<?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-695748772709340446</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:02:39.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naivete-emy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-8045690504901671405</id><published>2009-05-20T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:47:11.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>Sunday night was a celebration for Maggie's birthday and QQ's very belated birthday. I'm sorry it had to be so late dude, but it's your fault for being born at such an inconvenient time. Lol. Anyways, it seemed more like a reunion to me, after a long period of studying and exams, not together but separately in our own schools and faculties. I miss the times we walked together to the various classrooms in between classes. I miss the times we had to endure disgusting canteen food. I miss the times we bought food together and took greasy cutlery for each other and shoving leftovers to Michael or simply played with them. I miss the times rotting at the side-gate while waiting for the gates to open. I even miss our Tuesday Math remedials with OBS at the benches. (This is what Disha rmbs 06S04 for! Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough reminiscing. Lost time never turns back anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Angels and Demons with JH on Saturday. I love the movie. And it was very unexpected since I haven't read the book (that reminds me to get it from Maggie. I shall go sms her first.) The part where they managed to save the 4th cardinal was so touching...I know it's no biggie, but I really cheered when passers-by came to help. Hmm...and I love Ewan McGregor's accent. Haha. Is he British?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was going to shopping with JY for Maggie and QQ's pressies. Ended up taking our own sweet time eating at Sarpino's and chit-chatting when I realised that it was 8pm+ and we haven't gotten anything! Travelled down elsewhere and got Maggie's present and started shopping for ourselves. Le Sigh. Shopping for guys is just one of the worst chores ever. Everywhere we went to started closing till there was no more late night shopping left to do and we had to head home. Met Maggie the next day for last minute shopping for QQ and finally got his pressies. Shared a meal at the Soup Spoon with Maggie coz that bum woke up super late and had not had anything to eat. My first time at Soup Spoon! Yummy! Maggie says I shared my first time with her. Lol. I'm craving for more soup already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ise, Shuli, QQ, JY and Niko for dinner celebration. The soup spoilt our appetite so Maggie and I shared a steak. It was not a very pleasant experience. The steak was overdone, bread was stale and Ise and Shuli hated their pork ribs. Plus, the table we got was a tad too cozy. After a very rushed dinner, we went singing! Too bad only Maggie, QQ and I stayed all the way. But 5 hours of singing was fun, though tiring. It had been a loooong time since we went singing together. We ate our yummy birthday cake too. But I was too full to even finish my slice. What a waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much pics but here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337907223747681490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQOVqt43NI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AtpbAX5YEck/s320/SNC00412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337907220352115202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQOVeEUogI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QuAtD8SFIOc/s320/SNC00411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A very filling meal of pizza, garlic bread sticks, nuggets and loads of coke with JY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337907227158100498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQOV3a_uhI/AAAAAAAAAYk/nMGPSNFpeAQ/s320/SNC00413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The birthday dudettes. QQ looks like he's about to murder someone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is pooling with Maggie, Ise, Niko and possibly QQ. Woots! Can't wait! I haven't been pooling in ages! People, I wanna go swim, tan, canoe, play badminton, play basketball, go gym, have chalet, go shopping++ as well! =)) Was supposed to go play bball at Alex's previously but there was a whole bunch of unknown NUS guys invited so I didn't go for it. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Poor Che met a flasher at Orchard Road a couple of days ago. Sigh. I told her that she could come to me for therapy if she needs to but I think she'll probably still be traumatised for life. That sick, sick scum of the earth should just pick a secluded corner, &lt;strong&gt;curl up and die&lt;/strong&gt;. I hope he &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;burns in the fury flames of hell.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I decided I should increase my limited store of general knowledge so I finally got around to do some googling. Heard of the term "first/second/etc cousin once/twice/etc removed" since Secondary school but had never got round to finding out its meaning. I finally know that Nicole, Marc, Kelly, Kellen (Spelling?) and oh-no-I-dunno-what's-the-other-kid's-name are my "first cousins once removed" not grand-cousins, as I have been calling them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337912443812823890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQTFg-Zw1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/9XWRWwgRjYw/s320/kelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I absolutely love this beautiful shot of Kelly at one of the weddings. (I've had been attending so many) Kudos to whoever that took this. Sigh. I so want that photo of Marc eating noodles with his hands with noodles trailing all over the table. That was a very awesome shot too... Or better still, I want a SLR for myself. =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-8045690504901671405?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/8045690504901671405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=8045690504901671405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/8045690504901671405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/8045690504901671405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2009/05/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQOVqt43NI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AtpbAX5YEck/s72-c/SNC00412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-2392899261999934099</id><published>2009-05-06T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T06:48:32.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faraway, to a place where tears are exhausted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know I haven't been blogging for a long, long time. What can I say? I just tend to succumb to laziness. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my exams are finally over. I can't believe I'm finally done with my second semester. When I go back to school after this 3-month break, I'm no longer a freshman! How time flies... Previously during Lester &lt;i&gt;gor&lt;/i&gt;'s wedding dinner, we were just talking about how we are so old already. When Deanna, the youngest cousin, gets married, she'll probably have to have an extra 2 or 3 tables just for the 4th generation alone. By the time Dee gets married, Nicole, the oldest grand-cousin, is gonna be of around my sister's age! Zomg. I feel bloody old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And congrats to Lester &lt;i&gt;gor&lt;/i&gt; for getting married. His military-style wedding was quite cool. I bet he forced all his men to do that sword ceremony thingamajig for him. And those poor guys...they had to wear a bra (without their shirts) and Lester &lt;i&gt;gor&lt;/i&gt; had to wear a pair of neon green briefs when receiving the bride! In public! Goodness... Oh. And congrats to Pearline &lt;i&gt;jie&lt;/i&gt; who is pregnant. So fast lar! Woots! Dinner had been hilarious because Terence &lt;i&gt;gor&lt;/i&gt; (do I call him that? Feels damn weird) kept coming over and squishing his wedding fruit cake between his fingers in order to tempt us into trading our chocolates for it. Then Michael &lt;i&gt;gor&lt;/i&gt; (?!?! Do I call a Caucasian &lt;i&gt;gor&lt;/i&gt;? This feels even weirder) came along and tried to tempt him with his chocolates. So funny to see the cousin-in-laws fooling around together. The cousins in our table were talking about how we wanna make Terence do awful things when he has to get the bride this July. Daphne &lt;i&gt;jie&lt;/i&gt; was warning us that he'll never get embarrassed and he'll embarrass us instead. Especially Daphne &lt;i&gt;jie&lt;/i&gt;'s mum, who would be like (clutching her head in both hands Ms-Kang-styled) &lt;i&gt;"Oh no. What are the neighbours going to think?!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams ended and I have a 3-month break but my friends are all so busy now! Sigh. Monday right after exams was having Swensen's with my sister. And Aishah was working that day! I didn't realise she was working at that branch and when she came to give us the menu, she said "hi friend!" and I thought she was just being a friendly waitress. Then I turned and saw her and got a shock. And the thing is, she's not even done with her exams! Lol. Tuesday was going to the driving centre with QQ to register for our basic theory test. Zomg. I can't believe I'm really gonna learn driving. I'm damn scared lar. Especially after seeing how easily Maggie gets lost all the time. Lol. Wednesday was going shopping with my sister. Whee! It's been a while since I did that with her. Bought quite a few things, except for the most important - a dress for Daphne &lt;i&gt;jie&lt;/i&gt;'s wedding! So many weddings, I've ran out of clothes to wear!! -pulls hair- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Update: Added some photos since Maggie claims that she is a "visual person".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQG9rIRBSI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-NSP9S1Xi0c/s1600-h/SNC00284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337899114960061730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQG9rIRBSI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-NSP9S1Xi0c/s320/SNC00284.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made Daddy act cute in a pic with me but I shan't post that up. Spoils the image. Hahaha. I looove Mummy's new dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQG9KjTFvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/im5BHPbSWdk/s1600-h/SNC00293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337899106215073522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQG9KjTFvI/AAAAAAAAAX8/im5BHPbSWdk/s320/SNC00293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Che and I. She looks naked =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337899107771731106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQG9QWbzKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/MlyUj_wXaI4/s320/SNC00303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty didn't go to the wedding dinner but how can I forget to include her since I'm posting family pics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQGb_DoY4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/juKtlbY9T9E/s1600-h/wedding+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337898536193778562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQGb_DoY4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/juKtlbY9T9E/s320/wedding+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lester gor's military-styled wedding photo. I think it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQGbj6vrLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FH3JzHFdLEE/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337898528908750002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQGbj6vrLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FH3JzHFdLEE/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1/6th of the See Family 3rd generation. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQGbfOvjLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/RoIOW1TDieA/s1600-h/faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337898527650450610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQGbfOvjLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/RoIOW1TDieA/s320/faces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Weddings make us high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQGbXZcoiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/OQqnlBS_dWA/s1600-h/menu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337898525547864610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQGbXZcoiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/OQqnlBS_dWA/s320/menu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The menu of the day. Drooling already? If you can read what it says that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQGbL9vrdI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UAY1WO8_iAI/s1600-h/dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337898522478882258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQGbL9vrdI/AAAAAAAAAXU/UAY1WO8_iAI/s320/dessert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dessert was totally Western and odd one out of the rest of the dishes. But still yummy. Doesn't this look gooooood? There's even a piece of real gold on it. Gold taste like nothing anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got around to watching &lt;i&gt;1Litre of Tears&lt;/i&gt;. It's said to promise alot of crying and of course, it was no exception for me. From the middle of episode 2, I cried non-stop all the way to the end of the drama series. Sometimes it is merely tears rolling off, other times it's outright crying hard. I alternated between them and there was not a single dry moment. Each time my tears attempted to dry up, there would another thing to make me cry again. A simple sentence, a simple act....they were enough to make me drop tears over and over again. There were times when I simply had to pause the show to bawl my eyes out before continuing because I couldn't watch the show with a teary vision. 