and asked if i could have my paper because he was going through it. Most of the time he would ask why am i late (especially when i'm more than 30 mins late!) and would often mark me as late. This time round he was like smiling to me and was flipping among the papers to look for my paper. I was looking at the scores praying that it was not mine because they are all ranged between 50 to 70, while signing the attendance. Then when he suddenly said "Ah, there." I was like "Oh no don't tell me i got about that range". Then when he released his hand, i saw the score and i was like YAY! The feeling was SENSUAL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was EM3A. I was kinda nervous because the people beside me were all nervous about it and when it got close to my name, i was like oh NO! Then when she called my name, i was like here! Then i was analysing her face and she was nodding! Then i was like "hmm okay maybe i didn't do so bad. Maybe a 80+?" (Because she said that this paper is the revision of the math of last sem and we should all get above 75.) Then when i saw the score, i was like "OH YES!" and i literally raised both of my hands as though im the champion or something. LOL! Okay i'm weird. But I really didn't expect my Math to be getting 90+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i'm really tired now. Woke up at 7+ am today. I should really be in bed now cos' im having class at 9am. If i wanna skip acda, i think i will be in school by 10 then. LOL. Then again, im meeting kt in the morning to pass him things. Shit. Have to be early. LOL! Alright i'll be signing off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's getting better! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2395072365195174501?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2395072365195174501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2395072365195174501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2395072365195174501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2395072365195174501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/06/sensual.html' title='Sensual'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-4442004638183350409</id><published>2007-06-27T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:06:14.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity</title><content type='html'>Okay you all can call me dumb or what, but guess what i found out before i go to bed today! Gastric Flu is actually a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;virus&lt;/span&gt;. LoL. Just happen to be curious on what it is. Read about the symtoms, vaccine all these. I didn't know it was a major virus invasion in Britain on 23 Jan 02. God the symtoms are like vomiting and some will develop diarrhoea. It is also called the "winter vomiting disease". What a weird name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways, i'm just here to keep my blog occupied before the rest of the 2 results are released tomorrow and i can do a summary on how i did for this common test. Hahaha! Let's hope that i will still be smiling when i do that. Well till then, GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE! Class's at 8am tomorrow. First paper will be given at 8am. What a day to start. LOL! Training tomorrow. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Take extra care, people who are sick. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4442004638183350409?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4442004638183350409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4442004638183350409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4442004638183350409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4442004638183350409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/06/curiosity.html' title='Curiosity'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-5518031496193384104</id><published>2007-06-26T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T11:39:22.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass.</title><content type='html'>Okay I hate my FOOP lecturer. I think after today, everyone he taught would be hating him to the core. Like who the **** tell their students "If you are not interested, you can quit this module" when they failed this paper in the common test!? Even people who scored close to 80 got humiliated. We were all humiliated by him lah! wtf.&lt;br /&gt; Okay i shall not disclose the results yet. I got back FOOP paper and also the lecturer for DEL announced our results to us. I was literally shivering when she got closer to my name. Well i will disclose all the results when i get back 2 more papers on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have class at 8am later. Better rest now.&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5518031496193384104?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5518031496193384104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5518031496193384104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5518031496193384104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5518031496193384104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/06/ass.html' title='Ass.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-881416340584793868</id><published>2007-06-25T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:58.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of school.</title><content type='html'>Okay i think i'm pretty screwed. &lt;div&gt;Only scored badly for TP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like WTH PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hell no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the top 9 list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacky got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;! (wtf)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the girl that i forgot her name got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;89&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Rugger" got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;81&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;81&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Derrick got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;79&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;73&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gerald got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;72&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ridwan got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;71&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dexter got &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt;. (dick actually has a brain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly the China girls didn't score as well as i thought they would. Still I respect them for being brave to ask questions when in doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday i will be getting 3 papers back. DEL, EM3 and ACDA. Embrace yourself because it will be hell! Friday i will be getting FOOP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright i ought to be sleeping now. Thank GOD (literally) that it is raining now. It was so warm lah! Anyways, stay tune to find out how i did for this common test. Will have an overall entry soon. LoL! Hope i will still be smiling because i have no mood to study at all now. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080062520315202978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RoAB8mgpzaI/AAAAAAAAALM/UfbAlJKpj4g/s320/CIMG4446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Ruth. WAS studying in Singapore's United World College but now in some International School in SHAG HAIS (mispelt on purpose). She has this uber AMERICAN accent which makes me slang even more that day i was out with her. Oh and you guys will NEVER guess where did i first know her. lolololol! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-881416340584793868?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/881416340584793868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=881416340584793868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/881416340584793868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/881416340584793868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/06/start-of-school.html' title='Start of school.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RoAB8mgpzaI/AAAAAAAAALM/UfbAlJKpj4g/s72-c/CIMG4446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-7627801559917035051</id><published>2007-06-24T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:59.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Sunday.</title><content type='html'>I had too much things to say already. So let's just go into today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright so i was kinda asking people out today but since today's family day, i would expect them not to be free. So i was at home the whole day today watching tv. After teevee-ing, manage to finish up the assignment we were suppose to do at home. I kinda breezed through it because i wasn't really thinking about it and wasn't sure how i should do it. Well school's starting tomorrow so let's hope that i can get my hands on some of my classmates' papers and do some reference. ( yes REFERENCE!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's this show i watched in the afternoon that i thought it was funny and nice. Yet in the humor of the show, there are also sorrow in the characters. Like how the husband treats the female lead when she was madly in love and would sacrifice even her life for him. After doing so much for him, he managed to go into the capital and became a scholar. Then came back town with another wife. So the female lead is now abandoned after doing and loving him so much. What was even more painful is that the husband can actually bad-mouth her in front of her newly-wed wife who is the daughter of a highly authorised official. I find that cheap and ugly. Oh wells. Guess the actors were good. LoL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright so i had dinner at the coffee shop below my house earlier. It was such a pain. Lately i have been suffering from some "internal pain". Mainly the stomach and the gastric. I have no idea what caused it but most probably due to my irregular meals nowadays. I told my mother just yesterday and she was like telling me how i should take regular meals. Yeah like i don't know already. I'm already trying. Earlier when i was already in pain, she was like telling my aunt about my condition and they both kinda gave me the "serve you right" feeling when they really meant me well. It was just paranoia i guess. Anyways while i was eating painfully, there was this mentally unstable old man shouting to the air some vulgarities and to my surprise, in english. Look, this is exactly why toa payoh is so laughable to most of the people i know/knew. It's such a pain and saddening because of these people. I know it isn't their fault to be like this and definitely i do not despise them at all. I am just thinking why are all these people clustered around this area. Oh wells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, i really really wished that i can talk to someone. Someone that i know for very long. Someone who have went through life with me for quite some time. When that happens, i think the things i wanna share will definitely last longer than 2 days. Yeah. If only i can trust. If only i am more open to things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways Lost up now. I totally forgotten that ANTM was at their finale last week. They started off with a woman trying to keep her tears in by playing some happy songs while sobbing hard to keep the tears in. I know that feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright i'm feeling lazy now. Kinda bored of LOST cos' i think i'm lost in the show. LoL! Anyways here's some crazy pictures to entertain y'all. We were all feeling retarded yesterday and we took alot of funky pictures. LOL! Damn fun! We're gonna meet up again this friday. I think. LoLoL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone. Happy schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079647888467414338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rn6I12gpzUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cHMAV8vnFNY/s320/Photo-0623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We wanted the funny three-way pic. LOL! Oh look at my shirt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079648300784274770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rn6JN2gpzVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/k_-gnG_92WE/s320/Photo-0625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;For once, Zoe is taller. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079648549892377954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rn6JcWgpzWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/S9k1zU1hp3I/s320/Photo-0641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Too hot to resist. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079648975094140274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rn6J1GgpzXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/CIhlHgq7sWI/s320/Photo-0650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The bodyguards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079649215612308866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rn6KDGgpzYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c4UvTsVFf1E/s320/Photo-0662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hur hur hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079649396000935314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rn6KNmgpzZI/AAAAAAAAALE/8WZDU-YdXRk/s320/Photo-0659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She's hot. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-7627801559917035051?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/7627801559917035051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=7627801559917035051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7627801559917035051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7627801559917035051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/06/boring-sunday.html' title='Boring Sunday.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rn6I12gpzUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cHMAV8vnFNY/s72-c/Photo-0623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-4978240978233240516</id><published>2007-06-21T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:12:59.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training.</title><content type='html'>Waking up to a sunny afternoon, thinking of what to do for the next couple of hours before i go for training. Apparently i wanted to do a lot of things. Priority was meeting Brian ,cos' he didn't have any date, like i promised. Unfortunately he needs to complete one of his assignments. So yeah, it's cancelled then. So i had to stay at home and go get my brunch alone. My brother and his gf ate already and apparently, he and his gf went to sleep after they finish eating. Like oh my god please. LOL! I really have to salute them for being able to sleep after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well eating alone sure is fun. There's only me and my brain. So most of the time to avoid me feeling really lonely, i thought of many many things. Got over things that i should with just a sigh. Oxygen can really refresh one's mind. I even thought of how much fun we had yesterday at Sentosa. LOL! It was one of the most enjoyable time if i'm not wrong. It was the first time that we stayed till the sky turned dark. Really that's why i was kinda bugging our gang about the chances of seeing the group of people who played with us yesterday. Yu lin and i kinda regretted not exchanging numbers with some of them over there because we thought we could go sentosa as one whole group next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another half of my day was wasted doing nothing and thinking what i wanna do or what i have done. That's pretty depressing to know how much i have done. LoL! Well i guess that's what eating alone can do to you. I used to be afraid to eat alone around my house but i guess it's fine now. Oh wells! Anyways i better head to bath before i'm very late for training later. Maybe i'll be back later or something. Laters everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078436119279422770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rno6vmgpzTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LrkomL4SyXU/s320/Image000_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Alfred took it. We were just staring blankly into the river that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4978240978233240516?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4978240978233240516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4978240978233240516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4978240978233240516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4978240978233240516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/06/training.html' title='Training.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rno6vmgpzTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LrkomL4SyXU/s72-c/Image000_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-2970294762054203899</id><published>2007-06-20T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:00.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be more fun if i'm less direct. Apparently it wasn't at all funny. When you asked, this sudden gush i had made me not want to explain myself but just to, yes like you said, avoid. That piece of message was purely me asking for an update and not intending any underlying meaning. To tell you the truth when i saw what you said about it, i was disappointed. I just wanted to make it a simple message yet it turned out this way. I really didn't know it would turn out this way. All i want is to be friends. Not someone whom i fear that i would offend in anyway that i speak. Yet everytime i try, it fails badly and the gap widens. Maybe i should just leave it as it is. Not trying anymore and just be as quiet as possible. Yes i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright depressing things aside. I went Sentosa today with Yu lin, Jocelyn, Alicia and Herman. I was late, as usual. We all had the fun and laughter over while playing beach volleyball the whole day. We even made friends with a groups of friends who came and asked if they could play the next time. LOL! REALLY! It was like really weird because at the end of the day, we all were like as if we knew each other for like years or something when we still don't know each other's name. LOLOLOLOL! We were laughing like mad and yeah, we really had lots of fun. Oh and i got caught for refilling my big gulp. LOL! woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i think i shan't go into details now. Cos' i'm really tired and it's 3 32am now. Good night everyone. Oh and Happy Birthday Brian (although you didn't reply!). Tell me if you have a date tomorrow afternoon. If you have none i'll date you out. :)) Hahaha! Take care people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078232576484298002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RnmBn2gpzRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6MLgbVUnh74/s320/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Toothpaste models.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078232928671616290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RnmB8WgpzSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hOeGGn2RQn4/s320/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;LOOK! i think i have a dimple! OMG! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2970294762054203899?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2970294762054203899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2970294762054203899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2970294762054203899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2970294762054203899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/06/sentosa.html' title='Sentosa'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RnmBn2gpzRI/AAAAAAAAAKE/6MLgbVUnh74/s72-c/DSC00558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-5656623678231051530</id><published>2007-06-16T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:01.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home.</title><content type='html'>Five days have past, many things happened at camp. Many thoughts and many colours. I mean literally, colourful. LOL! Before i start on the camp, i really really have to talk about what happened after the camp was over in the afternoon yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright so Augus had an event which was held yesterday at about 6pm in the evening. It was a volleyball game between the International Kakis and the local team. I'll tell you all, it was a match that will BLOW YOU AWAY! I classify the factors which will make you drop your jaws Factors WoW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Factor WoW 1: They are like super tall. Out of both teams, i think only 1 guy is shorter than me and there's one more guy who is a little shorter than me only. The rest of them can touch the white strip of the net(which is at about 2.42m) by just reaching out their hands!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Factor WoW 2: Some of them can fly. Like the white strip will be at my forehead when i jump but when they jump, the white strip can touch their chest. WTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Factor WoW 3: All of them are killers. They can spike like they are going to puncture the balls. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Factor WoW 4: Their digging skills are like mad. Everytime someone spikes from the other team, they will have it up in the air in no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Factor WoW 5: Their team work is flawless. Like seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The atmosphere was really really tense as they were in game. Lots of spiking, digging and definitely a lot of shouting and cheering here and there. The game made me wanna play volleyball so much more now. Also i have a target height that i wanna reach. The height of the player who wore Jersey number "17" ( cos' that's my number too!). He's like 190 lah! I play the position he plays and he's from SP! Okay i'll be the clone in NP! LOL! Alright that's stupid but the game was totally awesome. LOL! I love volleyball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways i'll briefly talk about what happened at camp because it was 5 days and i can't really remember that many days of event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day zero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The committees arrived at 1pm and we chatted and played some cards before we went up to the club house and brought them to the child care centre where we were sleeping for 5 days. Went out for lunch, helpers book in and the day very much ended with card games and night walk trial. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what! I left this entry for like many hours and im still stuck here. I don't feel like blogging already. Let me continue next time alright! ahhahaa! For the time being i'll upload a few pictures at camp and hope i will get the rest from my dear wifey soon! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076715503841037506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RnQd2mgpzMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OUeXKVYS-I0/s320/P1030618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's my wife with her secret crush. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076716384309333202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RnQep2gpzNI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dADUI0COkGo/s320/P1030642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's my group. I was super sleepy at that moment so wasn't really enthusiastic about the games. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076717054324231394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RnQfQ2gpzOI/AAAAAAAAAJs/126Xp5CAMD8/s320/P1030697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My girlfWen. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076718269799976194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RnQgXmgpzQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PYg06WSl04w/s400/P1030719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The madness after ice-breaking. I look like i'm doing break dancing. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5656623678231051530?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5656623678231051530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5656623678231051530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5656623678231051530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5656623678231051530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-home.html' title='Back home.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RnQd2mgpzMI/AAAAAAAAAJc/OUeXKVYS-I0/s72-c/P1030618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-9180202527716466950</id><published>2007-06-10T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:29:55.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out</title><content type='html'>Was out with Nad, Lin and Alf.&lt;br /&gt;We were been total bitches. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my favourites though.&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Alright i will be having camp from tomorrow onwards.&lt;br /&gt;Will be MIA for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;Miss me people.&lt;br /&gt;For those who doesn't, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Because i'll miss all of you. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-9180202527716466950?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/9180202527716466950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=9180202527716466950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/9180202527716466950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/9180202527716466950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/06/out.html' title='Out'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-546924450094568750</id><published>2007-06-09T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:01.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.</title><content type='html'>The usual thing i do everytime when i don't have school; wake up to check the phone for messages and go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay there were a few messages from my friends so i went to see it and replied. So after exchanging a few messages, i went back to sleep. I really have no idea how did it happen but i'll just roughly describe what i dreamt about because the things are now very vague. Silly, unreal but it gave me a wake-up call. Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dream was about an evil mother who will go all out to destroy her child's future as though it satisfy her in every need. Ridiculous but it happened in my dream. It started out somewhere which i can't remember. Then it was at the volleyball court. It was an important match as there are professional coaches around to watch the match and if i can excel in that match, i might be offered a place in a well-known volleyball team. So when the match ended, the coach approached me and talked to me for a bit. Then he went into the main topic and invited me into the team. I was delighted and thought that it has finally came. Then the "evil mother" appeared and shouted something in front of me and the coach. Something that will stop the coach from wanting me into the team. Then i turned to her and asked her to stop. When i turned back, the coach turned and walked away. Almost immediately, tears came running down. The chance that i have been waiting for has just went away just by the mere words of my "evil mother". I turned and stared at her viciously. Then i forgot what she was saying, but i'm sure it was about something about our finance. Then i was shouting:"THAT'S FOR MY UNI!". I repeated that line for a few times and broke down on the spot. Suddenly the surrounding became darkness as though i've dropped into abyss. Then i tried to shout out really hard. Then i woke up realising that i was shouting out what i was saying in my dream. That was the one time that i felt embarressed right after my sleep because my brother and his girlfriend were sleeping. So let's hope that they didnt hear me. Anyways back to the dream. I have finally confirmed what is truely important to me. Volleyball and making into university. Oh in case you guys are wondering, no my mother is not evil. She is the woman who made everything worth living for! Haha! Characters in dreams are often the opposite of the people real life i guess. LoLoL. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i got out of bed, i went to watch tv. It's the "Price for peace" show again. I'll tell you all it is a dam good show. The actors and actresses are very very good. There are also a lot of meaning to the show as to how people fight for their freedom during the Japanese Occupation in Singapore. Two thumbs up! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways the day was quite boring because after the show i went to get myself some food for breakfast ( at 4:30pm). I went to my Aunt's place to eat what i bought and i was kinda tutoring my little cousin who is in her primary 4 preliminary now. I was asking a lot of questions to make her understand the question and after about 30 mins, i finished explaining the question step by step. Then i asked her to redo because whatever she wrote down are the notes taht i told her. So she erased everything and started doing. It's very annoying to how she didnt understand how she should do it and she actually memorized the answer. So i asked he how did she get that and what was she finding and she actually gave me an excuse of not being able to explain it to me. So i asked her umpteen times and she still gave me the same answer. So i told her :" Oh okay then. Do whatever you think is right then. I'll just see if the answer is right." I was goofing around with my other cousins in the shop while eating the ice-cream that my aunt got for us while she was doing. And the final answer was wrong. I asked her how did she get that and what was her final answer for, and she told me she didn't know. Then i turned from being goofy to serious. I was scolding her like mad. I told her that i'm teaching her all these because i want her to understand and not want her to memorize and give me the crap that she didn't know how to explain. I can see from her eyes that she was about to tear and was only holding back. Then i lowered down my volume and explained to her again nicely. Then she completed the question and i told her to go get her ice-cream because i was eating in front of her trying to tempt her. HAHAHAHA! Now i know why she was so scared to the extend of crying yesterday when i told her to grab her things and come to my house. Aww man. I am not so scary. Or am i? :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay after teaching her only one question which took about an hour plus, i went home and started gaming my life away and you know do the slacker kind of things. Eat, play and waste my time off. Oh wells! Let's not talk about it anymore in case i go back to yesterday's entry. LOL! Well i'm about to bath now. I'll blog soon. I hope. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074126308576447666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rmrq_mgpzLI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2bMw0R0IQeg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-546924450094568750?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/546924450094568750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=546924450094568750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/546924450094568750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/546924450094568750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/06/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rmrq_mgpzLI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2bMw0R0IQeg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-6876816933960206848</id><published>2007-06-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:01.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>OKAY finally the common tests are over. This is the first time that i'm feeling so relieved since i've entered poly! Normally i would brood a little over the last paper because they are normally oe of the tough modules but i totally didn't even felt like i would care if i passed or not! I simply went mad to the fact that our papers are over! HAHAHA! SO HAPPY! FIVE PAPERS ARE SO NOT EASY! Damn it felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that i thought my friends and i would go out and hang out or something but apparently not. They have their own programmes already. So yeah i guess that was okay. So i went home and grab my stuff and called Tay Min out for a swim because my tann is so fading already. So we went for a swim and went to eat my favourite $1 ramen. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so i was pretty excited about going to Sentosa tomorrow but apparently it is cancelled. I remembered i declined another outing because i wanted to go to Sentosa. So much for it. I should learn how to choose a more promising outing with my friends. It's like okay no one should be blamed for this. It's just that all the people that the organiser (yes i am thankful that you planned this) asked have already planned out something for their own. They will be going Sentosa with their own individual groups. Oh and i know a lot of people are heading there too. It's like the people who told me they have something on tomorrow are heading down to Sentosa. So maybe tomorrow i will just waste another day at home. Or maybe go East Coast alone. Gee i really wonder how did Yang Zhi did it. I wanna try it. Oh wells. Life's like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I'll still thank the people who would drop by everytime and read here. It's okay even if you all are not tagging. At least i know someone out there would care. That would be enough. Oh and for people who tagged, YES YES keep it up. You all are the pillars of my blog now. LOL! Weeeu Weeet! Alright then. I'll just think about how i'm gonna spend my time alone in the far away land. I wanna go to the zoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cya all soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073728740633726114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RmmBaGgpzKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bhnGJJ8hsbE/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-6876816933960206848?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/6876816933960206848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=6876816933960206848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/6876816933960206848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/6876816933960206848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/06/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RmmBaGgpzKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/bhnGJJ8hsbE/s72-c/IMG_0197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-5331366893815205285</id><published>2007-06-04T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:00:38.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one.</title><content type='html'>After so many weeks of hard mugging and Common test started today. It was our first paper, also one of the toughest. It was Telecommunication Principles. I had some of my friends to go to school early to have lunch with me and do some last minute mugging although i don't really believe in it. Haha. Anyways we were still discussing about what we have studied/read when we were walking towards our exam hall. LOL! So we met Xing, Shaun and the gang. So i was like fooling around before we all head up to the hall and i was kinda making myself high so i wouldn't be so nervous. LOL! So yeah the normal announcement yada yada. Oh and at the end of the paper, i checked it THREE times ( maybe more but im not sure)! The more i check, the more doubts i have for my answers! So i was actually telling myself to be confident and the answers are right! Hahaha! Well so far so good. Since we went through some questions and well, maybe i would score for it? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math's tomorrow at 8 30am. I have better sleep early tonight if not i will definitely regret sleeping late cos' i will make a lot of careless mistakes when i'm sleepy. Good luck to everyone under the same stress as me too! LOL! Have a nice night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5331366893815205285?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5331366893815205285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5331366893815205285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5331366893815205285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5331366893815205285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-one.html' title='Day one.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-8535255096577343635</id><published>2007-05-26T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:44:00.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse Bar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;: In case anyone who doesn't have the stamina to read the post here, this post is at least 2,555 words long. So read on at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 May 07&lt;br /&gt;Was actually working at a bar called the Muse bar. It was their grand opening and it's said that they sent out 800 invitations and 1000 replied. It's a weird math but it happened. We had to report at the bar at 8pm so i met up with Jerome and Matthew before going. When we got there the atmosphere was really good except the glaring lights that was spinning around. We had a briefing about how the event was going to be like. We were also told that a lot of the celebrities and important VIPs will be there. We were told about the prices of the bottles of drinks and glasses of drinks after eleven because from 8pm to 11pm, it was free flow for all the guests. So apart from the wait, the party pretty much started at about 9pm. They had the guests to wait outside at the bar before letting them in when we had about 200 guests waiting. So all of them just came in all at once. In just 15 minutes, the bar was filled with foreigners and also all the glamorous locals. So the work started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the guests were rushing for the champagne bar because it's the most expensive drink that comes in glasses. Then again, the people who were there that night were all rich . Alright so we were all told at the briefing that when it's freeflow, we will only be needed to clear the glasses and not serve them unless they insisted. So we were all clearing the many glasses that they emptied in just seconds. Here comes case number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding a tray and looking out for glasses to clear when this guest asked me if i could get a glass of red wine for him. So i was hesitating for awhile and said okay since most of the guests are still drinking and there wasn't many glasses yet. So i went to the wine bar and tried to get one for him but at the bar, the lady told me to ask the guest to help himself because it was free flow and all the guests will have to queue up fo themselves. I went back with a few of the emptied glasses in my tray and asked him politely to go over to the bar and help himself with the drinks. Then replied politely ( thank god) and said it's okay, he will go later. Then he went on talking to me for awhile saying that why am i perspiring so much ( hello it was like a thousand people put into a room that can only hold 200?! duh it's hot) and he offered my tissue paper by helping me wipe my perspiration off. Then he introduced himself and offered a hand-shake. So not to be rude i swap the tray onto the other hand and accepted his hand. Then his shake was killer. When he shook my hand, one of the champagne glasses dropped and broke. I was like OH NO! Then he was like "don't worry. Tell you manager i was the one who broke the fcuking glass. TELL YOUR MANAGER I WAS THE ONE WHO BROKE THE FCUKING GLASS!" He was like shouting at me asking me not to worry about it. Actually i was not even thinking of what will happen other than asking someone to sweep off broken bits. It's common to have broken glasses so obviously the manager will not even bother about it. So he was like quite worried that i would get into trouble so i just smile and said not to worry, it's okay. He then asked me to get on with the work and don't worry about the broken glass because i had to stand over the broken bits until someone comes before someone gets hurt. I went off after it was being cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to leave all the glasses in the kitchen and came out and saw alot of emptied glasses and jugs on the table in front of me. So i went up and asked if i could clear the glasses for the guests. So when im done putting them all into the tray, i got up and being very careful not to knock onto the guest standing beside me. In the end, the guest jerked a little and hit the tray. So the jug fell off the tray and onto the cushioned seat and onto the table spilling most of their drinks. So all the guests around the table was like oh oh oh. Then the one who knock me over said sorry sorry. Well to be polite, i said sorry too because you will never know if the guests will blame you for faults that are obviously not your's. Anyways, some of the beer spilled onto the guest's pants. So i was like telling him about it and how sorry i am. He just patted my shoulder and said not to worry and smiled. Then i just cleared it and went off smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think all the guests are cool and polite, listen to this. I came out of the kitchen after clearing the glasses and jugs. Then i saw there are empty glasses infront of 2 foreigner and one indian. So i went over and asked if i could help them clear the glasses. Then they shook their head and asked me for a refill! Okay they were the different guests so i ought to tell them that it's free flow. Yet they insisted that i should help them take. I was placed in a difficult position because i shouldn't serve them because other guests who might see it will want the service too. So i was standing there thinking if i should. So i thought it would be fine if i just serve the 3 of them. I went to the bar and ask if i could have 3 champagne and was told that they had to go and help themselves again. So i went back and told them that they had to help themselves. So they were like giving me the arrogant look and the indian said " Oh no no no. WE want 3 champagne. Get it for us. We are special guests. We will tip you later. We are very special guests." GET THIS STRAIGHT MUTHUR FCUKER! I may be poor but im in this job because my friend asked me if i wanna go! Not because i need money desperately. So i wouldn't care if you are tipping me OR not. So i went back to the bar and asked for 3 champagne again. They told me that they are already out of it although the queue was still VERY long. ( like i said the guests drink cham like drinking plain water) So i went back and told them that we are currently out of cham. Then one of the foreigner said " oh no. We want 3 champagne. Get it for us." Then i repeated that we are out of champagne for like 1 million times and the answer was " Oh we want 3 champagne. Go on." Then i suggested if i could help them check if we still have anymore. Then i went to the kitchen and checked and i heard that they were asking their boss if they should get another 12 bottles of cham out. So i went back and said we are currently out of cham. So i asked if they wanna have any other drinks. "Oh no it's okay." said the foreigner and gave me the arrogant look again. So i walked away thinking how special are they exactly. Then after a while later i went back and asked if i could clear the glasses for them. The foreigner who was left behind shook her head giving me the look which says "ew why are you back again?" fcuked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The free-flow ended so it's up to the ordering part already. I thought it would be difficult because i hate to serve customers. Okay when i was walking around clearing the glasses and trying to fake as if i was not one of the eleven who would be taking orders. Apparently i couldn't lie because of the huge menu and order chit that i stuffed into my pants. LOL! So the first order came from a foreigner. So i showed him a menu and i totally didn't know what he was saying. It's probably the accent that he adopt and also the music was too loud. So i had him to point out his order on the menu. Also i can see the cost of it to write on the order chit. So i went around to the cashier ( trust me its complicated stuff. They had different cashiers for different kind of payment.) and made the payment. We were promised that the cashier would be fast but apparently the cashiers were so NOT fast. While i was waiting for the payment, one of the guests came and placed his order. I couldn't push it to other people because i was the only one who was there with order chit. So i had to take down his order despite being told to only do one transaction at a time to prevent any confusion. He ordered 1 bottle of Vodka and one bottle of Champagne. GEES! That had easily cost him 290 bucks already! LIKE HELLO! RICH MEN AND WOMEN! WTH! Okay so i took his order down and went to get the drink for the first guest. I had it done in like 20 minutes! DAM i was very slow. I didn't know where to get it despite being told where. I can sense the irritance in the first customer when i got his drink to him. Then i went on to the second one. There was