1 litre of tears...I'm sure the litre beaker would have overflowed with my tears. I definitely cried more than a litre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on a true story, my heart really aches for Aya and her loved ones. Things that she could do became limited as time went by. I remembered when she said she was afraid of time. One day she would wake up and find out that she hasn't got enough strength in her legs to stand on her own feet anymore. Another day passes and she would realise that people don't seem to understand what she struggles to say anymore. Basic rights such as schooling is also taken away from her. She asked if she could get married...Ikeuchi Aya in the drama has got her Haruto Asou who is always there for her and loves her even when she's in that state. In reality, Kitou Aya has to struggle with Spinocerebellar Ataxis alone...only with her family. She was only 15 and she has to bear with all the pain, all the strange looks from others, hearing that her siblings having to endure teasing from others. She wants to help others when she grows up because she is always getting help from others. But there was nothing she can do. All she could do was write...write till she could no longer hold a pen, till she had to grasp the marker with both palms and scribble a &lt;i&gt;thank you&lt;/i&gt; (or &lt;i&gt;arigatou&lt;/i&gt; in this case) with much effort. Because of her writing, she did help many. Her words were encouragement, an inspiration to many even to this day. Aya in the drama had her classmates sending her off when they themselves did not want her in school when they see her as a burden but Aya in reality wrote that she wished they had said "Aya-chan, don't leave" instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socrates claimed that human beings cannot learn anything new because what is there to be learnt is already in the soul and when we think that we are learning something new, we're merely recollecting. If this is so, why hasn't anyone recollected the cure for such a cruel disease? To have a conscious mind like anyone else out there and yet be trapped in a body that don't seem to belong to you. You can't control your own body at all, to the point of even choking on food or even choking on your own saliva. When my mum told me that Chew Chor Meng could hardly walk during the Star Awards, I wanted to cry for him as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does such beautiful people like Aya have to go through all this pain and leave the world this soon? Perhaps God wants these amazing people by his side and took them away prematurely... but it is still so unfair! So unfair that they have to go through such torture in order to show their strength and beauty. So unfair that despite being so brave, their disease still continue to progress, slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the show makes me flood my laptop with tears again. I'm scared that sparks might come shooting out from between the keyboard keys. I may be 30 years too late in saying this but... &lt;i&gt;Aya-chan, gambatte!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the songs used in the drama, especially Only Human by K. The melody is so sad and the lyrics so aptly written. And the story is so beautiful and touching. I recommend those with tears to spare to watch the drama. I'm sorry if the video contains spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W5vseKRSL3M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W5vseKRSL3M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-2392899261999934099?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/2392899261999934099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=2392899261999934099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/2392899261999934099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/2392899261999934099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2009/05/faraway-to-place-where-tears-are.html' title='Faraway, to a place where tears are exhausted.'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ShQG9rIRBSI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-NSP9S1Xi0c/s72-c/SNC00284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-4722080014404988961</id><published>2009-01-22T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:45:55.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mum and Dad.</title><content type='html'>Today was treating mummy dearest to dinner! Went to Hotpot Culture. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXiqOZq6saI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VHfGi58dZD4/s1600-h/SNC00459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294168526359802274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXiqOZq6saI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VHfGi58dZD4/s320/SNC00459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads and loads of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXiqOUIvc7I/AAAAAAAAAV4/Yd1vYFMGFqI/s1600-h/SNC00460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294168524874281906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXiqOUIvc7I/AAAAAAAAAV4/Yd1vYFMGFqI/s320/SNC00460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beats having strawberries with chocolate fondue after dinner.....with bananas and banana cake and marshmallows and ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXiqOH9NLmI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PdDdJiOpDY0/s1600-h/SNC00463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294168521604673122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXiqOH9NLmI/AAAAAAAAAVw/PdDdJiOpDY0/s320/SNC00463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXiqN6l73TI/AAAAAAAAAVo/26QIdMLmxVw/s1600-h/SNC00465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294168518017408306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXiqN6l73TI/AAAAAAAAAVo/26QIdMLmxVw/s320/SNC00465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smiley face chocolate fondue is calling out for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXi8zGY_2nI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/hiMllVXhf3s/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294188948048829042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXi8zGY_2nI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/hiMllVXhf3s/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXipnKcpNOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cZd3wScQ7i8/s1600-h/SNC00468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294167852258505954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXipnKcpNOI/AAAAAAAAAVg/cZd3wScQ7i8/s320/SNC00468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXipnIkMpdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3Tq2FeFyK_I/s1600-h/SNC00475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294167851753317842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXipnIkMpdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3Tq2FeFyK_I/s320/SNC00475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXipmw4UApI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GpIzmknpi3Y/s1600-h/SNC00478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294167845395235474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXipmw4UApI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GpIzmknpi3Y/s320/SNC00478.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXipmqRHUzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KoJQxtuJ5zg/s1600-h/SNC00480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294167843620213554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXipmqRHUzI/AAAAAAAAAVI/KoJQxtuJ5zg/s320/SNC00480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXipmNJ5nRI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8Z3wOrD6lUU/s1600-h/SNC00482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294167835805326610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXipmNJ5nRI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8Z3wOrD6lUU/s320/SNC00482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a while since I last spent quality time with mummy. Shopping for lingerie (extremely cute knickers! Which I obviously shouldn't be giving too much information on) and shoes today, and had some chatting session over dinner. Even though I treated her to dinner, she probably spent so much more on me while we shopped around. She still ended up with nothing to wear on Chinese New Year's day. Though sometimes my parents really irritate the hell out of me, there are times when they are super sweet and these acts of care and concern really makes me feel guilty. A parent's love for his/her child is so great and selfless, yet their love is often not reciprocated, or under appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tuck us into bed when we were young and covered us with a blanket when we were cold. They rush home from work and stay up all night next to us when we're running a fever. They leave the best foods for us, spend most generously on us, and slog their guts out so that they can to send us to college. Yet how many of us do actually return such favours? I wonder why a parent's love can be so unconditional. Even though I don't express it much, I love you, dear mum and dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home, we had the urge to flip through our old photo albums that were piled up in the old abandoned cupboard to collect dust. My dad and sis joined us and we spent a good couple of hours flipping through dozens of albums and laughing at our own photos. My sis and I found out that my dad was such an &lt;em&gt;ah beng&lt;/em&gt; (hippy, my dad says) in his younger days, and that he was actually really very &lt;em&gt;shuai&lt;/em&gt; and had lots of hair. Lol. The four of us broke out in hysterical laughter when we chanced upon this photo where my mum had an "afro". And my sis and I realised what posers we were when we were young. We must have been instructed to pose like that. There is no way we are capable of such poses if we were not forced to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reminiscing.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what it would be like to go back to the past. Perhaps I would get a second chance at many things that I would have liked to change. For instance, my ridiculous bangs at around the age of five. I would probably be a more outgoing person if I had not been such a shy little girl. Maybe I would not lose some friends that I might not have lost if things were done right, or if I could have been as studious as I was in lower primary, I might find myself in Medicine school right now... I wish I had a time machine that can take me back in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, I would not be where I am today and might not have gone through the experiences I had gone through nor meet the wonderful friends I have today. Perhaps I should wish that I have a time machine that can take me back in time, and return to the present in case I screw things up along the way =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know what I'm saying, to be honest. Just a random, pointless rant I guess. Philosophy has kinda left me with permanent brain damage. I get really lost midway reading Plato's dialogue between Socrates and Euthyphro, or however you spell his name, sometimes. I just hope I don't screw it up with a C grade like what SK had warned about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough ranting. Have a Happy Chinese New Year everybody, regardless of where you are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S I'm soooo in love with Whose Line Is It Anyway these days, so I'm gonna recommend some episodes. Colin Mochrie and Ryan Stiles are such ingenious people. &lt;3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who cares about Smurf-coloured shoes? Ryan is still awesome. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=758cBTrxQRY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;This clip&lt;/a&gt; shows the cast insulting each other in an episode of Hollywood directors where they act out a scene, impromtu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 audiences are picked to do sound effects while Colin and Ryan act out what Drew says. The 2 cute old ladies are so sporting. Lol. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ukD56qosRA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Watch this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my all time favourite game, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8l9mT32P3Q&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Scenes From A Hat&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Things you can say to your dog but not your &lt;/em&gt;girlfriend was really well done. Colin is just soooo sick in the mind, but so super funny. And he got the ball rolling for sick ideas... ingenious people to come up with all these impromtu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come!&lt;/em&gt; Ewww. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-4722080014404988961?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/4722080014404988961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=4722080014404988961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/4722080014404988961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/4722080014404988961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-treating-mummy-dearest-to.html' title='Dear Mum and Dad.'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SXiqOZq6saI/AAAAAAAAAWA/VHfGi58dZD4/s72-c/SNC00459.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-438378426424091413</id><published>2009-01-03T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:26:50.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Pounds of flesh</title><content type='html'>So much things have happened since the last time I blogged, but I really can't be bothered to blog every precise detail. Went back to Starhub and left again. It had been an enjoyable 3 weeks. Made new friends, quarrelled with old ones but I'm glad I made up with him after that. Bowling and movie outings had been fun, ride home in Jeremy's car with Siti, Joanna, Anne and Shirley from the Cathay to Clementi then Admiralty then Toa Payoh and Chai Chee then finally to my place had been super tiring, but super high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Andy Lau's concert, Fahrenheit's and now, got cheated into doing Hokkien Pop Night. All I can say is, I survived it. More importantly, I managed to tolerate the crowd today. Those aunties and uncles do the weirdest things. Especially when Jargon kinda stuck his hand into my vest pocket to pick and dump the ticket stubs for me while I was busy with tearing tickets, I wanted to just snap on the spot when a patron gave some crappy comment. Hello! It was my vest pocket, not breast pocket or pants pocket. Or worse, when patrons tear their own tickets, especially the wrong portions then expect me to throw it away for them. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287132661757365122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SV-rJLhpy4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/O2mLZuwy66w/s320/7pounds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I watched &lt;strong&gt;Seven Pounds&lt;/strong&gt; with JH today. I loooooove, love, love the movie. It had been extremely confusing at first because of the arty farty directing but when the truth comes to light, everything fits and makes sense. The movie is slow with little action but it allows me to get into the mood of the show and I just can't stop myself and ended up tearing up many times. The storyplot is so touching, I cried at least thrice in the last 15 minutes. JH was complaining to JY that his left sleeve was very wet. I have no idea why it is so. =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People who haven't watched the movie and are planning to watch, you should not find out too much about the movie beforehand. I think the producer of the movie had not wanted to reveal much about the movie for good reason. Before I watched the movie, I knew absolutely nothing about it other than Will Smith being in it and it came from the producer of The Pursuit of Happyness. It may be very confusing at first but when it finally dawned on me what the show is about, I really appreciate the ambiguity in the start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the title too. Out of curiosity, I went to google the meaning of the title. Taken from Shakespeare's idea in his book The Merchant of Venice, a pound of flesh is demanded for every debt one owes. I think Shakespeare is pretty warped in the mind. Anyways, I love the double meaning in the movie title because it is both metaphorical in the Shakespearian way, but also literal since Smith's character literally gave flesh (and a house) to pay his debts. Seven debts, seven pounds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love Will Smith! He is so charming (and hot!) and his character in the movie is soooo sweet. His portrayal of his roles in various movies and the extent of the sacrifices his roles always make is just so touching. I love the arty fartyness of the whole movie, from its directing to the storyline and title, to the little details in the movie such as Will Smith's method of suicide and the considerate little note he wrote, the way he wants to sacrifice only for the good people etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, go watch the show. I cried like, at least 7 times while watching Seven Pounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-438378426424091413?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/438378426424091413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=438378426424091413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/438378426424091413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/438378426424091413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2009/01/seven-pounds-of-flesh.html' title='Seven Pounds of flesh'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SV-rJLhpy4I/AAAAAAAAAU4/O2mLZuwy66w/s72-c/7pounds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-9055338672965184482</id><published>2008-12-08T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:50:01.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate slacking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whee-ness! Now that the exams are over, I've been going out alot. Practically every single day since my last paper =)) So here's a quick update!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My first day of freedom. Played online pictionary with JY till 4am. Met up the next day for lunch. Shared a Buddy's meal with her. Yum! Seriously, she's the only person I eat chicken at KFC with in public. Lol! Then JY, Maggie and I went to sing at Katong...had been such a long time since we went to sing. I think the last time was with Maggie and QQ a couple of months back. Anyways, it had been fun! Sang loads of English songs this time...but too bad their English songs selection isn't really updated.. After that was shopping at Parkway as usual. Our favourite Isetan had a sale but we still ended up with nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping for JH's birthday-cum-Christmas present with JY in town...and ended up with nothing again! Yet we shopped till our legs wanted to give way...I have no idea why we still ended up with nothing. JY has been trying to be abit more careful with the way she spends her money so, yay, I'm proud of her. After that was going to Lee Guitar's Concert with Maggie, for work. It had been purely a session of music-making for those singers/composers. I think music lovers would like the concert...I could see that the performers were really enjoying playing music with each other. The performers included the Lee guy who opened his guitar factory...then Emil Chau, Tanya Chua and MayDay (the highlight of the day). MayDay fans are a hyper bunch, that's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're just mad to go to the Sitex show on a Sunday. The place was crowded as hell and we lost each other quite a number of times. Then again, all of us ended up with great deals. Maggie's family got their ink cartridges, Maggie and JY got their external hard disks, I got JH's present and Maggie's seniors got their memory cards, so we're all happy people. Then we had to all squeeze in Maggie's dad's car. The poor car had 8 people crammed into it...and did I mention that it was a 5-seater? 6 people had to stack on top of each other at the back, and we were still laughing and joking away. After that, us threesome went to Central. There was the Zirkus Ice-skating performance thingamajig. JY couldn't tell if Matthew was there, but we enjoyed the show anyway. There was this skater from Russia who skated on stilts! So cool lar! It is already difficult to figure skate and she actually did it on stilts. I was so scared for her. But it was a really cool performance. After that was going to Manhatten the Fish Market for dinner. We shared a fisherman's giant fried seafood platter, a coke float and a tropical breeze. I thought it would be little for 3 to share but we were stuffed full. The meal is so sinful, but we've got vouchers and we're probably going there again. We're stuck in a vicious cycle! Ahhhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277465384775066610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1SzmXwI_I/AAAAAAAAATI/wBw2mpVv944/s320/SNC00182.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty ceiling in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277465389738825138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1Sz43NFbI/AAAAAAAAATQ/yUPCt-mLh_I/s320/SNC00184.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Camwhoring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468886074672562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1V_ZuoRbI/AAAAAAAAATo/SBb8soVFvYU/s320/SNC00190.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty pink Christmas tree!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday was out with JY again. Lol! This time, she came over to my place and we both had our haircut at the salon downstairs. I think my new haircut is quite a big change...Then we went over to my house where we dyed each other's hair! It was quite fun doing it but sadly, I failed my first attempt. I kinda screwed it up for JY =X But anyways, she decided that extreme black was cooler so she dyed it back to black...and apparently it's not black enough so I'm doing it for her again tomorrow. I hope I wouldn't screw up colouring hair black... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277465403198879650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1S0rAVN6I/AAAAAAAAATY/QiZVkwpUqvo/s320/SNC00199.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sleepover!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277465411579700690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1S1KOeZdI/AAAAAAAAATg/6MJc5UDXNKY/s320/SNC00210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My new haircut...pretty big change huh? JY was saying how she can predict what Michael's gonna say about my fringe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JY stayed over at my place since we played around with her 88-colour eye makeup palette till quite late, so we had little sleep that morning. Woke up pretty early for breakfast and off to Kallang where I had my first tuition session with Trevor and Trixie after a month's break. Hopefully, Trixie's friend would be able to join her for tuition as well and I'll have additional income without having to fork out more time... Having too many students would be too tiring when school starts and I'm doing both Trevor and Trixie because they're siblings and their very nice mother offered to have me teach them an hour each twice a week instead of the usual 1.5 hours. She's so super nice and hospitable. =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, JY and I walked over to Geylang for lunch. Super hot day, used condoms on the ground, and DOMs staring at you, simply got on my nerves. But we finally found a place where food was abit pricey but pretty good. After lunch, we travelled down to Bugis where Maggie wanted to get her headphones. Super expensive but nice headphones. I'm jealous! Lol.&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;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym in the morning with Maggie, and had our very nice and long bath after that. For the first time in the week, I stayed at home after lunch. Wasted the rest of my day watching videos. Wahahaha. This is life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dinner at 85 market with JY and QQ. QQ brought his new maltese along! I'm naming him Red Tea...so it'll be convenient for him when he wants to call both Red Tea and Green Tea to him =)) At first when I carried Red Tea, he just kept trembling and we were afraid that he might be afraid of Beauty when they come over to my house. In the end, Red Tea was so hyper at my place and he kept barking and irritated Beauty instead, so much so that she ended up barking at him at the end of the day. My dad said that black and white dogs just don't mix, and my response was "racist arh?". Why does racism occur among dogs as well? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After playing with the dogs, the three of us went into my room to attempt abit of guitar practice. In the end, Jy didn't really learn to play. I think there just wasn't enough time for proper practise...and perhaps it's just QQ who is not teaching properly. Lol! Maggie, we need you to teach JY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468899238047234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1WAKxBbgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/tleDgLIwTzs/s320/SNC00016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468906875296338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1WAnN4mlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0sLR_p4pbUg/s320/SNC00017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Stuck inside QQ's bag....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468912841673954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1WA9cYTOI/AAAAAAAAAUI/PjxXJ4b18mk/s320/SNC00024.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...And being carried around in his bag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met up with JH for dinner after 2 weeks of ignoring him. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool with JH at Parkway! Had not been pooling since exam period...even after countless practice, I'm still as horrible at pool as I was before. Sigh! Anybody wanna go play pool with me? I need loads of practice! Or better still, I want a pool table for Christmas! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JY and I went to Yum Cha Restaurant for our &lt;em&gt;dim sum&lt;/em&gt; brunch. Yum! We had &lt;em&gt;siew mai &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; char siew bao, &lt;/em&gt;chicken wrapped in paper thingy, &lt;em&gt;xiao long bao,&lt;/em&gt; prawn dumplings and spicy dumplings. I love the prawn dumplings! The &lt;em&gt;char siew bao&lt;/em&gt; and spicy dumplings were pretty good too. But other than that, I think the food is quite mediocre and is overpriced. We shall look for more &lt;em&gt;dim sum&lt;/em&gt; places to visit! And maybe go HongKong and make Michael bring us to "&lt;em&gt;yum cha&lt;/em&gt;" every morning! Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a very filling breakfast, we shopped at Chinatown. Found many places that sold cheap, branded perfume. Then we spent hours shopping for Swaroski crystals...and many pretty charms for handcraft, to make a couple of Christmas presents! We're going to make them tomorrow at my place...I hope it'll turn out pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After shopping, I met up with Maggie at Cineleisure for our GCO gathering. We watched Bolt and had a buffet dinner in the function room after that. Bolt is sooooooo cute and the movie is quite funny..but Maggie and I were utterly appalled to find out that Bolt, an adorable furry dog, is voiced by John Travolta. Zomg. Dinner after that was...pretty awkward. We're just not very close to the other GCOs to havoc around. Food was pretty ok though, and lucky draw prizes were ipod shuffles! Neither of us won though. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277472949781153618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1Zr8NwR1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-qVS5KHHYdg/s320/SNC00030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Food, glorious food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277472952930616818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1ZsH8pRfI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mnS_XshDxpA/s320/SNC00032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice function room all to ourselves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277472997026767954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1ZusN_JFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/lvExlp2GaEc/s320/SNC00044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maggie and me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277473014974732658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1ZvvFHWXI/AAAAAAAAAUo/zMQk_e5u0E8/s320/SNC00046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ningzhi, Maggie and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a public holiday so JH and I decided to stay at home and watch movies online over a tub of B&amp;amp;J's. We had breakfast then went grocery shopping. After that, we returned to my place where I cooked the bit of linguine with cabonara sauce from the previous time and toasted JY's favourite CP Mexican wings! Too bad she can't have them coz JH and I ate up all of them. Lol! We also shared half a tub of Dublin Mudslide! Yummy-ness!! I love &lt;s&gt;JH&lt;/s&gt; Ben and Jerry! I shall secretly gobble up the rest of the tub over the week. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277468893808195394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1V_2icd0I/AAAAAAAAATw/fqVfIyutefU/s320/SNC00029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;JH and I =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277473023732328434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1ZwPtFp_I/AAAAAAAAAUw/XoRG5rqoRek/s320/SNC00048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Irish Cream Liqueur Ice Cream with Chocolate Chocolate Chip Cookies and Coffee Fudge Swirl. Am I tempting you already?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S 06S04ians, I sent you guys an email about the Christmas party. Check it out and reply soon, yeah? Can't wait for it! Wheee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-9055338672965184482?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/9055338672965184482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=9055338672965184482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/9055338672965184482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/9055338672965184482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/12/ultimate-slacking.html' title='Ultimate slacking!'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/ST1SzmXwI_I/AAAAAAAAATI/wBw2mpVv944/s72-c/SNC00182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-5631218352421348931</id><published>2008-11-29T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:20:55.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$%#$*%@^!!?!</title><content type='html'>Guys are fucking assholes. Every single one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-5631218352421348931?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/5631218352421348931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=5631218352421348931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/5631218352421348931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/5631218352421348931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='$%#$*%@^!!?!'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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-695748772709340446.post-6368943548005271847</id><published>2008-11-27T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:42:52.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 weeks of freedom!!</title><content type='html'>To answer Michael's question as to where I have been, I can now declare I'm finally done with the very first semester of university life! I'm done with my dreaded exams! 5 whole weeks of total freedom! Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pschology's 100 &lt;s&gt;freaking&lt;/s&gt; MCQs and 5 short ans questions deep-fried my brains on my very first exam day. Next was Sociology's 3 essays which caused every nerve in my poor right hand to die as well. And today is both the English and Southeast Asia papers, and I'm a freeeeee girrrrllll!!!! There's an extensive to-do list of how I wanna spend my holidays and so my dearest friends, you guys are gonna be so busy for the next 5 weeks. Wahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm resuming tuition for Trevor and his sis. Lol. Anyways, Trevor got back his PSLE results and he's happy with them so I'm happy for him too. He can go to SOTA and play his violin! Wheee! I feel accomplished =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, even though I was supposed to prepare for exams, I spent much time working at concerts too =X Couldn't help myself. It's such a pity that Kylie Minogue's concert is on the same day as my first paper so I couldn't work. I saw much of her news over the past couple of days reporting of her fans' aniticipation and excitement, which only served to rub it in my open bleeding wounds. Nonetheless, I had my fair share of good concerts before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273384468160017474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SS7TO_S9dEI/AAAAAAAAASw/es-sLWqMU3c/s320/rihanna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all was &lt;strong&gt;Rihanna's&lt;/strong&gt; concert! Hmm...in an objective critique of the show, the mega star who was fashionably late would have started off with a big bang if not for a minor glitch - her stupid mic didn't work. So her near full-house stadium full of fans didn't get to hear her sing in the first song. Instead, we got to see her get real pissed, stomping to the side and scolding the production crew and of course, the tactless camera people captured all the glory for the fans to see. They could have focused on the backup singers, the super duper awesome bassist and guitarists or even the damn pretty strobe lights, but no, they preferred a shot of Rihanna dissing her crew. Anyways, I guess I'll be damn pissed if a million bucks is spent on such nice stageworks, strobe lights and lasers, and yet not get a good sound system. The show was a super short one too. I had to leave the place after 45 mins when &lt;em&gt;Take a Bow &lt;/em&gt;came on and the next thing I know, &lt;em&gt;Umbrella &lt;/em&gt;was on, and I know that it was the last song. I was so sad I had to leave after 45 mins and then it was the last song already 0_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, the hour-long show was still pretty awesome. The entire setup of the stage and damn nice expensive lightings was totally her style in my opinion, and the ambience gets you super high. Old caucasian uncles with pot bellies were dirty dancing at the balcony, and of course, I was nice enough not to laugh. I wanna dance to her music too! I love the fact that they made an effort to rearrange the music such that it's something new and not taken directly off the album. Although she didn't do alot of singing, her presence and her showing her attitude while singing was just enough to get through the concert. She's 20 and she's having a bloody world tour! And she's soooo hot, enough to make up for the absence of Chris Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was &lt;strong&gt;KPop Nite&lt;/strong&gt;. I had expected it to be boring for me since I have little interest in Korean Pop. Honestly, the Korean girls mostly look all the same to me...maybe they went to the same plastic surgeon. (I don't know why I'm in such a critical mood today, so fans of whoever, please don't get offended.) Anyway, they're all hot so it's good for eye candy. Found out at SEA class that Johari was there too, rooting for Wondergirls. They're this popular girl band who's supposedly very hot. Well, their performance was quite nice that night... And then this band caught my attention. I heard they're one of those popular ones people are supporting that night and when I first saw them, I thought they just look gay. And 2PM started singing and dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, they can sing &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; dance, unlike a certain *cough*KOne*cough* (Jy's gonna scream at me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273384462943739906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SS7TOr3TYAI/AAAAAAAAASo/mleiGz-dliE/s320/2pm.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLTPQ2E2lfc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Just watch this and imagine it live!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have nice voices and awesome dance moves! Every member has got talent and they're not just a pretty face, and I like the way they make good use of their large numbers by coming up with great cheoreography. And the best thing was, the ushers were supposed to walk pass the artistes' rooms that night to go back to our room, and 2PM was standing just outside their rooms and begin bowing and thanking us in Korean as we passed. Zomg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273384470640374978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SS7TPIiUtMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ukp2dQl99PE/s320/disney.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally was &lt;strong&gt;Disney Live: 3 Classic Fairy Tales&lt;/strong&gt;....I watched the show thrice! I also did premiere ushering for the first time of my life. I became more of a child-booster-seat-delivery-woman and was kept so busy the entire time, I could hardly watch the show that day...but I think I enjoyed my job that day, and felt very much accomplished. As for the show, it's a children's show so there wasn't real singing. The stage props were very nice though, the way they made the backdrop and stairs move around and manipulate a small stage to become different settings. Much thought was put in as well to mask the stage when Cinderella changed her gown and when the Beast become a prince. I thought the use of the veil to create a misty atmosphere and the way the lights were made blinding when shone on the veil was very smart. I was also made to hold the door for the 3 princesses and Mickey one evening, and Belle is so polite and really princess-y, and Mickey is just plain cute and friendly. =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm too lazy to type anymore. I wrote 3 freaking essays on Southeast Asia today, so I have no more energy... A bientot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-6368943548005271847?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/6368943548005271847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=6368943548005271847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/6368943548005271847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/6368943548005271847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-weeks-of-freedom.html' title='5 weeks of freedom!!'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SS7TO_S9dEI/AAAAAAAAASw/es-sLWqMU3c/s72-c/rihanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-1524514874707262721</id><published>2008-11-02T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:23:33.