one more customer waiting to order his beer but i had his on hold. I totally forgotten about him and i had to ask him to be on hold again. This time i asked if i could ask someone else to help with the ordering. He was pissed and i was really sorry about it. So i went around the whole bar to serve the second customer. When i was at the champagne counter, i asked for a bottle and then he took my order list away. I needed it to take the vodka. So i asked back for it and the guy told me that i need to write the order onto another list. THAT they didn't inform us about. Then i was like WTF!? Then how am i gonna get my vodka now? Oh that's MY problem now right? So i had to ask the head of the people serving customers what should i do. So i got the solution and went on with my task. I was really perspiring like mad and still i had to shout my lungs out to make myself heard. Alright after getting all the drinks, i went to find the customer inside the foyer and hand him the drinks. He wasn't fussy about me being so long. He was smiling and asking if i could get the champagne glasses for them. I went and got it for them. He thanked me and smiled to me. Alright. The satisfaction of serving customers is when they smile and be polite and thank you. Well at least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's about it for the cases. I was walking around faking that im clearing glasses and not taking orders. It was WAY tiring to serve customers. So Jerome, Matt and i went to slack for about half an hour, came back and went to slack with angie and her gang again! So it was slack slack slack after serving the second guest. LOL! When i got back, one foreigner came and asked if she could have 6 champagne glasses because they have the bottle but no glasses. So i went to the kitchen and got 6 for her and came back. She was still in the queue and went on to find the bartender to ask for glasses. I bet she thought that i would be back. So when she saw me with the glasses, she was smiling and shouted "Oh thank you so much". That was all that i need to hear to go the extra mile for a guest/ customer. Oh i had to help them pour the champagne too because their friend had an injured hand. I didn't wanna do it but then again, I guess it was okay to do one last thing before i carry on with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole time i was working, i was shaking like hell. It's as though im on drugs and the symtoms are coming up. It's not that i am afraid or what. Just that maybe i have exert too much force that i was shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh one more thing. MATTHEW CHOONG! You are now despised by me you faghead. You wanna know why? Here's why. You can just totally forget my existance and keep going on and on with Jerome despite me being so close to you. You said you would quit it for me and then when i said why are you doing it again, you said work. RIGHT. So work can actually let you do it more? You had it more than 5 times in just one hour. Yeah sure. Lung cancer at 25. Good luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, after working, i think i've learnt a lot from it. The way that an event should work, how you should tackle a crowd, how the crowd would think if something goes wrong especially when the crowd is full of VIPs, what should you do if something goes wrong so that the party goes on as usual. Many things. Oh the people working there are SO SO SO SO SO nice. They are pretty good to work with although half of them are malays. It's so different from topman, where racism against chinese is the thing around there. I got home at about 4am, had my DINNER and then went to bed at 5am. Gees. Oh and angie, I think Samantha is cute. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i just up with alfred, may ee and yi ling to watch a production that yong lin, tze hui and their crew had done. It was not a bad show. I have to say that the things they do in the act and the things they say in the act are quite meaningful. Two thumbs up for it. Well what i truly enjoy is the time that i spend with the 3 of them after the production. We haven't met for ages, except for alfred, and i was really crappin' the shit out of me. Sharing the experience i had in school, asking about how they are doing. Telling them jokes and of course, my favourite time, teasing them a lot. We even did back-flashed into our secondary school days which was 2 years ago. I am very sure we all missed the time then. The Memories shall stay with us forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-8535255096577343635?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/8535255096577343635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=8535255096577343635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8535255096577343635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8535255096577343635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/05/muse-bar.html' title='Muse Bar.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-4353142023372396397</id><published>2007-05-18T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:02.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting</title><content type='html'>School was fine today i guess. The battery of my phone was being a bytch and it ran out just like that! Gee. I guess it was a sign. A sign to change phone! LoL! Oh and may i ask what would you do when you have a partner/team to work with, and what they did were just asking you/ others how to do, then doubt if you are doing it correctly after asking and then complain that he/they did all the things without you contributing when it is so obvious that you are the one who does the most work around? Life is such a bytch sometimes too isn't it? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my dearest miss Fernandez (Angie) and the well-known retarded thing, Matthew! You have no idea how much i miss them. Angie especially. It's like ages since i last saw her until today. LOL! We went around shopping for her friend's present and then we went to feast at Swenson's. She ordered like alot of food. Steak, pizza, ice-cream. Lots of fun and laughter when we were together. Then met up with Rahmat and went to find Felle at church. GEEE it's like a few centuries since i last saw both of them. So we were sitting outside church for awhile to catch up for a little. Felle still hasn't change a bit. She's still as retarded and stupid as before. LOL! Yet we still love her all the same too no? haha. Then she went back to study in the church while we made our way to the snooker zone. We were the 8th place to queue up for the tables. So we gave up playing and went to macs and slack our time away. We shared lots of things. Talked about lots of experience. We are all from different school so we can have lots of things to talk about and share. Again, fun and laughter filled the air. Oh did i mention that Angie, Matt, Mat and me were the infamous retarded 4. We burp loudly in the public and then have a good laugh at each other, do stupid stunts on the streets and laugh hysterically like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Angie was on the phone, i was looking at the 4 of us. It's like we are all 18 or 19 already yet we are still sitting together like when we were in sec 4, which is when we were 16-17. They are the people who brings me back to the time whereby we all were still stressed over O levels and had so much joy. Indeed time flies. It's going faster than we think it can. I really miss them. Everyone. The library days. The Class. Us. The 4e2ians. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh school is really stressing us out. We are all now on the different paths carving our own future out. People are getting futher away each year and it's hard to bring them together. I'm really glad that we are still unchanged. The memories still remain within us. The happiness, sorrow and relieve. Hahaha! Alrighty. Just to make things clear here before people ( yes you hitomi and mrs goh), this is not an emo post. I'm just glad i still have the friends i have before and also make new friends like you all. Haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i hope i can study tomorrow. Let me wake up early and study. Common tests are coming. To those who are having block tests soon in JCs, Good luck. Well now. Good night everyone! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lastly. I'm sorry Travis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065951624955874546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rk3gKY7OzPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4oMdII1kTF8/s320/IMG_0445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jill, Mich and Long. It's been long since i saw them too! Gee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065952342215412994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rk3g0I7OzQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/N3_odarKuhc/s320/IMG_3030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1B3. The other class that i miss too. All those funny times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065953171144101138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rk3hkY7OzRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1pmnDxRCB3g/s320/S6001393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nad, Alfred and Lin. Haven't been out with them either. Gonna meet up soon already anyways! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065953875518737698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rk3iNY7OzSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/aTqlSaLwnOA/s320/CIMG8977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Clubbers ( Volleyball). Well except the Ang Moh in the middle. He's the photographer's friend who is a total stranger who just happen to be picked by us to help us with this picture. LOL! So cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4353142023372396397?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4353142023372396397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4353142023372396397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4353142023372396397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4353142023372396397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/05/meeting.html' title='Meeting'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Rk3gKY7OzPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4oMdII1kTF8/s72-c/IMG_0445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-3242063400337262949</id><published>2007-05-14T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:02.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my dearest DEBRA HITOMI POH and MRS GOH MAMA, I am announcing to the world and especially to you both that i am NOT EMO! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay let us get down here right away. We had our Ripcurl Competition on Saturday. It was smashing. My team won 2 out of 3 matches scheduled for us and we all realised that beach volleyball is very different from the one that we play normally. So the rules and regulation had to be observed all the time because people lost a lot of points due to the rules. 2 out of 3 were not enough to get us to the quarter-finals. Which left me wondering how did the system goes. In any case, we were just there for the shirts. We were trying to get a prize although we were not really aiming for it. We did well didn't we? DIG THIS MAN! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stress is making it's way up into my head and taking a very long tour inside the brain. CT is in a few weeks' time and i have NOT studied a thing. GOD! Someone save me. Put the notes inside my brain please. WAH LAO! Derrick and Philbert are mugging hard now when i am like blogging the shit out of my life. LOL! I have to get a freaking 4 this sem! Well at least AIM! LOLOL! I should really be mugging hard soon. Maybe i will take the time after I.S. to mug. Toa Payoh Library anyone? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Jocelyn is sick and let us all pray for her speedy recovery. Oh training tomorrow! WHEE! Yu lin's coming down again. Hahaha! Hope i don't do PT tomorrow. I hate to lead the warm up. Hahaha! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO WARM UP TO WHOEVER IS READING THIS. PUH LEASE!!! :C~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay class's at 10am tomorrow. Let the pictures do the talking now. LoL! Since today's post is on Sentosa, let's have some Sentosa moments. They're not from Saturday though. They were taken a few weeks before the Ripcurl's competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064459704340495298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RkiTRLh-u8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_dcrmAwmNno/s320/CIMG9201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We are suppose to cover the holes on our faces. So yeah. Take one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064460481729575890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RkiT-bh-u9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/0xSD3qh7qQw/s320/CIMG9203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just another random post to not expose ourselves so much. LOL! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064460799557155810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RkiUQ7h-u-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/yjLyd--8npU/s320/CIMG9206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Poser! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064461233348852722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RkiUqLh-u_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/r9KZanPrlf0/s320/CIMG9211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Egyptian style! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064462504659172370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RkiV0Lh-vBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PMxLkG2OsQU/s320/CIMG9214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Leen the tall girl. :(( Have to fight with her on heights liao. lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright that's all folks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To the PA that will be reading, THANKS FOR BEING THE NO. 1 FAN! LOL! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Terence, It's not my fault for msn's error okay. It suck completely. Oh and do take care of yourself. Don't die on me just yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To Alv, God tell me are we not fated at all or what. LOL! I clicked on you and POOF you're gone! hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-3242063400337262949?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/3242063400337262949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=3242063400337262949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/3242063400337262949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/3242063400337262949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-my-dearest-debra-hitomi-poh-and-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RkiTRLh-u8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_dcrmAwmNno/s72-c/CIMG9201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-7788639941835023993</id><published>2007-05-13T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T11:41:25.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's day</title><content type='html'>Debra i am not EMO! oh-my-gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to the Botanic Garden today because i don't wanna have nothing to do again at the next I.S. class. Initially i had 2 groupmates coming with me. The other 2 was not free already. So Since it's Mother's Day, i asked them if they wanna go for their celebration and risk not having anything for next week again? So one of the 2 replied me saying "Mother's day celebration." The other one didn't even bother replying. So I was the only ( because im the fcuking group leader) going to the BG. I had to bother Derrick to go with me because i didnt know how to go to that place. So he and i were walking around. He had nothing to do with this but he went. Oh c'mon. I'm sure he have beter things to do than to follow me! How can he follow me and not my groupmates? They have no commitment at all. Oh so i don't have any celebrations too? You all are so wrong. If i want to do what i have to, i will do it and not find other excuses to escape the responsibility. Since you all want it this way, I will give you this way. Settle everything yourself and don't ever ask me how to do. I will not know how to do. You all made me do this. I had to beg around for people to follow me. You all made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's day people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i was with my mom and aunt for dinner. And of course my cousins and brother and his girlfriend. It was good. Too good. it has been ages since i sat down with my mom and dine together. Far too long. The feeling was very foreign yet warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There hasn't really been a friend that i could talk to since secondary. It's really easy to know if someone is listening, or just someone to humor you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell that someone about something general. Say " I'm really upset over today. The week hasn't been too well for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the someone replies like "Yes i know. I know how you feel. Things will get better. Don't worry." He/she is definitely NOT who you can talk to. The answers are just so cliche. I am very sure anyone can come up with those. It's as if they already knew what have happened and thought it's time to tell you the solution already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the someone replies like " You wanna tell me about how bad it went? If i can't help, the least i could do was to listen." He/she is someone you can talk to. When you are down, you just need someone to understand you and listen to you. Not someone who thinks they understood and tell you what to do without even listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try telling someone something that you want him/her to know and they appear not at all interested, tell them to get on with their work because they are busy. It is SO HARD trying to talk to busy people. Especially those that you've not talk to for a long time. Normally they would tell you they would talk to you again. Some would just go offline without even saying a word. It's really tiring. It's ironic how people would tell you how much they wanna be there for you yet never there, never listening, never talk. I miss the way we chat last time. The times when we were all not busy. Now, after so long, you are just too busy to reply. I guessed it anyways. Fcuk it. It's so hard to talk to anyone. I rather talk to the papers or the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Happy Mother's day to all the mothers in the world. Only with you, we grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-7788639941835023993?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/7788639941835023993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=7788639941835023993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7788639941835023993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7788639941835023993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/05/debra-i-am-not-emo-oh-my-gods.html' title='Mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-2586605324953657178</id><published>2007-05-08T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:58:16.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World</title><content type='html'>A world of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Embedded under the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Anger builds&lt;br /&gt;For selfishness has taken over many.&lt;br /&gt;The limited time of life&lt;br /&gt;Despite the eternal span of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got no appetite to eat at all today. Maybe cos' of the flu and all. Yawns what's more other than my whining again? Okay I'm stopping here. The main entry is only 3 words. "Fcuk this world"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2586605324953657178?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2586605324953657178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2586605324953657178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2586605324953657178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2586605324953657178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/05/world.html' title='World'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-8708347129435950876</id><published>2007-05-06T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:01:26.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The invisible night.</title><content type='html'>The crown speaks no more.&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the trials behind a dragon's tail.&lt;br /&gt;Left behind and not mentioned again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations were once made&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment comes close.&lt;br /&gt;The embedded misery&lt;br /&gt;From the world&lt;br /&gt;and for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been slacking alot today due to the extreme discomfort physically. I also realised that i become a whole new person when i'm sick. The thinking and the words used. The feeling of too much blood pumping into the brain causing it to see what was seen, to feel what was felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always searching for someone whom i can really talk to. Someone that i will cry in front of. Someone that shares everything to me. I've been too withdrawn for too long. Far too long. Searching the one in the million people. Since sec 3, i didn't have anyone to talk to. Not even the friends i think i named "Best Friends" ( Yes Nad you were the one whom i talked to and shared the most things with. Nadirah Othman). Those days were enjoyable. I cried and she knew. I'm troubled and she knew. Although she's a little too violent and vulgar for a girl but who cares! ( she's gonna be thick skin when she sees this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances of knowing these people are getting lower each year we get older. It's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this commercial about Mother's day ( when is it again? :X), and something that was said inspired me a little. "As long as i live my life meaningfully, i think i've done great for my Mom". Isn't that what all Mothers want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright class's at 10am tomorrow. (great timing especially when you are sick. zz ) Spider Man 3 with Vonn and gang. Our usual anti-monday-blues outing. LOL! Hope my body stops aching and have fun tomorrow. Cheers and good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Last thing again.&lt;br /&gt;I hate blogspot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-8708347129435950876?