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White roses and candlelights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The past few days had been totally emotional. My mum just came to me one fine day and hugged me and cried. Found out that my sister had told her that she wanted to convert to christianity. I thought I could talk to her as a big sister and change her mind, but I was wrong. Thoroughly wrong and disappointed by the fact. That night had been a total cold war between my mum and my sis and I was totally stuck in between. I understand my mum's stand, and I understand my sister's point of view, but there was no way I could make them understand each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next day, my dad found out about it and kept nagging at me about her and I kept trying to explain things for her. When she got back, my dad scolded her for coming home so late (which wasn't really that late) so I went to her room to talk to her again just so she knows that she wasn't alone, and that I'm on her side too. All I wanted was for her to compromise with my parents and not go against their wishes. Then I started breaking down. I was really tired of being stuck in the middle. My sis is at fault for persisting, my parents are at fault for not understanding. Me? All I did was try to act the role of a big sister, and a filial daughter, and here I am, receiving the brunt of everything while they remained at cold war with each other. My mum came in and asked why I was crying and after awhile of pretending nothing was wrong, I finally relented and had an outburst. I don't want them at war, I don't want them to go on like this, I don't want to be caught in between. I cried harder than I ever did in all my life, even harder than the night of &lt;em&gt;the incident. &lt;/em&gt;My mum begging my sis, and my sis being in such a dilemma was just heartwrenching and seeing my mum collapse just made me cry harder in pain and beg her not to be like this. I tried to hug my sister while she cried alone to let her know that she wasn't alone, but I didn't know what else to do...for the first time, it felt like she is segregated from the rest of us. In the end, the 3 of us just sat in the dark and cried and couldn't say anything when my dad demanded to know what was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All is well now but I'm afraid it would happen in future again. It happened before but it hadn't been that bad because we were young and didn't dare make our stand. I believe in God but this just makes me hate Christianity and now I truly see why religion can break up a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, I'm just ranting. On a happier note, Saturday had been the harmonious union of Michael Kraal and Pearline Poon. Congratulations Mr and Mrs Kraal! Pearline &lt;em&gt;jie&lt;/em&gt;'s wedding was held at Beaufort Hotel at Sentosa! The number of guests were not too many but the wedding had been a grand affair nonetheless. I love the garden outside the ballroom where their ceremony had taken place. To cater to the Caucasian in-laws, the dinner was mostly western and buffet style. There were many classy appetisers, great barbeque meat and seafood by the chefs on the spot, and wonderful desserts! There was creme brulee, tiramisu, passionfruit and orange yoghurt shot (which is erm...sour!), chocolate cakes, bread pudding and big pear tarts (which were sooooo good!). We did a traditional chinese &lt;em&gt;yumseng &lt;/em&gt;and a traditional western bouquet toss, I can see that effort was made to make it both traditional and westernised. There were no gimmicks nor long speeches and was a simple but beautiful wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The best part of the wedding would be the awesome photographer and the service. The photographer would take loads of candid photos which are instantly flashed on the screen (the wonders of technology!) and all his photos are lovely! The newly-wedded couple in the garden with the sunset and tall palm trees as the backdrop, a single shiny prawn made to stick out of a bed of ice, little Marc Ryan eating noodles that trailed all over the table with his hand, our big smiles when we saw Janine's spastic photo on the screen....all of these were captured wonderfully with his little gadget. Seriously, the photos taken in this single event is sufficient to make up his entire portfolio. He is very funny too, and he kept taking candid shots of us. I love the part when the couple came to our table and Pearline &lt;em&gt;jie&lt;/em&gt; made us all spontaneously do a funny face, and we all actually did one in the count of three. That photo was so spontaneous and everyone looked so happy, it made all the aunties and uncles laugh at us silly cousins. The services were good too, because they actually printed little photos for us! Very generous, and made the event a memorable one for the guests as well as the bride and groom. Hopefully, I can get my hands on the photos soon, since I only managed to get a couple printed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264050467362704850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ2qAoriDdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/j--rHsRvk60/s320/SNC00067.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Appetisers... I love the mandarin orange and duck salad. It sounds like a weird combination but it tasted really good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264050485966422786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ2qBt_AQwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/5DmZIUAk8Ds/s320/SNC00066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbequed stingray, lobsters, chicken, steak, garoupa. Seafood noodles, veggies, baked potatoes. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264050459661547986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ2qAL_budI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZD-VT_cOTpc/s320/SNC00081.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;White roses and candlelights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264067374675462786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ25YxVBCoI/AAAAAAAAARk/HCghNYnXbUI/s320/SNC00075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They love outdoor weddings! This is their victory dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264051338082155250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ2qzUXOevI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sgXoZultgHg/s320/SNC00079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The "kids" group of cousins... Lol! Yeah. I belong there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264051350421617314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ2q0CVLuqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/qmy966yXbKI/s320/SNC00053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The See family sisters. Normal on the outside....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264061653966274322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ20LyBqPxI/AAAAAAAAARU/XoE61WyylOs/s320/SNC00060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really&lt;/strong&gt; spastic on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suki sushi cum HSM3 movie cum studying outing with Maggie was on Thursday. Did I mention I loooove sushi? Well, I really really love sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264051370679511506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ2q1NzCqdI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3tgmElMEpN4/s320/SNC00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at how much I ate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264052707225554578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ2sDA0czpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Lg3yzEUFloo/s320/SNC00026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, it's a total of how much we both ate. Which is still alot! Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264052718981711186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ2sDsnVhVI/AAAAAAAAARE/5nvvzheefyE/s320/SNC00022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264052721911485042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ2sD3h2UnI/AAAAAAAAARM/DUD-mPb5ndg/s320/SNC00020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is how Maggie looks when you try to steal her sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;High School Musical 3 is a pretty good musical movie. The choreography is so much more professional this time round. Great movie for Troyella fans. Sadly, I'm not very fond of Vanessa Hudgens. Also, I thought that the storyline was a tad disappointing because the movie touched on many issues and raised many problems but was too slipshod when it came to solving all of them. After the movie was us going over to Gloria Jean's to &lt;s&gt;mug&lt;/s&gt; attempt abit of studying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264051362276504114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ2q0ufm8jI/AAAAAAAAAQk/LB190kLxjnw/s320/SNC00036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Strawberries 'n' Cream, Mixed Berries smoothie. Slurp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264051366862842418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ2q0_lE6jI/AAAAAAAAAQs/4oQkFFRtbj0/s320/SNC00033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maggie and meee! And my new &lt;strong&gt;Omnia&lt;/strong&gt;! Wahahahhaha! (I sat on a motorbike and &lt;u&gt;risked&lt;/u&gt; my life to get my Omnia okay?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264066011897769634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ24JclfrqI/AAAAAAAAARc/XYNUd8HUkSc/s320/SNC00094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Studied with Maggie at Mac's today and had our Kid's Meal again. I can't believe S04 ppl used to think it's embarrassing for us to eat them. Anyways, we got Madagascar toys! Even Mac's toys are so super high tech these days. It's motion sensored! It goes "I like to move it" whenever I shake my toy. Wahahaha. So cute! I wanna watch Madagascar2! Hope it'll wait for me till after my exams. As usual, studying sessions became a chitchat session and we were discussing totally heavy issues, ihavenoideawhy. I feel old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;JH called me today! Finally! His sis told me that his mum is going to activate his autoroaming but that toot only read his message today. Call time was only 9.36mins though. Lol! But it's good to hear from him after a week. Hope everything just goes well for the next 2 weeks and he'll be back safe and sound!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking about safe and sound, I feel mentally unsound right now. I watched about 5 or 6 totally disturbing videos during Psych tutorial and Disha and I feels super disturbed by what we saw. Those experiments and prank calls can manipulate people in such scary ways...Crap. I think I have an utterly evil side inside of me too. I donch want! =((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realise my paragraphs are random and does not flow well, I have no sense of structure or whatsoever. My spoken Chinese has a funny accent, written English is horrendous and my French is like.....Ahhhhh! What happened to language being an innate ability?! Le sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-1524514874707262721?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/1524514874707262721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=1524514874707262721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/1524514874707262721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/1524514874707262721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/11/past-few-days-had-been-totally.html' title='White roses and candlelights'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SQ2qAoriDdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/j--rHsRvk60/s72-c/SNC00067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-6361785399121118471</id><published>2008-10-19T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T07:29:58.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been attempting to do some studying with Jiaying the past couple of weeks but now she's sick so I can't go out to study with her! I need my Saturday study session with her and our dinner and yummy coffee jelly with milk tea from Koi Cafe and looong talking session at the beach! Not like I actually study much to begin with...but now, I'm seriously not studying at all! Oh noes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258846898058578402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPstZCbySeI/AAAAAAAAANs/06XSfN4w31w/s320/DSC00675.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Libraries are soooo crowded that we had to study at the children's section on the mini tables =((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258846927575789010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPstawZPLdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8iKz41kJEpY/s320/DSC00673.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our new pencil cases! Sho cute lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258846937601867218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPstbVvo_dI/AAAAAAAAAN8/nGHSOzaRWC8/s320/DSC00671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jiaying and I just looooove talking. And she obviously loves playing with my hair too. Braids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday was shopping with Maggie and JY! Wheeee! Finally! I travelled down with Disha after our useless Psych tutorial and then met up with those 2 latecomers. I'm happy with my buys but I'm still not satisfied. I still have to get formal dresses for Pearline &lt;em&gt;jie&lt;/em&gt;'s wedding! Ahhhhhh! There are about a dozen older cousins who are of marriagable age and I've got sooo many weddings to go to! I hate wearing dresses...and having to decide what to wear is such a pain. =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, we went to the Club Marc sale! Being the nice sister I am, I had to help Che exchange her pair of shoes coz they gave her the wrong size previously. I also helped my mum buy a pair of white heels (which turns out she can't wear despite the bigger size coz it's of a different cutting!) and got myself a pair of heels and a top. The heels are only at $19.90 when it used to cost $89.90! It doesn't look like $89.90 shoes though. Lol! But I'm still happy with it coz it's quite comfortable to wear for a pair of heels. Knowing me, heels are like my nemesis. But so far, I survived a night out with that pair. Maggie bought her fav kind of top and some Aladdin pants and both her and JY got underwear too. Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258853730471745842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPszmvKBmTI/AAAAAAAAAPU/7hxDnx9nUwY/s320/CIMG2179.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel like a &lt;em&gt;taitai&lt;/em&gt; with 2 large Club Marc bags. Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258854095830283778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPsz8AOSdgI/AAAAAAAAAPc/AfFDncFXvjc/s320/CIMG2182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dinner was at our all-time fav!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258854099521073954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPsz8N-PcyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_u0lBzw2Yfg/s320/CIMG2188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I looooooove the corn muffins! I know JH is gonna gag. Corn is NOT devil's spawn ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258846946051801858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPstb1OQwwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fF40IsJsNCI/s320/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mint Chocolate Bomb, Hot White Chocolate, Iced Mocha. I like the aftertaste of mint in the sweet mocha, but the ice wasn't blended really well =((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday was drinking date with Alex, Zee, Maddie, Mabel, Germaine and her bf! And JH came with me too! We kinda had a big quarrel over it but in the end, he still came with me. Thank you soo much for the effort to talk to my friends. I really appreciate it. =)) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dinner was at IndoChine at Clarke Quay. The ambience is great! But I think our seats around the table were too far apart... Jh and I had already eaten so we had dessert instead. JH wanted "romance" from the waitress! Tsktsk...but she didn't leave her number, like what Zee and I thought, after all. Hahhaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258847792008364082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPsuNEqBgDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/4F_PKYB85EA/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's his Romance Of The Kingdom. 1 single solitary glutinous rice ball, coconut flesh, gingko nuts and this scoop of really awesome black seasame ice cream that sent me straight to the stratosphere. The taste was so thick and there were bits of black seasame in it so the taste was really strong. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258847783935127602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPsuMmlNsDI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ZPNsff1Fvq4/s320/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We shared a Lemongrass Creme Brulee too. It was quite unique since the burnt sugar layer was not on the creme brulee itself but a separate crust. I like the lemongrass fragrance too.... desserts were good but abit too pricey. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258847800430586226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPsuNkCCaXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ol56doxE_7Y/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After that, we walked around and ended up at Mama's Carribean Bar for drinks. I had a Carribean Sunset cocktail. Tasted quite fruit punch-like, but alcohol taste wasn't too strong so it's still pretty good. Music there was nice pop/r&amp;amp;b music and a live band. Cool thing was, there was a guy who played the flute in there! Super cool lar! Too bad guys were around and people hardly dance in a pub so we girls couldn't be too crazy. We swayed abit while waiting in the back corner for the toilet though. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258847805468870658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPsuN2zQiAI/AAAAAAAAAO0/H-_e3kR7mRU/s320/DSC00689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hor! Somebody said he doesn't wanna drink and ended up drinking more than me! Tsktsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that was desserts at Coffee Club! Sat there and chatted over desserts till we were all stoned and too tired to continue. And did I mention that it was JH and my second round of desserts?! I gonna be a pig! Lucky I didn't have lunch that day....but all that sugars! Oh noes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258849467384537826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPsvul61IuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ZvYHMXQxOAY/s320/DSC00692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our Iced Blackberry Coffee and Chocolate Mint Cake. The coffee had yummy blackberry jelly in it! Reminds me of my all time fav from Koi Cafe. But coffee is just too bitter for me....I prefer my milk tea. Having such a sweet tooth is bad for me =((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258849461886339154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPsvuRb9SFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/XSoytJgStd8/s320/DSC00691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The chocolate banana cake just looks sooooooo good right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258849466573395586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPsvui5cFoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/IFLI5Z2Df8I/s320/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And there was a humongous gigantic gargantuan slice of mudpie. O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258847795986636642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPsuNTehH2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/6aAAX2aaWTM/s320/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Happy, sugar-overdosed people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;JH and I ended up home at about 3am? I thought I would be wide awake with the coffee but I ended up falling asleep right in the middle of the bed that he was supposed to sleep on, so poor him had to sleep on the other bed without any pillows or blanket. Oops! Then we woke up at 7+am since my sis had to use her room so we went back to my room (it was a totally innocent nap, don't think dirty, people!) and slept the whole morning away! Such piggies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, an early Happy 15th Month, JH! You'll be going to Taiwan for 3 weeks in a few days' time! I know I keep saying I'm envious coz I wanna go Taiwan too, I know this really isn't for leisure and that it's going to be tough for you out at the jungle. Take good care of yourself, ok? 3 weeks will pass soon and we'll see each other again, and army life will be a breeze for you after this last phase of ASLC training. This video's for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a1352084699fa88d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1352084699fa88d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330008987%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B83F27A3094B16F6A775EECDC6F831C8F257571.51F4012EF8BA293591ADA347640580DD8A7E2788%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1352084699fa88d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmB02pdGpqLcgr5HLv_6Aw7U0rQs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1352084699fa88d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330008987%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3B83F27A3094B16F6A775EECDC6F831C8F257571.51F4012EF8BA293591ADA347640580DD8A7E2788%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1352084699fa88d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmB02pdGpqLcgr5HLv_6Aw7U0rQs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-6361785399121118471?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a1352084699fa88d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/6361785399121118471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=6361785399121118471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/6361785399121118471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/6361785399121118471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/10/drinking-date.html' title='Drinking date!'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPstZCbySeI/AAAAAAAAANs/06XSfN4w31w/s72-c/DSC00675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-7354363758375358357</id><published>2008-10-14T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:52:44.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait for exams to be over!</title><content type='html'>The past couple of weeks had been thoroughly busy and stressful. I would like to thank all those who showed concern... Maggie and Jy, for talking to me and listening and trying to cheer me up (unlike QQ who just kept quiet in a corner), Denise's chocolate and JH's cheesecake treat... Thank you guys for eveything! Midterm tests are finally over but there's still loads of other assignments and projects due. Le sigh. I just can't wait for my exams to be over, then I can do all the stuff that I've been planning with my friends. Go shopping, sleepovers, practise our guitar/bass, making sushi, going to Taiwan... December hols please come quickly! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My one week study break had been spent mostly struggling to do some studying...and I managed to squeeze in a day of pure slackness and fun. Planned all week to go to the beach with Maggie for our suntan! Much to our disappointment, it rained all morning. SPF 50+ my toot, there wasn't even any sun... So to make full use of our $2 entry fee, we decided to camwhore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257036431804348770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPS-yCD8OWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/m4bq4bU1t40/s320/CIMG1983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vintage setting at ToastBox!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257036433881809330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPS-yJzPwbI/AAAAAAAAAME/TIERACd5gww/s320/CIMG1986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yummy breakfast early in the morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257036436665306866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPS-yUK4jvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2Wv8w5_QtOQ/s320/CIMG1999.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The scenery is sooo pretty. Like we're in Bintan or something... I wish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257036447488105138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPS-y8fPWrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/WxFbs6VeZBY/s320/CIMG2006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My arty-farty photography skills =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257036452307201458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPS-zOcM7bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ad1e1rDCe7Y/s320/CIMG2031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Whee! There's like an island behind me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257037108019692898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPS_ZZKPhWI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zr-TFD1vbxs/s320/CIMG2034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All our jumping caused the tree to topple =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257037110617929842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPS_Zi1teHI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zW-jgDfumYE/s320/CIMG2036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Camwhoring is best done in the toilets!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that was travelling back and meeting up with QQ for our singing session. Maybe it's the smoke, or the fact that we haven't been to that usual place for such a long time, the 3 of us were like, super duper high! We sang in chipmunk voices (even QQ! Zomg!) and did silly backup singing and screaming....dinner was at 85 market with Jy as well. Ordered mine and Jy's usual favs - barbequed stingray with rice, and chicken wings. Yumyum! Then they came over to my place to chat and rot and slack around and laugh at stupid videos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Hari Raya holiday was also spent with Maggie, Jy and QQ. We had a sleepover at my place! Watched some TV and talked all evening and finally, watch Lust.Caution...the uncut version! Ahhhhhh! We're practically watching porn lar. But we're like shielding our eyes during those evil scenes anyway. Lol! I think it was really bold for a Chinese film, and a little too slow-paced for me. But I guess I'm just not arty-farty enough to truly appreciate the film.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Maggie and I also did our first ushering job at Singapore Indoor Stadium and our first event was A*Mei's concert! The experience was not as bad as I thought it would be and we could really enjoy most parts of the concert anyway. But poor Maggie was assigned ticket collecting so she can't exactly sit and watch the concert like I did. All I can say is that it was really entertaining to watch, and A*Mei is seriously such a good performer. I had an urge to call QQ halfway to let him listen to her live and make him jealous. Lol! Hope our other events would be enjoyable as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257037122226686498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPS_aOFdCiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/M-BZqG7jBrI/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's us in our uniforms. So usherlike. Ick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Maggie, Jy and I met up to study on Friday and ended up going to 日本村again! Our sushi crave will never ever be satisfied...it's like a vicious cycle! As quoted from Maggie who quoted from me, &lt;em&gt;"Emy: Sushi is the love of my life~ (poor jh.. Haha)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257043234811898386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPTE-BPVahI/AAAAAAAAANU/YlrOJLg5rSo/s320/2008_1010grad_day0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at the amount of sushi! I'm hungry again =((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257043240261527442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPTE-VioJ5I/AAAAAAAAANc/eZI8-nGDQBs/s320/2008_1010grad_day0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Maggie couldn't resist the fried food and still ate them, disregarding all her previous protest about how she's been sick for 3 weeks. Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257043240912744978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPTE-X948hI/AAAAAAAAANk/qomawTKRw6I/s320/2008_1010grad_day0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sushi Lovers! I'm wondering why the 3 of us hardly take our pics together...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257043227768159506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPTE9m_-fRI/AAAAAAAAANE/wcyn-oVTsp8/s320/Eagle_eye_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After an extremely filling dinner, we went to watch Eagle Eye. Wasn't too keen on the movie at first but it turned out really good. I really felt fear for the characters...The plot was quite elaborate and nicely planned out though some parts (or loopholes) puzzles me a little. Everything was just so clever (though some parts seemed a little too far-fetched) and some parts were really touching. I think Shia Labeouf looked so much better in Transformers, but he's still charming in his role though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257043230211795586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPTE9wGlaoI/AAAAAAAAANM/mFXgCl7PdbM/s320/080515a1up4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Movie marathon! I finally got to watch Painted Skin on Sunday with JH. Apparently, an old version of this adaptation from the Tales of LiaoZhai had really scared people to death so they stopped screening it. This version, however, focused more on the love between all the characters instead. Really nice and touching movie. I think the movie was a little too short though. Zhaowei is just so beautiful, even when she becomes a demon. I think her love is the greatest amongst the other characters and I really feel for her and the oppression and pain she had to go through just makes me pity her. Thank goodness things still turned out well for her...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257037111926581330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPS_Zntt6FI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2GmH7yt1yHI/s320/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A random pic of my yummy Fererro Rondnoir. Yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;More updates when I find the time...if people even reads this... I always feel the urge to blog but it just gets procrastinated each time due to all the school work. Who said university life is slack? Sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-7354363758375358357?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/7354363758375358357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=7354363758375358357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/7354363758375358357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/7354363758375358357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/10/past-couple-of-weeks-had-been.html' title='I can&apos;t wait for exams to be over!'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SPS-yCD8OWI/AAAAAAAAAL8/m4bq4bU1t40/s72-c/CIMG1983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-2488347349961656473</id><published>2008-09-27T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:27:45.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess week...not!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I haven't been updating my blog for a long, long time. No excuses, I'm just being a lazy bum. Ladeedum. The past couple of weeks had been quite eventful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First was Joan's farewell dinner. We had dinner at MOF and the combination of people that came was, well, quite weird. Hahaha. There was Maggie and I, then Joan, Emily, Samantha, Denise and ChewPing, then Niko, HQ, Dean and Jeff. Yirui and Ise came later after dinner for a short while too. It had been quite fun catching up with each other and food was yummy too. I love their sushi. Interesting, yummy ones you can't find elsewhere. Niko the pig ate an entire plate of sushi himself plus his own bento, while Maggie, me, Dean and Jeff shared another plate. We also shared dessert! Yumyum. After dinner was abit of camwhoring and then we headed home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250746102804937730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SN5lwsd0fAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ki8CCUtYtV0/s320/ramen" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;Tantan&lt;/em&gt; ramen. Yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250746102447221858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SN5lwrIiLGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/2wF5eL7dOE8/s320/karage+sushi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karage&lt;/em&gt; sushi. An all-time fav!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250746102384737698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SN5lwq5ovaI/AAAAAAAAALE/989ie067-qI/s320/dessert" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dessert was good. Green tea ice cream with bits of red bean in it. With cornflakes, jelly in some sweet thingy, fruits and wafer, topped with vanilla cream stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250747817362965186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SN5nUfsTwsI/AAAAAAAAALM/zCmJlCWTnlY/s320/dean,niko,jeff" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Erm...what's with Niko's face?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250747815011656850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SN5nUW7tpJI/AAAAAAAAALU/ip64sknQmfY/s320/maggie+and+me" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maggie and mee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250747814384742850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SN5nUUmPscI/AAAAAAAAALc/MDddMp1U2a8/s320/joan%27s+farewell" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bon voyage, Joan! May everything go well with you and your studies. Be a successful lawyer and gimme a discount in future ok? I have loads of people I wanna sue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next was Jefferson's birthday! Maggie and I shopped the entire day for his pressies...racked our brains for them. He better be touched! Bought him a cap which we tried non-stop to make sure we chose the nicest one. Hahah. Got him a &lt;em&gt;blingbling&lt;/em&gt; bracelet, a cake and this cute &lt;em&gt;pigu&lt;/em&gt; notebook cum card since he's my &lt;em&gt;pigu&lt;/em&gt;. Wahahaha! Ate dinner at the steamboat place again! No thanks to Maggie. Le sigh. After a very filling dinner, Maggie, JY, Pigu, QQ and I went over to KFC and sat there to chat till we had to leave for our last train. So nice to just sit and chat randomly...I wish we can do this often...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250751775174330178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SN5q63sEh0I/AAAAAAAAALk/R3JE3BoqTNk/s320/colourful+dress" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We did our own shopping too! Ugly colourful dress which I won't be caught dead wearing. Turns out....quite interesting. Hahah. For a retro themed party I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250751776107746866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SN5q67KnVjI/AAAAAAAAALs/tOnaKEX1O6s/s320/colourful+tie" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Wore the scarf/belt as a tie. Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250751776358171954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SN5q68GUhTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IzUv9wVQCGU/s320/pigu%27s+bday" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ze birthday pigu!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Upon reaching home, JY smsed me to go online and we ended up chatting over a video call and played around with our webcams and soft toys till 4am!! Tired~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zzz...my laptop batt is dying. Shall update the rest in future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-2488347349961656473?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/2488347349961656473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=2488347349961656473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/2488347349961656473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/2488347349961656473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/09/recess-weeknot.html' title='Recess week...not!'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SN5lwsd0fAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ki8CCUtYtV0/s72-c/ramen' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-970007932321302698</id><published>2008-09-07T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:21:26.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenneth and Mae Shaan's wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met up with Maggie on Friday after tuition for lunch. Jy overslept! That piggy. Anyways, she missed out on good food. We went to try out the food at Kartini Indonesian Restaurant. The food was not bad but a little pricey and it wasn't as spicy as I thought it would have been. After that was shopping again, which I obviously didn't get anything again. Hahahah! Wasted our whole afternoon walking around and doing nothing. Ended the day with our Scoopz ice cream (Rum&amp;amp;Raisin, and Green Tea. Yum!) and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243293067145571938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPrQ7B67mI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zLohEhT5Bmw/s320/ice+cream" border="0" /&gt;Who needs weight gainers when you can have ice cream? Ironically, I don't want to gain weight...(Zzz. Unglam pic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday was my cousin Mae Shaan and Kenneth's wedding at Shangri-La Hotel. First of all, I wanna say a big congratulations to the newly-wedded couple. You two are so made for each other and I hope there'll be new additions to the family soon. 5 babies aren't enough for the 50 people in our family to play with and fuss over. More nephews/nieces please. Lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243284383063612354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPjXcTcG8I/AAAAAAAAAJU/YAOwnV5K5vk/s320/DSC00634.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;All ready for the wedding dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Their wedding had been a total fantasy and a perfect affair which I know they'll both remember and reminisce about for many years to come. The groom is really humourous and charismatic and the bride is simply gorgeous. The hotel supervisor was thoughtful and the poor waitresses who were unfortunate enough to serve our table had great service. I loved the live jazz band and the idea of a dancefloor, food was good, which is fortunate JH didn't come along coz half of the 7 or 8 course meal was seafood....everything was just perfect (except that the dessert was too sweet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243284373496351314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPjW4qbSlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VlISXlZma3k/s320/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The beautiful function room where we had our cocktails before dinner. I love the chandelier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243284378625506082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPjXLxT-yI/AAAAAAAAAJM/PvzX7wZRAvc/s320/DSC00609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Nachos, assorted nuts, coke and roses!