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/8708347129435950876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=8708347129435950876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8708347129435950876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8708347129435950876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/05/crown-speaks-no-more.html' title='The invisible night.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-940201315339332292</id><published>2007-05-05T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T11:00:25.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love being sick. Right.</title><content type='html'>My whole body is aching like toot.&lt;br /&gt;Went to play vb with vonn and gang.&lt;br /&gt;With bonuses, KK, yulin and herman.&lt;br /&gt;Had some tanning done although the difference in colour is distinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick.&lt;br /&gt;Flu&lt;br /&gt;Cough&lt;br /&gt;Muscle aches&lt;br /&gt;Fever.&lt;br /&gt;I so love to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i'm gonna be home alone on a Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;How nice!&lt;br /&gt;Brother went to Thailand till thursday.&lt;br /&gt;So lets hope that i am not found dead at home only at night.&lt;br /&gt;Home alone while being sick is so so so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Kinky thing! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my laptop can actually read some blogs!&lt;br /&gt;Yet sometimes i fear of the updates or no updates.&lt;br /&gt;I fear everything.&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to collapse really soon.&lt;br /&gt;Really really soon.&lt;br /&gt;Well i still hope everyone can be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Even those who hate me, dislike me or doesn't talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Smile for life.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own privilege to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and.&lt;br /&gt;Do take time off your busy schedules to rest yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Take care too yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head feels so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;No i don't need sympathy&lt;br /&gt;And definitely not another retarded comment from whoever you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;I have tons of tutorials to do and plans to make.&lt;br /&gt;Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Hope i can think straight tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;WHEE SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;SICK AND ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;VERY NICE!&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone.&lt;br /&gt;******* ( words i can't speak)&lt;br /&gt;OH WELLS!&lt;br /&gt;Nights everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh last thing.&lt;br /&gt;I hate blogspot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-940201315339332292?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/940201315339332292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=940201315339332292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/940201315339332292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/940201315339332292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-being-sick-right.html' title='I love being sick. Right.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-1457268336827609520</id><published>2007-05-03T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:47:29.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end.</title><content type='html'>Weariness sets in.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting aside helplessly,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where to go next.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been fixed.&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal.&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real.&lt;br /&gt;There's too much that time cannot erase.&lt;br /&gt;When you cry out,&lt;br /&gt;Wipe out all of your tears.&lt;br /&gt;When you scream out,&lt;br /&gt;Fight away all of your fears.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the end.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-1457268336827609520?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/1457268336827609520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=1457268336827609520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1457268336827609520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1457268336827609520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-end.html' title='In the end.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-8638960056218654386</id><published>2007-04-30T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:03.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday out!</title><content type='html'>Okay this sudden urge of blogging makes me wanna blog and risk waking up late for sentosa trip tomorrow. So Yeah! hahaha! first i wanna say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY NEHNEHPOOPSIE BANANA FUDGE! I didn't know there are like so many silent readers here in my blog. Gee i'm really honoured. For that, i shall blog more often now! LOLOL! Oh that's like one of the reason why i'm still here blogging anyways. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i was late for lessons again today. ( yeah no big deal liao. :X ) Okay anyways it's TP day every monday so when i was in the tutorial class, some of my classmates were called out to attend to a guy at the door. When they came back, they wwere like saying "wah lan, die liao lah. kana counselling" Oh yeah. You all are not sent to counselling for nothing. Think again when you all wanna go out of class and smoke and never come back. The lecturers in NP are not funny. Okay then they were like whining and whining and whining about going to counselling because they will have their parents called up. Obviously it's not the first time that they got calls anyways. So one of them actually thought of making up excuses on why did he disappeared from class the other day during DEL. Some of the excuses include "Oh my grandmother died.", "Then my grandfather died", " And followed by my brother died. That's why i had to go out of class" Oh why don't you say you whole family died? Or maybe you would die too. I don't see how funny it is to curse your own family when you are here laughing away. It was really irritating how they can actually laugh so hysterically on the jokes that are so not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then there's this other guy behind me saying " GAYYYY. Eh he man leh. Pierced his ear. So man. EH go pierce leh." Obviously he is talking about me because in the whole class i think i'm the only one with pierced ear. First, go buck up on your english before you start using hokkien to talk to the lecturers. Second, next time you wanna bitch about your classmate, do it outside. Because you will never know what will come back to you dickhead. Third, go fuck yourself with the other dickheads that goes to smoke with you. Oh and i really wonder how you manage to get through in life when you are no better looking than a donkey. Oh putting contact lenses for a change? Yeah sure. Put them on only when you have eyes. Oh i know how you made it through! Because you made friends with a bunch of rejected losers and got through together. Aww now we feel some love don't we? Trying to be hardworking? Oh yeah maybe you are. Maybe you already won me in GPA. I wouldn't know because i will never ask you. WELL WORK HARDER! I hope all the smoke that goes down your throat and comes out from the ass works for you. Bunch of mother-****ing asswipe losers. Trying having people calling you gay when you are not. Try getting your confidence and pride crashed still after so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a bitch is so much fun. Alright that aside, after class i went out to meet Vonn , Gary Jerry and Chuan. We met up on different timings so i'm not going into it. Then we went town and Vonn was doing alot of shopping. LOL! For a bag for tomorrow's sentosa trip. Well she didn't buy anything in the end though. So what were we, the guys, doing? CAM-WHORING of course. LOL! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did lots of crazy things and had lots of laughter. We even made lots of new words lah! AND NO I AM NOT A CHEENA BOY! I TALK TO MY MOM IN CHINESE ONLY LO! :(( Hahaha! Then we were goofing around Far East before heading back home. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well before i end the post ( i really wanna illustrate on what we did today but i have no time liao! I need to sleep so i can wake up on time tomorrow. So yeah. Read vonn's blog if you want.), Let me introduce to you the guy who asked me to mention him in my blog, kept talking about starting a blog, being as retarded as me, suggested i should describe him as CUTE ( in my blog, the only person i will say is hot, cute and cuddly is me. LOLOLOL! So self-centred and bitchy! omg. LOLOLOL! Oh and maybe some super models! ). He is also someone who pronounce ambience as "ohm-bience" while i called a spade the "dig-dig thing". LOLOLOL. Like we talk crap most of the time lah. ZZZZZZ! LOL! ZHANG JIA FISH THAT DROWN! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much talking, presenting to you.... JERRY! ( it's our second time meeting each other and we are like so retarded and laming and goofing around so much. LOLOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059305331268434786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RjZDZLh-u2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/F3m91t_xyRc/s320/CIMG9125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This picture was taken at the entrance of Far East. Actually, most of the pictures were taken at the entrance of Far East. Imagine how many people have seen us doing the weird things. LOLOL! So here are more pictures before i end this post. Have a good night everyone. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and. I miss talking to you.Yet everytime you come on, i didn't dare to talk to you. I even deleted your number to keep me from messaging you outside although i always have the urge to. ( i kept the number at home though. LOLOL!) Like i said. One month. Just one month. You will forget totally that i existed. OH WELLS! Maybe that's what friends should do i guess. hahaha! Cheers and take care man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059307560356461426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RjZFa7h-u3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/FHV79POX7Aw/s320/CIMG9130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I didn't know what to do. Anyways, RAWR! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059307826644433794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RjZFqbh-u4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/cI8_qBzqGYU/s320/CIMG9137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;EYE-EYE and DIG-DIG ( LOL! oh my god. =.=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059308251846196114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RjZGDLh-u5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5bpXYomUoZg/s320/CIMG9138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh would you just LOOK AT THAT! So huge. So sharp. What nice fingers you have. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059308685637893026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RjZGcbh-u6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/1c3QtZ9ky-Y/s320/CIMG9132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm trying to be creative here! GEES!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059309042120178610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RjZGxLh-u7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/a2--NvuD5nY/s320/CIMG9159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;To be a super model myself ( YES I AM OKAY!), i will need to have a super model mom. So this will show how she work it. WORK IT MOM! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-8638960056218654386?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/8638960056218654386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=8638960056218654386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8638960056218654386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8638960056218654386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/okay-this-sudden-urge-of-blogging-makes.html' title='Monday out!'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RjZDZLh-u2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/F3m91t_xyRc/s72-c/CIMG9125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-2226288571442847921</id><published>2007-04-26T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T09:10:56.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah.</title><content type='html'>Okay it was a absolutely tiring day. The day started out in a traffic jam i supposedly should be the faster way to school since im late already. NOOO! It became the longest one actually. I reached school at 08 40am when my tutorial starts at 8am. It was an hour's tut. and this is the second week and im late for two times already. OH NO! Okay yada yada to the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was alright. I took out 2 freshies to train. They were very willing to listen to me as i coach them as we played along. Yet the techinique was not really applied. So most of the time i was running here and there to pick balls. LOL! However, at the later part of the day, something actually went into them! They were improving alot! So it somehow gives me the "hweeling" of doing a good job. LOL! Not bad ah! Anyways i think some of the freshie MIGHT be here to stir up trouble. So we have got to look out now. HAHAHA! Oh and. One of our trainers is not gonna gt any chance to train any girls ever again. LOL! He don't take guys to train. Only girls. GEE! Dam ji hong. LOL! SO funny lahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really i didn't expect that ,other than the people who tagged, there are actually quite a few readers who doesn't tag. WAHAHAHAHA! I'm honoured. Hahaha! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. You know. WHen you said about being friends and all, i believed in you. I wanna share things with you but apparently there was no interest from your side at all. I wanna talkto you more other than just chatting online but apparently i don't get a reply after the first. Or ended the conversation after like 5 msges? I'm beginning to think if you actually meant acquaintance. Yeah i gues what you are doing is right. Keep a distance and all. Yeah. I would understand. So i wouldn't bug you from now on alright? It's really disappointing when i kept looking at my phone to check if i get a reply since the last reply. The whole day. Yeah. I will keep a distance. Yeah i'm being paranoid again. I know. You might tell me you were busy with things again. Haha. Even online. It's like i've stayed in front of the computer just to talk. Until you go off before i proceed with my things. Not to waste anytime. But Oh wells. Silly right? Alrights! haha. You're a busy person anways! Yeah i understand. No sarcasm to that! So. I guess that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think my brother is coming soon. So that's all folks! Please show that you came here and read before. The tag board is still on! LOL! Alright! I'm super tired and tomorrow's class's at 8am AGAIN! poor me. LOL! Dead tired. SIGNING OFF HERE! I LOVE YA'LL! ( yes with the slang that stanley can't stand. MUHAHAHAHA!) so bimbotic. =.=" LOL. self-entertaining siol! GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE! WAN AN MAMA! and stalker debra. and silent president. You know you know. LOLOL. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2226288571442847921?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2226288571442847921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2226288571442847921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2226288571442847921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2226288571442847921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/woah.html' title='Woah.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-9182207161465618833</id><published>2007-04-24T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T10:47:58.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRESHIES!</title><content type='html'>Oh right! I'm here for another episode of madness in school since we started school last week. Yes we all miss holidays don't we? Many things happened in the holidays too! No not emo kind. The fun kind. I think. LOL! Actually i didn't do much in the holidays. OKAY! Holidays are so over. So I'm here to talk about training! Maybe because i just came home from training and i haven't hit the shower yet. Let's keep it fresh. I really have no idea why i am feeling so high now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was fine. We, trainers, have to pick out 4 or 5 of the whole bunch to train on their basics again. So the trainers took their pick and went to train. Some of the trainers just stood there and talk to their trainees and refuse to go away leaving the rest of the trainers thinking who still hasn't been chosen. So toot can! LOL! So Raymond and i didn't choose and we decided to, you know, take the left-overs. LOL. OKAY that's just so wrong but i don't know any good words to it already! SORRY FRESHIES! After i shoo the trainers and trainees off to one side leaving those without trainers, i took my pick. 3 girls and a guy. Girls: Joyce, Grace and Bre ( The full name was hard to pronounce without spelling it). Guy: Kok ming. So i started out asking if they know how to play and all. The started teaching them the basics. So they were pretty good and showed improvement to whatever i was saying. GOOD JOB! LOL! Oh and Joyce , who happen to know my primary school girl bud, Yu lin, said i have limited vocabulary becausei kept saying "Nice" and "Good" to the ball they hit. WAH! What can you say to all these sia! Then i was like telling her that "okay so you want me to use those words like SUPERB! SPLENDID! MARVELLOUS! is it? LIEWS!" Then everyone was laughing. LOL! At the start i was quite nervous in teaching them because whatever that i used to teach the freshies last week was forgotten. So i had to do something totally new. LOL! I actually taught them how to stand first rather than how to hold the hands. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i was having lots of fun with them and still train them on their basics. Well i thought you can learn better when you are having fun. So yeah! There were a lot of laughter and fun! They felt comfortable to the activities i asked them to play and still maintain the "professionalism" ( ahem of course we have to be pro in this. LOL!) i think. Well they were all havig fun and they got to know each other too! Man i'm good. LOL! Don't be jealous please Mama! LOLOL! I'm so kidding. Oh ya! Thank you MAMA! You should know why i say thank you. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it was fun fun fun at training while training them. It's like i actually enjoy training and playing with them and not feel tired at all. LOL! Hope they come on thursday again. So we can play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya one thing i am to bitch about today. This guy who disappeared for about 1 semester came down for training today. Okay at first i thought, "Okay hi, long time no see." Then after training, i almost killed him. Okay it's a routine that raymond and i should be the ones bringing the balls up to the club house. Then Yao asked that guy to carry it up this time cos' he left his phone in the club house ( although he got it back already). So since he is going to take it up, i volunteered raymond to take the other basket of balls ( bastard i know. :X) Then i volunteered to take the shoe bags and first aid kit. Then when i was at the stairs already, he shouted: " EH HUAT YOU DAM GAY LEH! WAH LAO! GAY GAY GAY!" Then i was like "huh? what F**K?" Then he was like pushing towards me and shouted " wah lao gay lah. Gay lah!" Really now. Fuck to you. Can't you just carry it up and shut up? Fuck. If carrying shoe bags makes you gay,you would be a big time gay ass already. Then i put in all the shoe bags and carried the whole basket up myself before he shut up and give me a smile and walk away. Fucking fat-ass faggot. Then when we were going home, he was suppose to be at the same bus-stop as me, stan and dan. So while walking towards the bus stop, i was talking about the freshies today to stan. Then i talked about this guy being too close to me and forgot aout the trainer relationship between us and you know, might gradually climb over my head or something. Then he cut in. "Oh never mind lah! Don't need to explain! I know liao lah! That guy like you and you like that guy! It's okay! We understand liao! Never mind one" Okay wtf? You have something against me or just gays? can't you just shut your fat white mouth for the night? Fuck. I don't see why it's funny to the people who actually laughed. Gees. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you know what? I heard from dan someone say i cute leh! LOLOL! omg im gonna be so thick-skin. LOL! YES MAMA! YOU SON IS CUTE! HAHAHAHA! No im just kidding about my being cute myself. Geees! HAHAHA! Okay thats all for today i guess. I'll probably upload pictures in the next entry. None in PC! haha! Oh ya. Thank for reading my blog. yes you. The you who appeared many times. :)) OH AND DEBRA THE STALKER! HAHAHA! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-9182207161465618833?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/9182207161465618833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=9182207161465618833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/9182207161465618833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/9182207161465618833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/freshies.html' title='FRESHIES!'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-1094951591108147748</id><published>2007-04-22T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:04.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy in the ass.</title><content type='html'>I've resisted not clicking onto your nick and initiate a chat but i still can't help myself but to look if you are online or not. Or rather, the updates in nicks. Whenever someone talks to me, how i hope it was you who might be the one who suddenly nudges me. Or the one who would start the line that goes "How're you doing today?". It bothers me how you put your nick in a way that it might've have been referring to me. I still have no idea if you read my blog but yeah, please tell me if you are actually referring to me. Have i really been a bitch? I mean okay i kept talking about this in this blog for almost 5 entries i think. Really, tell me. It actually stopped me from doing my work any further just by thinking of this. Yeah maybe i'm just too paranoid like you said. Well i might not know a thing. I've been far too irritating i guess. So i'm going to warn myself. I will not be irritating to anyone else anymore. Sometimes i find it irritating too. So yeah. This ends here. I don't wanna talk about it everytime i start blogging. I bet even if you do read my blog, you would've been sick and tired of it. So yeah. It ends here. Take care of yourself aye? :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay anyways Vonn woke me up from my sleep and asked if i wanna have lunch together and maybe slack till it's time to go, with Gary too of course. She knew the moment i picked up the phone that i was sleeping so she asked me to go back to sleep. HELLO! i don't wanna sleep the whole day and do nothing but to rot at home looking at my msn list and the screen. I'll be blind! Hahaha! So i asked them to call me when they were reaching so that i can leave house. I thought they would be long since i know that they were from far away, so i went back to sleep. Like 5 mins later she called back and said they've reached and i was like oh shit! better get out of bed now. LOL! I wanted to bath and thought " EH! they will be eating when i am bathing. SO i will be so darn late when i leave house." So i put back the towel and went to wash up and everything and left house. When i was reaching the interchange, she messaged me that Gary finished eating already and asked where i was so they can eat with me at another place. The first place which came to my mind was to eat at the $1 ramen stall ( for me only!). So i went to find seats and wait for them to come. I ate this super spicy tomyam ramen that numbed my brain. It was GOOD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to the nearby Coffee Bean ( Kafei dou) to slack. We were really unglam as though the place was someone's house. Gary and Vonn drank the wrong drinks when Gary was supposed to have the Hot chocolate and Vonn the Hot Mocha. LOL! It was so funny when Vonn only realised that Gary was drinking her's and him drinking her's when Vonn already finished 2/3 of his and asked for a trade when his was left with half. HAHAHAHA! Then i was being retarded and goof-ed around. It's a fun time AGAIN! hahahaha! I really enjoy their company because they won't let me think of the unhappy stuff but just being retarded. LOL! Oh we cam-whored too! It's more of me and Vonn and not Gary, Vonn and me. Gary don't like to take pictures. Like, WHYYY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went home at about 5+pm cos' they were going to meet Gary's parents for dinner. ( ohh meet the parents session) So when i reached home, the first place i went is the toilet. To, you know, do my thing. LOL! About 3 mins after i was done, i went in again. And again, and again. Total up, i went to the toilet FIVE times today. No in maybe 3 hours. Geees. I can feel my tummy in my ass. Like i might push my tummy out anytime. LOL! Ew gross i know! haha. Oh i guess doing my thing was not that bad after all. I'm shitting all the food out and my tummy is FLAT and lining of the ABS are coming out. (yes be jealous please. LOL no i'm just kidding) Oh c'mon! This is just getting in my way in gaining weight! ZZZZ! Oh Cascada is on the radio now. Everytime we touch. The slow one. It's so good. Makes my think. LOL! Shit i better turn it off. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways lesson's at 10am tomorrow. Oh and tomorrow will be our weekly chill out session! WEEEE! Tomorrow will be at vivo. woots. More people joining this time. Lets all be retarded when we are there. :)) Here are some pictures taken at the Coffee Bean earlier. Nights everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056313855752304578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RiuiqY0Ad8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/z3UgBjmBxIo/s320/CIMG8831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is takglam number 1. It was meant to be for Vonn but instead of pushing it away, she took picture of my super hot leg. LOL! :X (i'm so kidding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056314242299361234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RiujA40Ad9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/BC6RMoy4RsE/s320/CIMG8829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is takglam number 2. Oh yes. Who wouldn't love someone who shows people what they are chewing on after a few bites in the mouth. :) Oh that's kiwi by the way. Nice going mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056314680386025442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RiujaY0Ad-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/UPNJdH6bz2A/s320/CIMG8832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And now some publicity for Kafei dou. LOL! Cheers! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056314998213605362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Riujs40Ad_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/_UkYmUb7Iag/s320/CIMG8803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bonus! More publicity. Pour them in mom! :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-1094951591108147748?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/1094951591108147748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=1094951591108147748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1094951591108147748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1094951591108147748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/tummy-in-ass.html' title='Tummy in the ass.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RiuiqY0Ad8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/z3UgBjmBxIo/s72-c/CIMG8831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-5343216655467510056</id><published>2007-04-21T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T10:52:18.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Possessive</title><content type='html'>I've realised that everytime when i am overly caring, it becomes possessive. I will expect a lot and when that happens, naturally disappointment would be bigger. When i get out of hand, emotions will take over me and it will also make people really annoyed. I've learnt it before. Why can't i learn and let it stay in my mind and be careful on preventing care to possessive. Many many things to learn in life now i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made you irritated today. I guess that's the limit. Everytime i come online, i will have the urge to check if you'e on too. If you are, my hands will go straight to your nick and initiate a chat. Even when my mind told me that i should not. Today is it i guess. I really don't wanna be another bother to you because you have had enough. I just wanna be someone you would talk to even if you have nothing to share with me. I don't want anything out of you. I don't want you to do anything. What i want is just to talk. The fear of getting the conversation really boring strikes me every now and then. The fear of showing too much sensitivity by saying too much of my bothersome troubles, which may make you scared of talking to me, restricts me from going into that kind of topic. Sometimes i wish that the people you share your troubles with would be me. Then again, i didn't share mine with you so i expect you to do the same to me. I wanna have a deal with you. We should share things with each other. We just might become good friends. LoL. You know, the whole silly thing is i don't even know if you read my blog. Haha! You did ask for my blog. That's after you said you didn't know what i want and all. A thought struck me. That i shouldn't even bother you with such nonsense in here. It makes me think that "yeah maybe i've bugged you too much". That's why i didn't reply to it. I don't want you to think that i am forcing you to do it. I don't like to be forced so i will not do the same. It's okay. I'll just take it as i'm talking to my blog. LOL! Stupid i know. Haha. I've got a feeling that in 1 month. Just 1 month. I will be forgotten totally. Haha. We shall see. You're going to aussie in 2 months! Have fun man. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went out to meet Vonn, Gary and Chuan for some steamboat-ing session. I was late, as usual, while they were sitting at the train station waiting for me. We had a really good time. Like we were all talking cock and joke around like some mad people. Oh we even took some mad pictures. Vonn said too bad my wife ( ENEN) was not with us. If not it would've been mad times 2. So Chuan and i were playing along the road to Marina Square. We were actually opposite or the emo place i was brought to. So cool lah! LOL! We had to avoid going to esplanade at all cost because gary and vonn skipped work to go out today. Woops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at Marina Square, i was goofng around with chuan again. I was laughing really loud and did lots of stuns. Then when gary went to the toilet, the rest of us were standing outside of Ripcurl. Then we were like examining the poster that explains the Beach Volleyball competition that is going to be held in May. We were like "eh must join must join!". Then that was when i got news that the other comms and our ex president wanna join in the competition too! Shit! I think we are really going to pay and get the goodie bags only. LOL. I was like telling vonn and all to train up hard cos' although we are going for the shirts only, we still have to try to win! LOL! ALL THE WAY GUYS! LOLOLOL! Oh and i saw Jerome! OH MY GOD! He's still as hot as ever. zzzz. I miss him playing volleyball with us in our primary school liao! ARHH! Anyways, i should be going now. Nights everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't expect anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't hope for anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to talk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To communicate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To link.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5343216655467510056?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5343216655467510056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5343216655467510056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5343216655467510056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5343216655467510056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/possessive.html' title='Possessive'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-80788755527922359</id><published>2007-04-20T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:04.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow.</title><content type='html'>School was so tiring! To think that it's only the first week. Maybe we'll all need time to adapt back to the time slots that are scheduled for us. Today is the last day of the week. Can't wait to sleep till the necxt afternoon again. School life is way too hectic. I went home first before i set out to meet the topman gang because i was released one hour earlier than scheduled. While i was on the bus, i kept falling asleep. The guy beside me then tapped me because he wanted to get out. I let him out so i had the whole seat to myself. I sat inside and stretched my legs a little to the seat beside me so i'm kinda like taking up 2 seats. Then before i know it i was asleep again. Then i woke up again because i felt a pressure on the seat beside me. I saw this super big and macho guy sitting beside me. Like he squeezed his big body into the little space that i've left. I woke up and looked him in the eyes and i immediately sat up and turn to the front. HAHAHA! So pai seh lah! Then i looked up into the sky and saw the clouds. They are super pretty. It's like really pretty. Those that will really relax someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking home in no time. When i was near my block, i looked up again. There was a rainbow on the cloud! IT IS SUPERLY GORGEOUS! Then don't what struck me, i was all silent and had no mood in anything. I was quite surprised to see my mom at home. I slept on the sofa in less than 2 minutes after i told my mom to wake me up in like 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet the topman gang and slacked for a bit. Again, it was odd number out. Me. I felt this certain awkwardness even though i'm familiar with them already. Okay i'm not going to explain what we did. Just take it as we did the things that you did with your friends after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was with them, this superiority came over me. Apart from being the tallest, i'm neither better looking, talkative, nor cool. It's pretty hard for me to communicate with the people cos' there were people whom im not familiar with or a total stranger to me. Another thing is, i dare not talk to the guys who were chatting happily away about their relationships and girlfriends or ex girlfriends. Oh so what am i suppose to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if i am more gentle than most guys? So what if i am less vulgar than most guys? So what if i am less good looking than your crush? So what if i don't have the figure than most guys have? Does that mean i'm a sissy? Does that mean i'm a girl? I have nothing else to say anymore. Why don't you ( readers) tell me what i am? I'm tired of school this week. So i'm off to bed people. Good night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055577234501302194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RikEtY0Ad7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/K9lww0Gb3nA/s320/IMG_0979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They are the people whom i missed the most in class after the change of classes for everyone this semester.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Alv - Before you can carry out your plan, it is still best to forget your ex. Visiting his blog will not help in forgetting him. What you can do is to remove everything that you might get reminded of him and until you really have gotten over him, go back to the blog. You might laugh to yourself after that. He is doing fine but are you? You are definitely not. Why do this to yourself? I know you can't control it but still you have to try. If you keep getting flashbacks on you and him because of certain things ( like the blog), then i don't think you will ever forget him. Yes i may not be the one whom you might share things with or the one whom you would think of first when you need someone, but you have your best friends and brothers. I'm sure they will not want you to suffer either. I'll leave you alone for now. Haha. I don't even know if you read this. But nonetheless, it's for you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-80788755527922359?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/80788755527922359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=80788755527922359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/80788755527922359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/80788755527922359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-was-so-tiring-to-think-that-its.html' title='Rainbow.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RikEtY0Ad7I/AAAAAAAAAGc/K9lww0Gb3nA/s72-c/IMG_0979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-5787728652287882496</id><published>2007-04-17T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:59:35.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation.</title><content type='html'>It's a tiring day out in school but i guess it's still all smiles and laughter despite some annoyance here and there. Some freshies turned up today for their first training. Some said that it was boring. Well we are suppose to make it this way to train up the basics first ( quoted from Yaya). So yeah. For me i thought the trainers who took up the task in training them did relatively well. Although it didn't went through quite smoothly. When we were having trainers' meeting, the freshies were taken aside from the year twos to give some of the seniors feedback on today's training and of course, us, the trainers. I didn't know what was going on but i kept on turning back to the freshies. It's as if i felt something there. True enough! hahaha! During dinner time we were chatting about some random things about the training today and suddenly yao told everyone that 17 ( my jersey number) was the most talked about in the feedback session. I was like, ER OKAY! SHIT! Then they added that there are both good and bad ones but the good ones are more than the bad ones. So i thought it was okay and not be paranoid about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i , being very me, thought back about the training that i took today. So i thought of the possibilities of what bad things can they actually say about me. I thought of the usual things. ( no i'm not going to disclose because it will reveal far too much of what i've been through) It's actually possible that it is that. Yet i can't make any conclusion out of it. It's quite tiring to think about it because it has been in the brain for almost half my life. So i wouldn't really care now. Thursday sounds scary now. Like we were told that more freshies will definitely come on thursday because now it's still the recruitment period. WOOHOO! More criticism! hahaha! Can't wait. Since i don't hear it so i guess it's fine. When i was younger, at about sec. 1 to 4, i kept thinking that i can make everyone not hate me in this world. As time goes by, it has been proven. C'mon! Who can actually make the world love him/her without anyone hating them?! Even the super stars have people who hated them. Even Pope got shot. Haha. No i'm not being emo here. Not every entries here are emo okay! Most of them are just thoughts that i want to share with people while i enjoy typing them down. Some of them are really emo ones. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just infatuation. Hahaha. Okay that was super random. The whole day i was looking at my phone and it was like spoilt. There are no msges, no calls, no nothing! The phone is as silent as silence. LOL! WTH am i saying. At night during dinner i checked my phone and i saw some msges. I guess i was actually waiting for one of the msges i got. I was waiting for the initiation and not me doing all the start of the conversation all the time. Yet when i replied, there was no reply anymore. So it's kinda no point. Yeah i know. I'm expecting something again. You know it really really really really works when i tell myself " Learn not to expect" everytime i thought if this. It really lifts 3/4 of the weight from my heart. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright time to sleep. Gonna have an 8am class tomorrow. I.S. classes. I'm off to bed. So yeah. Good night everyone. Oh and DEBRA! If you have nothing to do again and drop by my blog to read my nonsense, please make your visit noticed. There's a tagboard for a purpose! LOL! OH AND IM NOT ALWAYS EMO! ONLY ON OCCASIONS CAN! WAH LAOS! Like that de. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5787728652287882496?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5787728652287882496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5787728652287882496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5787728652287882496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5787728652287882496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/infatuation.html' title='Infatuation.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-7144416941087349845</id><published>2007-04-16T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:59:48.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollow words.</title><content type='html'>Day by day a friend is lost.&lt;br /&gt;Night by night one is being missed.&lt;br /&gt;Time to time the heart bleeds.&lt;br /&gt;Dream by dream the person sees.&lt;br /&gt;Song by song i reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime someone tells me or gives me the feeling that we can be good friends or even best friends, a kind of fear takes over me. The last time i thought one could be my very good friend had disappointed me greatly and i was almost destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a friend who told me "How are we going to be good friend if you don't share things with me?". It is not that i don't wanna share my things. The problem is i already adopted the habit of not sharing my problems. Things that i know i can solve myself. Sometimes if things can't be solved, i'll just push them back into my brain and leave them to be forgotten. Sometimes the urge of telling people things pushes me to the limit and if i can't handle it, i will break down. Yes i know i should open up to the people whom i think i'm close to. Yet I guess it's not that easy. Like i once told a friend ( yes you. You know who you are. :] ), people like us like to keep things to ourselves and not show people our upset sides because we are too used to people looking up to us being happy all the time and are not willing to let the people to know how we are feeling actually. Sometimes it's really hard to control if the emotions run wild inside you while trying to keep your cool on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking for quite a bit in the past about things. Once again the phrase that ben once told me flashed into my mind. "Learn not to expect". It amuse me how true the phrase can be. I've been expecting lots of things from the friends that i suppose i could be good friends with and therefore, the disappointment. The phrase disappears every now and then. Making me back to the state whereby i think a lot. Then everytime i got reminded of the phrase, my heart seems to be lightened by a few thousand tons. It's just so true. Learn Edric. Learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i was with Vonn mama, Gary papa, and Chuan TMNT ( Twist My Nipple Together) after we ended our class. Went to Marina Square to hunt for dinner. Dinner was WAY WAY WAY expensive plus it tasted horrible and the quantity did not match the cost. IT SUCK! LoL! Oh after dinner we went to walk around and i took them to the place where i was showed by my friend the other day near esplanade. It is his favourite spot to emo with the factors that inspire him to. We sat down by the pavillion and watched "200 pound beauty" by the sea. The show is a must watch although we didn't have the chance to finish because vonn's laptop was running out of battery. After that we walked slowly out while gary disappeared since we stepped into the emo ground. He was acting really weird and thinking about the things that i will never know. Let's just hope Vonn and Gary will just work out fine. They make such cute couple. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking about some stuff while i was on my way back home. I was thinking of going back to the place alone tomorrow after school to maybe spend some time alone over there. Then i remembered i will be having training tomorrow. So yeah. Kinda busted the trip to spend time alone. Cos' new batch of freshies will start coming for training already. Let's just hope that i can forget everything on my mind while doing the sport. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when i was in class today, i did most of the talking and noise pollution lah! I don't know why i was so high and noisy that time. The class was alright i guess. Just that i need to socialise with them and poof they are mine! MUHAHAHAHA! LoL. I'm so kidding! Anyways i just might go school tomorrow morning to tend the booth for awhile before class starts. Gonna meet phil darling to go to class again. LOL! So i need my sleep. Take care people. People like Ben, Alv, Kevin, Mater, Tay min, Lihui, Tze hui, etc. Basically, everyone. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-7144416941087349845?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/7144416941087349845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=7144416941087349845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7144416941087349845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/7144416941087349845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/hollow-words.html' title='Hollow words.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-1629042331881314259</id><published>2007-04-15T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:05.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again.</title><content type='html'>School is starting tomorrow. I so do not look forward to it. It's disappointing why we will have to change class when the previous years didn't change their class until sem. 2.2. Then again, this will create new chances for us to make new friends. I have a bad feeling about the class i will be going tomorrow. Hope that it will be better after i attend the opening of the student plaza early in the morning tomorrow. Schooling is actually good i guess. I mean not to contradict myself but actually to compare. It helps people, or at least for me, to forget things that should be forgotten. At least for the time being. I wanna go school. Yet i don't wanna go school. SOMEBODY SAVE ME! Things can be so so troublesome. When things are unsolved, they bothers. I don't know what im saying anymore. Oh and mater talked to me! geees. Like that was the second time since i knew him. LOL! Thanks anyways. Good luck in your modules and NAFAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still the same. **** man. I still care for the people who will never care actually. TOOT me. Shito. Anyways he/she will never read my blog. Althought he/she did came to my blog and read something from here before. I doubt they will ever read my blog again. So yeah. I really wonder why people have such power to make people get sad without even knowing. Oh i think i know. It's the willingness to be hurt. I let them hurt me. That's it. I'm just that vulnerable. ALRIGHT! school is starting. Let's hope for the better and i'll think and talk lesser to them. I really think im mad. As in crazy. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this show which just ended was really very good. It showed how 2 women got hurt by their willingness to love. One of them, first getting divorced with the husband who had affair. Then got talked out of it by the husband himself. Finally when she decided to move in with him as a surprise, she caught him with another woman. The man, not wanting to let her go ( maybe because of the use of her around the housework and to save him the assets), told her that they should have a baby, which is what the woman wanted. Then she slowly walks up to him, bend down and grab the luggages and left. I say NICE woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one initially thought that the man working with her liked her because he gave her all the hints and even proposed being together. She, being a workaholic, wanted to keep the distance as colleagues and not have any r/s in the office. Then things happened to make her think that he loves her alot and when she finally opens up to accept the r/s, he told her that he was actually working on a case on sexual harressment bla bla bla. ( wasn't listening).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the women were emo-fied cos' of the r/s and they talked each other out. They were throwing things that will remind them of the disappointment down of their apartment and had a good laugh. A friend in need is a friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know seriously, i think i'm only blogging for the sake of blogging now. There's no purpose anymore. Wait there is. Just on occasions. Oh wells! Still i hope people still come back and visit. School's at 1pm but i have to be in school at 9am. Cheers people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053704171052359570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RiJdKvt8X5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Pt9QQMSsf6E/s320/DSC00081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My going to divorced wife. She cheated on me though. HAHAH! Oh and i refused to sign the papers. :X We were wearing couple wear that day lo! So loving! WOOPS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053704652088696738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RiJdmvt8X6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/YZa1v9JpDKo/s320/Siao-blur-Garynoskill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Trust me. People were LOOKING at us. It was not late at night. It was actually around the peak period whereby everyone goes around shopping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053705047225687986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RiJd9vt8X7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/eHhLXGtHY50/s320/IMG_1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Picture credited to ben. Guess what is this. Tag the board to answer. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-1629042331881314259?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/1629042331881314259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=1629042331881314259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1629042331881314259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1629042331881314259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-is-starting-tomorrow.html' title='Again.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RiJdKvt8X5I/AAAAAAAAAGE/Pt9QQMSsf6E/s72-c/DSC00081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-889579491667029480</id><published>2007-04-07T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:05.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early sunlight.</title><content type='html'>I woke up really early today despite sleeping at 4am last night again. Like I woke up at 8 30 am. I made myself wake up so we could go and pay a visit to my grandparents' tombstones. Everytime i see their name, i will only think of a word to describe their names. Majestic. Their names sound as if they were from the royalties in the ancient chinese. After spending sometime at the temple just behind my house, we went to my aunt's to have our breakfast. My brother managed to cheat my little cousins to gamble with him. LOLOL! It funny how he would force my cousin to place a bet although she was losing money and didn't wanna play. My bro and i came back at about 11 30am and i went to wash my legs, change my clothes and i drop onto my bed. LOL! My brother was preparing himself to go out. Like hello?! you just came home at 6am and you didn't sleep at all? Now you are going out again? Well it's really okay if you come home at 6am and not have any sleep. Yet the very least you could do was to let the person sleeping ( me) SLEEP and not make so much noise in the room! oh my god. So slept for say about 1 hour before my biatch called from aussie. After like 40 mins of conversation on my bed, i asked if he would mind me if i shyte while talking to him. Well i didn't really care what he said and just went for it. LOLOL! So i was still talking to him while, you know, do my thing. Until awhile later he just hang up on me! No not because i'm doing my thing. HAHAHA! So after al those im here listening to music and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't have the time to blog at night already. I'm going for a camp! I have to start packing soon. Like now. Or maybe later. After i sleep for another hour or two. And io swear the keyboard i'm using sucks. I missed so many spaces and mistyped so many words! LOL! So anyways I think nowadays life is really boring. Even during weekends. It does make a difference if you are not working. Even on the internet. It's like no one talks to me anymore. :( haha! So i've been online staring at the screen thinking of blogging alot and listen to the songs that i haven't touch for months. It fels kida new to me. Well they are still my favourite songs in the whole library. LoL Should i bring charger along? My phone might run out of battery. No phone = No life. I need the phone to disturb people! hahaha! Let me see who can i disturb. If my twin hasn't book in maybe i would. Oh how about Alv.? MHHAHAHA! You all can't escape. haha. I'll call whoever i thought of that moment. LOL. Nah i'm just kidding. I think of everyone everytie okay! Oh and JS! Thanks for asking about my things and sorry that you didn't get anything out of me. I thought since it's the past, i'll let them go. haha! God it's so hot now. Like HOT! HOT! HOT! Oh and to the cousin, who would very much self proclaim to be the cutest and kawaii cousin among all, ( yes you yingz) No i am not suffering from depression. That's just the thoughts that came up to me when i was somehow thinking and so i wanna share this thought with the people reading this blog. So Yeah! :) Alright imma try to get some sleep before i start packing. Butt bye people. See you all on Wed. Yea miss me very much then. MUHAHAHAHA! =.=" Don't mind me. I'm sick. hahaha! BUT THEN AGAIN! If you really missed me, here's some pictures for you! :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050937278244844578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RhiIsYyP9CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YgXtBRLGTzM/s320/Picture(308).jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was taken quite long ago. It's during the O levels period about 1 Year ago. I miss the days when we hang out together. I miss the people even more. That's angie btw. I so missed her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050938828728038450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RhiKGoyP9DI/AAAAAAAAAFs/YSUzDfcMXGE/s320/Picture067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was way back before we had our O levels. Was out with about 8 girls and only my friend and i were the guys there. Oh and the girl standing behind the board had stalkers haunting her. They even came up to me and threatened to beat me up because i was close to the girl they were stalking! That what happens to people who are good looking. LOL! No i'm just kidding about the good looking part. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050942135852856386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RhiNHIyP9EI/AAAAAAAAAF0/i9PrbmeTP50/s320/Image(337).jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one was during the holidays after we ha our O levels. They are the library Kakis. Although they were only that small group who were in the picture. There were suppose to have more but some didn't go and some were just playing around. There was suppse to he another picture of another group in the library to make it a whole but i can't seem to be able to upload it.The days! Gees. I'm gonna cry. What's worse? I'm listening to Graduation. My mom and my favouite song. &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where we gonna be when we turn 25?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep thinking time will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we leave this year, We won't be come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No more hanging out cos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you got something to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You better say it right now cos' you don't have another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050947414367663186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RhiR6YyP9FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xHkx2BHgrkQ/s320/DSCI2374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The primary school mates. They are the regulars who would always attend to our primary school class gathering by the only girl in that picture. My peng you. LoL! Yes hinting you liao. Time to have another one. LoL. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aright i'm using the PC so there isn't any recent photos of myself. So i updated these pictures from my past. I actually miss them alot. Really. Alot. ESPECAILLY WHEN I AM LISTENING TO GRADUATION! T.T i repeated it like 10 000 times already. LoL. Well time to np before i start packing for camp. And i swear i'm gonna destroy the keyboard! URGH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-889579491667029480?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/889579491667029480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=889579491667029480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/889579491667029480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/889579491667029480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/early-sunlight.html' title='Early sunlight.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RhiIsYyP9CI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YgXtBRLGTzM/s72-c/Picture(308).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-5315399850865031369</id><published>2007-04-06T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:05.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumbled down the deep deep drain.</title><content type='html'>A digit 3 came onto my mind. There are 3 things that is pressing onto my heart right now. This instant. Things that i should have gotten over with long ago. With the correct songs, i would definitely break down into tears now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A person that i shouldn't be. Everything seems wrong other than being crazy and laughing all the time. A person who seems so happy all the time yet so sensitive to what people think or say. No it's not that i can't take the jokes. I can take ALL jokes. With the correct words and if you use it long enough until it doesn't sound like you are joking anymore, you can trigger everything that would bring me down down down. It's been years since i started hearing things. Since i was primary 4 or maybe 3. It is still going. How would that make my childhood be? I would say it's a bad one but without it, i wouldn't be who i am today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things that i shouldn't have said. Languages have always been fun for me. Yes i'm pretty bad at it sometimes but i don't see how it would affect anyone as long as the person whom i am talking to understood what i said? It's doesn't really affect me actually. I just find it upsetting when people corrected what i said far too many times. In that case, i would rather not talk at all. Yes a few of the corrections would be fine. Not too many times. So are you mocking my ability to talk actually? I've lost quite a bit of confidence in speaking actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to talk nonsense. Things that i don't wanna say. Things that i wanna tell you. Yet i fear if i did, you would hold restrictions on what you say. No that wouldn't be you. The challenging conversations. I thought it would be more leisure. However i was wrong. Things always get so arguementative. Yes it's me. I would say it's everyone. No one likes to lose. So this further makes it even worse. It's embarrassing how i would talk about this at all. Telling you this, again, will make you talk like another person. Yes it's just you. I understand that. That is why i still refuse to say a thing. You are too good a person for me to change. We just might become good friends. Yet the last time i thought someone would be my good friend or even my best friend, they hurt me so bad and got me really disappointed. No i am not saying how you would disappoint me. It is me who is disappointing. Thinking back now. It's funny how i talk about friendship so much when i don't know a thing about it. Not to say to get affected by it for more than half my life. I wanna move back. Like back off. Yet the urge of knowing you more. Talking to you more. It's making me feel really confused in the direction i will be going. Contradicting myself every now and then. Yes. Beggars can't be choosers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO I AM NOT IN LOVE! Do not misunderstand me readers. This is how i treat friends. Although i am the last person on Earth who is suitable to talk about friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept telling people not to get emo and all and so i wouldn't be upset over things for so long. Like i said. Life is short. It will be even shorter if we emo for too long. HAHA! Oh wells! Thanks &lt;em&gt;Kevin&lt;/em&gt; for making me smile and introducing me such a good song. The lyrics are ***-**** nice. LOL! Oh &lt;em&gt;Alv.&lt;/em&gt; Thanks for chatting with me when i was SOOOOOO bored. Sorry to bother you ya? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050367817121002498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RhaCxYyP9AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NpR36IQSyyI/s320/S6001401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to make myself laugh at myself. LOL! How retarded can we be? Like really retarded. That's me and yong lin doing really mad stuns while the security at the Esplanade turned his back on us. This is getting really cartoony. Imagine you were facing the security and saw the background full of mad people and when he turns back, everything goes back normal. LOL! Okay self entertaining i know. I'm just stupid can? LOL! Cheers people. I'm off to bath. And. Good night everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-5315399850865031369?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/5315399850865031369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=5315399850865031369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5315399850865031369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/5315399850865031369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/stumbled-down-deep-deep-drain.html' title='Stumbled down the deep deep drain.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RhaCxYyP9AI/AAAAAAAAAFU/NpR36IQSyyI/s72-c/S6001401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-8435343121902348318</id><published>2007-04-06T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:07.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repetition.</title><content type='html'>I'll be blogging about yesterday because i was pretty lazy to blog yesterday night when i got home and went straight to chat and urm. play. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to wake up ealier than &lt;em&gt;usual &lt;/em&gt;to attend a meeting regarding our official camp this coming Sunday. Apparently Raymond and I ( the new comm) were not suppose to be there because we will be joing as participants and are not allowed to know what they are organising. So other than the timing and the people joining, we didn't anything else. So after for only 45 mins or 1 hour, we decided to go out and get ourselves some lunch. The girls decided to take the bus. So the guys, thinking that we have no concession, decided to climb out from the back field. Stanley took the lead to get out first. Then it was me. Followed by Raymond. It's pretty scary to jump out a 2.5m high gate with the "forgot-what-it's-called-sharp-thing" at the top. Oh the grass at the back field HAS TO BE TRIMMED! GOD! The length of the grass when we stepped into it was like above our ankles! So it's expected that it would be an itchy experience. And when we just got out of the gate successfully, we got a call from the girls that the teacher who wanted help from us to paint the boxes called and asked us there immediately. So i was giving Stanley the "there-is-no-way-we-are-going-back-now-when-we-just-got-out" kind of look. So i kept persuading him to go get ourselves something to eat first. And we did! Thank goodness. LOL! And the girls sent us a list of things they wanna eat and we da bao-ed back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to find the girls and found them started on the painting. No. SPRAY PAINTING actually. After i finished m food, i went to help out. The teacher in-charge was bringing us more spray paint. Brand new ones. So he took one bottle of the grey one and wanted to start painting until i finished my food. So he CONVENIENTLY passed the bottle to me and TOLD me to touch up on the grey boxes that was already painted by the girls. So i took it without saying a word and thinking that he would take the other boxes and help out. APPARENTLY NOT! When i turned behind, he was like walking away, leaving us there to paint ourselves. YEAH SURE. The boxes are all our responsibilties. We NEED IT SO MUCH. SURE! We were painting and breathing in so much of the foul smelling paint and damaging the trees and grass. My seniors were like asking me to try to save some of the paint, and use the one at my hand to the fullest. I didn't listen and wasted it like nobody's business. And we had to use another bottle and touch up on the orange boxes. When we were all done, we brought the boxes back to the office to the teacher. Guess what he was doing? He was sitting comfortably in the roller chair and chatting with the head of the sport counsel ( I think) OKAY! When we were perspiring so much while doing you the favour, you were in the air con room! Oh my god. Where is the justice! Hahaha! Okay i thought it was alright since he is treating us to a meal on monday after we finish up the rest of the boxes. Or so i heard from my seniors.&lt;/div&gt;&gt;&lt;/divo &gt;We went to the library and chit chat when we finished up everything at about 3+pm. Still long before out training starts. We were talking about camps, childhood, pregnancy at young age, night walks and the finale, GHOST STORIES! &lt;3333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training went on as usual and i thought we all had fun. Everyone was really loony and we played quite well. A freshie came to join us for training for the first time. He was pretty sociable. I guess that the basic technique for you to have when you come to poly. Anyways. He was playing REALLY GOOD! hahas. He saved lots of BALLS that i screwed up. Damn I'm like so noob. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things went back to the square one again. Odd numbers. Me. Out. Silence. OH WELLS! Haha. I got over it. Things will not be different. Anyways. Time for dinner! Cheers people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alv - Don't be so emo already. Things have already passed. Let them go and move on. No point thinking of something that you will get yourself so upset about. Life is short. When you emo, It is even shorter because you will tend to think of suicide! LOL! So stay happy and lead a cheerful life. I know memories are hard to avoid but thinking of how happy you will be in the future makes you more cheerful and will also look forward to life isn't it? Things can't be that bad. What you think can be bad. Oh last thing. You're a bytch! NOT ME! LOLOLOLOLOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050274126704407538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RhYtj4yP8_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Gvzcp6L_GIk/s320/S6001331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know this is really an takglam shot but if you're unhappy, take a break. Go out have some fun. If it doesn't work. Buy something ( the blue bag) for your friend's birthday and ask your friend ( alfred dearest!) to treat you to a chocolate sundae if he has enough coins. LOLOL! Oh no. it's not like i am unhappy and all. I'm just stating an example. CHEERS! DINNER! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-8435343121902348318?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/8435343121902348318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=8435343121902348318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8435343121902348318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/8435343121902348318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/repetition.html' title='Repetition.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RhYtj4yP8_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Gvzcp6L_GIk/s72-c/S6001331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-1479314879470828335</id><published>2007-04-04T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:41:38.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer madness</title><content type='html'>THE LEG MUSCLE ACHES! Yes it's still aching like nobody's business. God. I still have training tomorrow! haha! Oh and before that we'll be having a meeting at 1pm. Then after that we'll be painting some boxes that will be used for an event coming up soon. So yeah! Haha. Gonna be a stressful day again tomorrow for my legs. Anyways nothing really came up today. Met up with my friend to get his instrument fixed and lunched with him. God HE has like BOOBS lah! The muscles. GEES! I bet that's a C cup. LOL! The legs were aching while i was walking and i so had to walk so very slow. haha! My laptop hung when i was playing. I REALLY HOPE THERE ISN'T ANY PROBLEMS WITH IT BECAUSE GETTING IT FIXED AGAIN WOULD DEFINITELZY BE A HASSLE! INSTALLING THE PROGRAMS AGAIN WOULD BE TRIPLE THE TROUBLE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! hahas. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't much to talk about for today. Oh wells. Maybe i have things to blog about after tomorrow's training. Lets see then! Oh one more thing. I miss my friends. Everyone of them. If you think you're my friend, you are being missed! Do message me when you are free cos' seriously. I miss you all! lol. Alright that's about it. Good night everybody. Oh last thing. SAVAGE GARDEN IS STILL THE LOVE! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-1479314879470828335?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/1479314879470828335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=1479314879470828335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1479314879470828335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1479314879470828335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/soccer-madness.html' title='Soccer madness'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-2756492339937909516</id><published>2007-04-03T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:07.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakening.</title><content type='html'>It's either couple of lovers or friends. I tried to fit in and yet the odd one out will still be me. Oh c'mon. We can't hide it anymore can we? It's way way way too obvious. Everytime when i thought that it would be a brand new day to start out with, it will just be another disappointment at night. Ever came out of the toilet thinking that someone would wait for you for dinner and in the end, you found no one at all? Ever walked alone in the big group of friends whom you knew very well and not even entertained? Ever played in something you are good at while feeling you are on foreign land? Despite the status and solidarity, there'll still bound to be isolation. The feeling of being so tiny in a place where you are suppose to feel comfort. Some still did waited, entertained and make some comfortable. To my amusement, they are the same few people. Or rather the same person. So actually, who am i to ask for such hospitality when i am no friend myself? It surprises me how empty my brain is when i am with the big group and giving mere smiles and giggles would bring me humiliation for the happiness of others. The thought of saying something that will never appear funny to the audiences and get shot down with the jokes they made on you made me speechless whenever i am around in the group. I have thought it through. It may be tough on me but i will still try to be someone whom i dislike. Someone who would just laugh or smile at people's jokes and never the one saying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Occasionally the thought of going dinner would make me feel like going home immediately. At least it feels more free and comfortable at home than to just sit there and be ignored. If i have to move on with only a few of you, i would grab the very few along with me till the very end. The things i've done will never be enough. Gossips, scandals, jokes. None of your business. So actually what is there to talk about when in a group of people who already had their conversations started when you don't even know a thing? Solution? Silence. It is the individuals which will determine whether it will be an enjoyable experience or just another normal day outside of your house. The individuals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright enough of things. Such sensitivity shall only remain here and always here. Anyways before i went to training today, I've got songs from JH on "Music and Lyric" the movie and also, Savage Garden. It reminded me how i used to love their songs. Immediately, i asked him to send me more of those. So I've got about 3 of them in my laptop and a few more in the PC. I will wait till he finish getting the whole album and burn a disc of it for me. Again, Thank you. Savage Garden is the LOVE! Why did they disband when they produce good music? Such vocal and talent. Maybe it's just me, because they've got the bestest my-kind of music. Even Casada re-sang one of their song (Truly, Madly, Deeply) which is now one of the hits in the music chart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After those really really inspiring and soothing songs, i went for training. Haha! i was late, as usual. My thigh muscles were really aching like mad because we had a show case in our school on Sunday for the freshies from 9am to 4 30pm. Then I had a FUN FUN FUN FUN time with my friends and the people who went to IMH ( yes Institute of Mental Health) and played the matches we had from 6+pm to 10pm on Monday. Oh no. The people we played with are not mad although they do have the mad skills in volleyball. LOL! The feeling was there for everyone i think as we all played like some super powered professionals. And today's training. So the legs actually did 3 days of vigorous jumping and exercise. Well as long as i don't break my legs, i don't see why i can't have fun. LOL. Anyways I was REALLY REALLY loony at training earlier on cos' i bet everyone didn't have the mood to play. So i just goof-ed around until we joined with the people who played more seriously. So yeah! Thats about it. Dinner as usual but this time only with stan and maddy only. Then it was me and stan off to the bus stop! Hahaha! It was kinda funny how he reacts to certain things and how he would share things with me. Pretty good experience. Thanks for it. He made me think that no matter how much a friend would NOT care, someone somewhere will definitely be there. For that, Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049287363014685154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RhKsGrlb8eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VhHdl6zfgrU/s320/edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought it would be pretty cute to add some of my own art works onto the scenery at Sentosa. So yeah i did. FOR THE LOVE FOR VOLLEYBALL! WOOTS WOOTS! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The picture was taken by Tze when we were goofing around at Sentosa some time ago. Nonetheless, pictures brings back thousands memories. Yeaps. That's about it. Oh one last thing. Did i tell you all Savage Garden is the LOVE? haha. :D Good night everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2756492339937909516?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2756492339937909516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2756492339937909516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2756492339937909516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2756492339937909516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/04/awakening.html' title='Awakening.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RhKsGrlb8eI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VhHdl6zfgrU/s72-c/edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-2927224491751413181</id><published>2007-03-25T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:07.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorant.</title><content type='html'>Let's just forget about the previous days when i felt like blogging and didn't have the effort to. Let me talk about today. It all started out like....... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KANNINABEICHAOJIBAI, KUKUNEHNEHBANANAFUDGE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a nice day to start out when you have most elderly to SING hokkien songs in front of your block in some CC event EARLY in the MORNING! I WAS CURSING AND SWEARING THEM! I even shouted oh my god when they went to hit the high note. Don't they have ANY CONSIDERATION AT ALL?! SINGING IN THE MORNING AND HAVE A LUCKY DRAW?! WHAT THE FUCK! Sometimes i really think that adults really have no brains. C'MON! maybe if you hold the event in the late afternoon until 10pm would be fine! Then what do you do to the people who had night shifts or maybe had some late nights and wanted a longer sleep?! Super fucking retarded. If it wasn't for my mom, i would've shouted down to shut them ALL up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;URGH forget about it. It's over. My dad is now NAGGING AND NAGGING OVER AND OVER AGAIN! Like hello, you kept going on the same thing and kept on saying you are not drunk. RIGHT! Yes maybe you cared, but that's only at the minimal. I thank you for caring. Dear o' dad. You said that you and mom would try to pay for the school fees even until University. You even challenged me to say if i can make it to uni. Sure what if i can't? I will still try! Besides judging from our finance, i don't think you all can pay for the uni fees. I'll have to work for it maybe. I thank you both for initiating but even if you both wanted, i don't think i'll let you both pay. This has got my really geared up to try to get into university. Can i make it? Will i be able to push myself and not slack off while doing my diploma? I am VERY sure i will slack off. Still i will try. Alrights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things haven't been going well. Again. Like why am i always getting affected by people who obviously doesn't care or give two hoots about me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eply to my messages if they felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;gnore me as and when they like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ush me aside when i'm not needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME APART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So who am i actually? Yes sometimes i am just over reacting or just doing things on my own accord, but can't people just try also? This is like a single sided friendship. When i move in, they move backwards. When i remain at position, they move even further. The never ending distance. The eternal journey. Oblivious to others yet cared so much for people who doesn't care. I'm sure people who knows me or the loyal supporters of my blog would have saw this many many many times. Yet i have not changed. Wait. I've made improvements. Just that occasionally when i'm at home alone, i would think alot. Other than that i think i would be fine. I forget about things fast but they come to me even faster. How i wish i can predict the future and avoid everything. All the trouble. All the emotions. In this big group of people name friends, there will bound to have people who would do harm to other friends not knowing what they've done. Pardonable. Ignore me. I'm just being whiny AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M - How i wish you can talk to me more often and of course not just to entertain me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W - Ignore me for good. Please don't come back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z - Just be gone for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There're more but i don't think i would wanna make it obvious. It's late already. I should sleep. Pictures for entertainment. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind the facade of bliss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is the sorrow broken heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045945088757083218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RgbMUtt-LFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ixd1eEbrbuA/s320/S6001216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;An absolute RETARD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045945548318583906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RgbMvdt-LGI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IoAc-MGm8Ao/s320/S6001225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Smell my feet. It's nice. :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045946510391258226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RgbNndt-LHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HN-ObWExe3M/s320/S6001213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad alfred has to take the pictures.We should have an automatic camera soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2927224491751413181?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2927224491751413181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2927224491751413181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2927224491751413181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2927224491751413181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/03/ignorant.html' title='Ignorant.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RgbMUtt-LFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ixd1eEbrbuA/s72-c/S6001216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-1951059930896233578</id><published>2007-03-17T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T04:56:41.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity</title><content type='html'>Okay let's just go into blogging. I'll start with the earliest date that i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Mar 07, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED&lt;/span&gt;. Okay on Tuesday, i had a BBQ session with my cousins and our friends from, apparently, different schools and of different ages. It was a fun event mainly because the ultimate joker was there and also, on that day, it wasn't any special but just a regular get-together session. There was one thing i didn't like about the outing. It was the little secrets among each and everyone of them. I know they are your little secrets but please, if you all have to pull someone out of the group, do it when we are all gone. Apparently they all grabbed 1 or 2 of the group out and chat about their things. From a big group of about 12, i was spread into different groups of 3 or 4 and the remaining 2 would be me and one irritating guy who is pretty annoying. So you all can feel how left out i felt and how i went to sit alone, far from that other remaining guy. If you all think you all have secrets to tell others in the group, call them the day before or after. It's a BBQ session. Not secrets sharing session. Gees. Now i wanna bytch about that remaining guy. He's actually alright but he loves to "tallk to himself" ( because when he was talking, no one was listening). He just talk at the wrong time, talk nonsensical things, and talk big. When we were at the night walk, he was like at the front. So the girls ( there were only 3 guys btw) would expect him to lead the group into the maze ( rumours of being haunted) while we were doing night walk. He conveniently asked the other two guys, me and the ultimate joker shun, to lead because "he dislike walking the front" and suggested that he would take the back. Shun and i were like looking at each other and when we took the front and led the group into the maze, we whispered to each other that it was so obvious thats he was scared. Apart from making a lot of unnecessary comments to make him less afraid during the walk, he totally walked like a drag queen. Oh did i tell you all while we were making our way to the maze, we were pairing all of us up and some of the girls went on threes. So he was left without anyone. He was like " Wah then what about me? I alone ah? I go with shun la". Ahem, he's my partner EVERYTIME we do this. So buzz off. When we got back to our pit, he was like telling my cousin, " Next time we go to the tower and walk" ( the tower is supposedly more haunted than the maze. A lot more.). Oh so NOW you wanna go there. Right. Oh the worst part is, he's in my school too. GOD! That explains WHY i didn't bother to say hi when i see him. LOL. Other than this guy, everything was fun at the BBQ. I totally fell in love with the scenery and the stars above. TOTALLY! Put me in daze for quite long. Alright moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Mar 07, Wedesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 3 hours sleep, i woke up from my sleep to a phone call. Shaun called to ask about my results. Just when i can finally sleep after so many restless nights, i have to see my results. After he hung up i saw my results in the SMS. I froze for at least 5 seconds when i saw it. I was SHOCKED! I did badly for my exams. For the who wanted to know, I've got 1 A, 3 B+, 2 C+ and a C. I wasn't expecting my C to come so soon but i got it. Anyways, i couldn't go back to sleep after i got my results and chatted for another hour before i prepare myself for the class gathering at 1pm. The gathering was VERY VERY VERY fun i'll tell ya. Quite a lot of my ex classmates turned up and had so much fun. We were playing games at pitstop and we were screaming our heads off! Although i was feeling VERY sleepy because i only slept for 3 hours for 2 days, i did crapped just as much and also screamed like mad. We had so much fun. I really missed them all. If i had a chance, i would hug all of them. One by one. GEE! T.T Oh and all the credit goes to our ex-chairperson, Nadirah. She planned all our gathering and she made sure they are a success. This was no exception. NICELY DONE GIRL-FRIEND! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Mar 07, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONG YONG&lt;/span&gt;! I was supposed to go to a chalet hosted by my ex schoolmate on the 14th. However i was too tired to go anywhere so i told him we ( the people who would go with me) will be going on the 15th. We went and it was alright. Just like those normal BBQ except that the chicken wings are all burnt. HAHA! So we had only squids and a few chicken wings. I had one plate of noodles more than them. So we were like chatting and chatting. It was like a market. 2 groups people were chatting so loud that they are fighting to be heard. LOL! Zhi yi, Grace and i were like san ba-ing ( bytching) while the rest of them were chatting about others. Things happened and i think those will really bore you all a lot. So moving on! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Mar 07, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEL&lt;/span&gt;! After resting for 2 hours after i came back from the chalet, i went out to meet jill, mich, and long to attend to rachel's BBQ! We were quite surprised when we got invited but nonetheless we went. We were looking for the pit and we soon realised that the group in front of us were looking for her pit too! LOL! What coincidence. We found it at the extreme end when we were told that her pit was only beside the Fisherman's village. LOL! Well jill and i had a drink and we found it very awkward to be present because all except the four of us were all rachel's maple friends. So we decided to go eat SEA FOOD PLATTER at Fish &amp; co. DAM! Those things make me think i'm on drugs. They are SO DAM NICE! :]~ Jill and i ordered Passionade which contains alcohol. We were teasing Long about it because he can't drink. He will vomit the moment he drinks alcohol. :X While on the train home, i was talking very loudly at first. Then i fell asleep because the train was crowded already. I woke up when it was time for us to alight and change train. While waiting, i noticed this SUPER HOT figure from a distant and he has a very nice face. Like i was telling the 3 of them that he's a model for sure. Jill and Mich were like O.O and i was laughing like a mad man. I was pestering Jill to take pictures of us 4 ( as usual, cam-whore) but she just didn't! She's mean. Oh anyways while we were SQUEEZING in the train, I noticed an indian standing behind me. So while trying not to fall either ways, i was talking about the indian behind me and made jokes. No they are NOT racist jokes. Just some funny ones. I was like "Oh no. What if i fall and that guy grabs my butt! HOW!" That made all of the crazy. I was joking in chinese and it was quite loud because i was listening to my MP3. I think the chinese behind Jill heard and he was like looking. LoL! We had so much fun on the train. TOO BAD WE DIDN'T CAM-WHORE! DAM! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 March 07, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDRIC&lt;/span&gt;! I slept till pretty late until i woke up and fetch my phone in the kitchen after charging. It was full messages. I deleted some of them and the messages came in ALL THE WAY! LOL! I had fun reading and replying. Thank you ALL for remember my day. Thanks! I stayed at home the WHOLE day and didn't go out of my house at all. Well except to buy food to eat. LOL. So if anyone wants to know how i celebrated my birthday, i was at home the whole day eating chicken rice with extra char siew. LOL! I think i'm mad. Anyways i would like to thank the people as follow. Apart from thank you, here are the replies i didn't sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/span&gt; – Thanks, you are the first one to message me, maybe because you had to leave for Batam and wished me 2 days earlier. You are the only one from volleyball to wish me before enen does at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cedric&lt;/span&gt; - Thanks for the HUGE box of chocolates. REALLY! I LOVE the mini book you made too. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nadirah&lt;/span&gt; - Thanks for wishing me on msn AND call back after we hung up and wish me again. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Mom and Dad&lt;/span&gt; - THANK YOU BOTH ALOT! ALOT! ALOT! REALLY THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Filzah&lt;/span&gt;- I’m really surprised that you message me and became the first to message me on that day itself. I also realized how long have we not meet and I have really missed you. GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tze hui&lt;/span&gt;- You are number 2. Nonetheless thanks a lot for the message. I really appreciate that you remember my birthday. Thanks a lot! For the song too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MICHH&lt;/span&gt;- two words; Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yilong&lt;/span&gt; – Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Shaun boobs&lt;/span&gt; – although the message which came from you were full of vulgarities and all, it’s still very kind of you to message me. THANK YOU VERY MUCH MAN! LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Johnson&lt;/span&gt; – you are the one the I LEAST EXPECT WOULD MESSAGE ME! You were only in the room dammit. But thanks. ( he’s my brother btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Benjipoops&lt;/span&gt; – Although you forgot about my day when you are not in Singapore but you were the sixth to message me. You even called me the day before. Man I really missed you. Hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt; – you are another one who I least expect that you would message me on the dot. Thanks a lot mean pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Rahmat &lt;/span&gt;– Thanks for welcoming me to the 18 years old club. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt; – thanks for all the care and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Alfred &lt;/span&gt;– if you are reading this, you lost to the people above! LOL! :X no lah. But thanks a lot man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tay Min&lt;/span&gt; – you have no idea how much I miss you man! THANKS A LOT BY THE WAY! Really lets go lunch sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SY&lt;/span&gt;- Thanks a lot for your message despite the stress for your exams. Good luck man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wen Qi&lt;/span&gt; – Although I have to tell you it’s my day, you still wish me nonetheless. Haha! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sisi&lt;/span&gt; – THANKS A LOT! I really have to give you a little more credit. You never fail to post me a card with your thoughts in there. Thanks for the card and the message. And also your methods of spending the time slower. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Munirah&lt;/span&gt; – I will still remain hot and sexy even if you didn’t say. HAHAHA! Thanks a lot babe! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Erine&lt;/span&gt; – thanks for the message too. Hahas ( she’s my cousin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Masnurie&lt;/span&gt; – THANKS A LOT! OH MY GOD! It’s really good to hear from you and also met up in the gathering. I cant wait for the hang out man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Matthew&lt;/span&gt; – You just woke up and messaged me. So yeah never mind that and thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Matthew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( THE BEST LOOKING MATT)&lt;/span&gt; – I hope your concert went on well man! And thanks a lot! You need to come online more often. GEEES! I miss you! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kevin &lt;/span&gt;– Thanks for everything. The songs and the messages. THANKS A LOT. You did the most and the funniest thing ever! But still a big thank you and a great big HUG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yvonne jie&lt;/span&gt; – Despite being in Malaysia, you never fail to message me. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yu lin&lt;/span&gt; – THANKS GIRL! I MISS PLAYING VOLLEYBALL WITH YOU! MISSESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kunhan&lt;/span&gt; – You are another guy who I least expect you to message me. THANKS ANYWAYS! MUCH LOVE DUDE! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Zhi yi&lt;/span&gt; – I enjoy our san ba session at the chalet. Thanks for the message too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Larry&lt;/span&gt; – I thought you forgot totally about it already. Thanks FAIRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yong Lin&lt;/span&gt; - Thanks. For a moment i thought you might have forgotten about it. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cassandra&lt;/span&gt; – Thanks a lot for the message girl. You time is coming too! Oh and thanks for the mug. Thanks chee an too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yi ling&lt;/span&gt; – HAHAHA! Yeah my da shou when im 18. LOL. Thanks for the message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jian how&lt;/span&gt; – it’s obvious that you forgot about it but never mind. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jin shun&lt;/span&gt; – thanks for trying to get me out and get a cake for me. That’s sweet. Thanks for the message too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hui Ru&lt;/span&gt; (MY COUSIN!)– Thanks! I don’t look for the gift you get for me. Even if you forget to get me, a message will be good already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Vanessa &lt;/span&gt;– It’s better late than never. THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Roman&lt;/span&gt; – you are late too. But never mind. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Xing &lt;/span&gt;– MY LOVELY BOYFRIEND IN CLASS! ( she’s a girl), thanks for your message! Luckily you message me before you sleep aye. HAHAHA! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who gave me testimonials in my friendster, thanks you. Let me try to name all of you out without looking. Farisa*, Jillian, Dedric*, Jacky*, Ivan*, Garry*, Yixian, Daya, Moses*, Lihui*, En En and Angie! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR STILL REMEMBERING MY BIRTHDAY! hahaha. Actually i have been thinking. As long as i get the wished from my friends, nothing really matters. Not the gifts ( except the "tennis" bag im eyeing on) and of course not the time. I thank you all so much. I hope you all well too. It's 4:40 am now. I better run. May continue tomorrow. Maybe i would. Cos' i'm getting pictures from alfred! tomorrow you guys can see major cam-whore again. :X Nights everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- Those with * are the people i least expect would wish me. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-1951059930896233578?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/1951059930896233578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=1951059930896233578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1951059930896233578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/1951059930896233578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/03/maturity.html' title='Maturity'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-343584148891566487</id><published>2007-03-16T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T02:02:21.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beta</title><content type='html'>This will be a short one just to make sure everyone is back for the longest one ever. i will be combining 5 days of outings together. Wait till you all hear the schedules. Oh im suppose to prepare for another bbq. So cya! be back later at night! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-343584148891566487?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/343584148891566487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=343584148891566487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/343584148891566487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/343584148891566487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/03/beta.html' title='Beta'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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-38035058.post-2019625737056218841</id><published>2007-03-08T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:08.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in hell.</title><content type='html'>Let it affect you not &lt;div&gt;Unworthy the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let Them be of emptiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let Us soar ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often a renegade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and often an outcast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out against all odd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fighting amongst conspiracy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unearth the embedded&lt;br /&gt;Uncover the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discover the layered facade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filter the unwanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weariness sets in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired and torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barely an ounce of energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argument precedes ahead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left me no choice but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To defend and attack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the weakest voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the thoughtless words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't if anyone would understand the above thing i composed. Can't be blamed if i have bad english. Anyways it's the extract of how i felt for the day. I'm really tired because of the hours that we were under the sun and the amount of energy that was drained by the different trial of events on the field that our teacher in-charge, Ms Leong, asked us to help in. Although they are events of about 4 lecturers but they are enough to make us sweat and spend about 3 to 4 hours under the sun and have a short break before our training starts at 6pm till 9pm.It was quite fun though. Oh i ate 1 Lor mai gai plus one siew mai and 2 Char Siew bao during the break and during dinner i ate quite alot too. I'm becoming fatter. Hur hur hur. I'm really tired. Good night everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039633184782705202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RfBfrjE-YjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oVsO2wIOEVQ/s320/c20677bdfeedbae9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The life which stood strong in the land of plight. Despite the seclusion, hope still persist. Will the hope be dashed or will it be stretched out and be achieved? Tell me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-2019625737056218841?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/2019625737056218841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=2019625737056218841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2019625737056218841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/2019625737056218841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-in-hell.html' title='A day in hell.'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/RfBfrjE-YjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oVsO2wIOEVQ/s72-c/c20677bdfeedbae9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-4390952737324738353</id><published>2007-03-06T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:09.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NASA!</title><content type='html'>I saw my first shooting star at around primary 3 or 4. Guess what was my first wish? ( yes i wished more than once) First i wished for the good health of everyone whom i can remember at that point of time and also....for my Mom to strike 4D. LOL! Oh and you know what? After several days, my Mom did win 4D! Maybe it's true. The second time was, i think, sometime at primary 5 while i was walking under HUNDREDS and THOUSANDS of shiny stars that were bright enough to light up the dark path i was taking in a camp. i was totally mesmerized by how beautiful it was that I didn't make any wish for it. The third time was in Ngee Ann. When i was out in the volleyball camp. I was one of the three people in the whole company of 50 - 80 people who saw it. We were the three people who were looking up at the sky and were not listening to the people talking to us. When i saw it i thought it was a plane. Then again, plane couldn't fly at that speed when it's so near to the ground already! So i look carefully and saw some sparks at the end of the round object. That was when i knew it was a shooting star. Again i didn't make any wish. I was looking up at the sky the whole night just for a chance to see another shootig star. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard some people saying that they have not seen a shooting star before. Some saw it once only at the age of 17. So i'm pretty lucky to have seen shooting stars at a tender age and also so many times. Maybe that is also why i'm interested astrology. Maybe that's why i will melt whenever i see lots of stars in the cloudless sky. Oh but when i see clouds, my body will relax automatically. No idea why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways i happen to come across a website that was reported in the News catergory when you open yahoo about some stars. So as expected they will link you to NASA. So i came across this page whereby they were describing about the top 10 stars in the universe. They are SO pretty althought they are very much unstable and emitting lots of matters and protons and sending particles away at lightspeed. So they spark my curiosity to explore further in the webby. I was thinking to myself whether there's this chance that i will be able to work at NASA as an engineer. Repair rockets. LOL! So random lah! hahas. Oh you know, COINCIDENTALLY, the multiple choice comprehension that my little cousin didn't bother to read and said she didn't know how to do, is on NASA. LOL! What a topic for a primary 4 little girl who is too lazy to read and conveniently say she didn't know how to do. Well small girl! It worked for your mom (my dearest aunt) and not for me! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is a chance, i would wanna study more on astrology. August 28 will be the second time that we are experiencing lunar eclipse. ANYONE WANNA GO WATCH WITH ME?! PUH LEASE? Or and you know IF lah. IF i had anyone who would go out at night with me to the beach and see stars, i will melt. LOL! No matter guys or girls bah. I mean guys can be good friends and girls can be even better friends. HAHAHAHA! :X Like those normal get together session with friends and hang out by the beach and chat about anything under the sun ( or rather the stars). It's pretty rare that my friends are free on the nights that i want to have a good talk. So yeah. BUT I REALLY WANNA GO WATCH THE LUNA ECLIPSE! ANYONE?! :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay anyways, tomorrow i will be heading down to East Coast with my good butt Yang. LoL. Roller blading! WHEE! Alright the pictures i will be showing will all be credited to NASA and people uploading it. Presenting, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faces of the Sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038896359391411682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Re3BiqmIveI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XITyqEx_ZAo/s320/ig290_sun_01_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038896793183108594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Re3B76mIvfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V2sDWhsT1w8/s320/ig290_sun_02_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038897059471080962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Re3CLamIvgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6cbhjjEWttU/s320/ig290_sun_04_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038897226974805522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Re3CVKmIvhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/agVuCa50kjI/s320/ig290_sun_12_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038897467492974114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Re3CjKmIviI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vZeDq1_uI-A/s320/ig290_sun_08_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The last picture is why i wanna see the Lunar Eclipse and for all the amazing pictures i saw on the website made me even more interested in exploring into the universe and astrology. MAN! If i buy a house next time, and happen to have a balcony, I AM GETTING A TELESCOPE! Oh and of course i will find the best FENG SHUI for stars ogling. LOL. :X it's 3: 38am people. time for bed. GOOD NIGHT! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Smile and the world smiles with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Fart and you are on your own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38035058-4390952737324738353?l=chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/feeds/4390952737324738353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38035058&amp;postID=4390952737324738353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4390952737324738353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38035058/posts/default/4390952737324738353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chupa-chups-woots.blogspot.com/2007/03/nasa.html' title='NASA!'/><author><name>WizZie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05695487479774172652</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/Re3BiqmIveI/AAAAAAAAAD4/XITyqEx_ZAo/s72-c/ig290_sun_01_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38035058.post-5832131180869191650</id><published>2007-03-04T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:13:10.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days of freedom and boredom.</title><content type='html'>Okay i have my reasons for not blogging for so long. One of the main reasons is because i'm just too lazy. HAHAHA! I wanted to blog for quite sometime already but i am always occupied with either tv or game. Holidays till now had been quite meaningless i guess. I mean i sleep late, wake up late and i will only eat outside if i'm going out to meet friends or swimming. If not i will only be around my house eating soggy instant noodles or the extremely UN-hot cup noodles. EW. I actually prefer wanton mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/ResSeF4sl7I/AAAAAAAAADA/Zx1JT1wlgSg/s1600-h/dreamgirls.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038140916329387954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="282" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnidG5PZE8Y/ResSeF4sl7I/AAAAAAAAADA/Zx1JT1wlgSg/s320/dreamgirls.bmp" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright i wanna advertise for "DreamGirls" although they don't need any help in that already. It's going to stop showing in the all the cinemas soon i think. So hurry and catch it. So why is it so interesting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon! The 20+ to 30 songs that they sing now and then will make you melt. Not just any songs. They are songs with meanings and emotions. Although they are songs of the past, way pass the times now, but they are still very good songs. I want all those songs. Anyways back to the movie. Although the co-star is Jennifer Hudson, i think she took all the limelight that was supposedly on Beyonce Knowles. It is a very nice movie as it portrays the backstage life of well-known people and also the trouble that follows close to fame. Here is what i think of the actors and actresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Beyonce Knowles - Deena Jones ( The Sweet face diva)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Jennifer Hudson - Effie White ( The Loud Singer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Anika Noni Rose - Lorrell Robinson ( The Smiley face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Jamie Foxx - Curtis Taylor. Jr ( HE KISSED BEYONCE! omg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Eddie Murphy - James "Thunder" Early ( He can sing? O.O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that about it for the stars in DreamGirls. I personally think that although Beyonce is very much prettier, but Jennifer has showed the world how one can get back to the top after a great big fall while Beyonce displayed how fame is accompanied by hardship and problems. They both are the big contrast that everyone gets the taste of the emotions, sisterhood, hardship and being able to stand strong. Also, the threats they face for the common goal, fame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Foxx gives the idea of destroying the nature of songs for the sake of money as his ambitious mind got him nothing but only wealth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Murphy plays a part in being popular and flirtatious. Having being showed how ruthless Curtis Taylor ( Foxx) is to his manager, he remained nonchalent and gave up the manager, who brought him into the circle at the age of 10, just because of the fame that he is promised. In the end he died because of overdosing heroin due to the rejection of Curtis as the "soul" music he sings couldn't make anymore money for Curtis as time pass by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you all forgotten Anika, the background singer. Well there's nothing much in her to talk about except that she stays loyal to James ( Murphy) for 8 years despite knowing that he has a wife. She still love him although she told him they are through in a concert which was attended by James's legal wife. After James died, she teared so hard as she was not allowed to see him for the last time because his wife didn't let her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show also shows the audiences that as time passed by, old kind of music will soon be outdated and new bands with the latest vocals for the latest music will soon take over which ever bands which were once popular. It is not clearly shown but tell me truthfully, which one of you have ever heard of the songs that they sing on the radio or sang by anyone. How about their band name? The Supremes or for this case, The Dream Girls / Dreame