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the exquisite doorgifts too. It was either a glass coaster which you can put your photo in, or a heart-shaped tea infuser where you can put your tea leaves into the little heart locket and stir it into a mug of hot water. The plates were very pretty too (except we can't exactly eat on them) and I love the hotel toilets. The photo montage of the couple and how they met at law school was so cute, their video of the church wedding was so sweet and artistically done, and the surprise song done by the groom with his best man's guitar accompaniment was heartwarming (and it's a good thing he can sing too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243284388084447650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPjXvAf-aI/AAAAAAAAAJc/DIZlirUfaKY/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The exquisite doorgifts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243284385769917874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPjXmYrDbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/4KoDR-0hKdU/s320/DSC00919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Daddy's girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243287583928147266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPmRwdA3UI/AAAAAAAAAJs/488y8GRHVxs/s320/mummy+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and the world's greatest mum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243287585313049874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPmR1nMzRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XDPsHlqAWgo/s320/che+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;World's most annoying sister but I love her all the same =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their individual speeches were also rather entertaining. Hahaha. Kenneth kept insulting his new wife...he thanked Uncle Thomas and Auntie Angie for willingly giving up their daughter that morning (a little too willingly) and thanked Mae Yan for helping to pack Mae Shaan jie's stuff from her home to his home (and seemed a little too happy to do so), and then he thanked his ex-gf (the most recent one that is. Lol! That part kinda caught us off-guard) for being so kind, generous etc (and he said how he would go on but he couldn't read her handwriting. Lol!). Despite him cracking all these jokes, he still said this line which is all that matters, and that is &lt;em&gt;"Marry not someone who you can live with, but someone whom you cannot live without." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that just convinced all 750 of us of his love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243287588921011218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPmSDDZ7BI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/XSWB0rpRNTc/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The underaged drinkers. I think those 2 had more wine than any of us legal drinkers at the table. Tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243287595478350866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPmSbey_BI/AAAAAAAAAKM/x70Al2omcLw/s320/DSC00624.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I looooove the toilet doors...but I couldn't get a snapshot of it coz the cleaner auntie was around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243287593224426514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPmSTFa1BI/AAAAAAAAAKE/jLLnhuAPj-8/s320/DSC00607.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I know she loves the toilet too, despite her saying my love for it is crazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, yesterday's dinner made me realise how mature everyone has become and that our family is indeed extremely big. We saw this actress who is quite old and usually performs at &lt;em&gt;getais&lt;/em&gt; apparently and it turns out that she is Uncle Thomas' niece! Zomg! She's around my mum's age and yet, in the same generation as us. Ohmytian! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243290947240474114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPpVhxKNgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/qVtlSWVlTg4/s320/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt; The black tights gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the kids have matured, my grandfather has certainly aged. Alot. I think he looked very &lt;em&gt;shuai&lt;/em&gt; yesterday but it pains us to see that he can't even recognise us now. Dementia has made us feel so distant from him since he's living in the past. I'm still the same HuiZi but his impression is the one in Primary School, or Kindergarten. I remembered how he used to be very proud of me and my sister and how he always slips a couple of 10 dollar bills into our report cards whenever we show him our results. I remembered how my mum always say that we're the only grandchildren (out of like, 24) that he has ever carried. I remembered how my family had to endure having fishballs for dinner every night for consecutive weeks because I loved them and my grandfather would get them for me. I love him and I want him back in his healthy state, playing mahjong with my mum and the other aunties again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was playing pool with JH again! Score was 6-2. Well, sorta. To be honest, it was actually 7-1 since during the last game, my cue ball sorta rolled in when I pocketed the 8 ball. But anyways, I came really close to winning several times! And then my aiming sucks after a while. Sigh. After some walking around and restocking up of his junk food (I think he's preparing rations for war), we headed back to my place. Slacked around for awhile and played abit more online pool and went out for dinner with my mum and sis. As usual, mummy ordered ALOT of food and I just shoved everything to JH to finish. Lol! The day ends which spells "sianness" for me since tomorrow is a Monday and I have to go back to school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243290953955173778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPpV6yEZZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2RB-FzcYtlU/s320/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ze proster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243290955825946146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPpWBwGHiI/AAAAAAAAAKk/DGTYJ_Nvf7E/s320/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Bad JH doesn't eat his peas. Tsktsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-970007932321302698?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/970007932321302698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=970007932321302698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/970007932321302698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/970007932321302698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/09/kenneth-and-mae-shaans-wedding.html' title='Kenneth and Mae Shaan&apos;s wedding!'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SMPrQ7B67mI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zLohEhT5Bmw/s72-c/ice+cream' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-1575346971602063569</id><published>2008-09-04T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T09:02:51.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J'ai le cafard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J'ai le cafard! &lt;/em&gt;A new term I learnt in French class today. It means I've got the blues....except that cafard means cockroach?! Hahahah. I have no idea why. Maybe the French feels depressed when they see roaches around?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French is really confusing me. Numbers alone are killing me. It's kinda like Math where 70 is 60+10 and 80 is 4x20, and 90 is 4x20+10?! Learning all the grammar stuff is driving me crazy. All the &lt;em&gt;"un, une, des, d', le, la, les, l', de la, du, au, aux" &lt;/em&gt;and whatnot which mean basically the same thing but used in different context. Zomg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my other modules are stressing me out. True, SEA and English has got really really entertaining lectures and the lecturers are funny, Psch and Socio are interesting modules (we had to ask each other pervvy questions during tutorial today 0_o) but...not for an exam! Lack of proper lecture notes and only thick textbooks and course packs of articles to read...guess how much I've done? Yep. Zero. Nada. Zilch. 零. In French, zéro. I've really, really got to get started but I just can't psycho myself enough to do it. I'm done with watching my 50-episodes of Legend of the Condor Heroes 08 and I've got no more excuses to procrastinate. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I absolutely detest people who just keeps going "excuse me. excuse me. tsk!" to you when you want to give way to them but you are waiting for another bunch of people to pass first. Like hello! There are other people who are alighting you know? Can't you like see for yourself? I'm sorry the bloody train/bus is so bloody crowded and I'm sorry I'm made of solid and can't be compressed, and I'm sorry I can't do a Nightcrawler and teleport myself to another empty spot. But can't you just wait for a couple of secs while others pass? Not push me and make the entire stream of people stop and wait for you to alight first, and then turn around and glare at me?! Stupid &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; female member of the dog family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about dogs, there was this extremely cute Papillion puppy at Trevor's block today. I was looking at it as I walked towards the block coz it was sooo cute then it stared back at me and started wagging its tail. When I was nearer, it walked to me and sniffed at my feet. So I started stroking it although the owner was sitting there, watching =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past week had happy moments too! Monday was my weekly meeting with Maggie during our dreadful 3 hours break (and mine, 6). This time, Maggie didn't have classes but still came to accompany me. Merci, dearest! Hahahah. Happy now? We went to City Hall and had &lt;em&gt;Kenny Roger's&lt;/em&gt;! Yum! Haven't had our favourite quarter chicken and corn muffin for a loooong time. Then during conversation, I asked if she has had anything else from there other than the quarter chicken and then she says "&lt;em&gt;half chicken&lt;/em&gt;". Wow. Sounds so much yummier than my quarter chicken...Then we met up with Jiaying and she said she felt like having &lt;em&gt;Kenny Roger's&lt;/em&gt;. Ooops! What coincidence. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242165380910273762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SL_po8cB1OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iZvTm-dxS6s/s320/kenny+rogers" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chicken, corn muffin, corn nibblets (hahaha. JH will puke), potato salad, italian green beans thingamajig, macaroni and cheese and a glass of grape soda. Big feast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242165389625764626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SL_ppc59qxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/E4Lul4PwU0A/s320/maggie!+at+pizza+hut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maggie at Pizza Hut with her spaghetti and spicy chicken drumlets! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242165384134690114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SL_ppIcyhUI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Qsy01XXM184/s320/me!+pizza+hut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mushroom soup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we went shopping for awhile and all we got was Maggie's "that thing". Zomg! You flashed me and the poor salesgirl! Sigh. Each time we have loads of time for shopping, we'll end up with nothing. When we didn't intentionally wanna do any shopping, we'll end up buying alot. Why??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I haven't been getting any mails from SIS...what about you, Maggie? I think we really can't go for the Avril Lavigne concert already...it's this Sunday! What a pity, since it'll be such a nice concert to be at. And zomg! Andy Lau is coming this Dec! I can already imagine Maggie serenading me with the oldies...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wednesday was steamboat with Maggie and JY at Bugis, another of our regular hangouts. Lol! The uncle was saying how he hasn't seen us for a long time.... Found out some really shocking news which really shocked me. (I've got limited vocab.) All I can say is, I hope everything will turn out well, whatever that comes in future...to each his own anyway. Nonetheless, dinner that day was wonderful. Good food, great company, and loads of laughter and talk. We laughed so hard that Maggie said her baby was going to come out... Tsktsk. Jy and Maggie bullied me into peeling all their prawns again =(( I demand for tips in future. After our extremely long and noisy dinner, the 2 naughty ah-lians still didn't wanna go home so we ended up at KFC drinking hot milo and chatting even more, till it was time for my last train. I can't wait for JY's exams to be over and for us to meet up more often like that. Then again, we're going for lunch tomorrow. Lol! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242165395998806338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SL_pp0pakUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PHDhagNDm2k/s320/steamboat" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is like barely one-tenth of what we ate. Such piggies. -shakes head sadly-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242165393701228098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SL_ppsFoTkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2L2P1wJFBKY/s320/milo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty cups from KFC!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And to end my entry, here is a video I watched during my French class. Double Je/Jeu by Christophe Willem. Rather disturbing video but his voice is like...oh.my.tian. When he opened his mouth to sing, I thought he was just mouthing the words to the song by another singer. Nevertheless, c'est une bonne chanson. This is a really good song, and he has a really interesting voice. Enjoy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bl49hbnWV2I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bl49hbnWV2I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S The Muttons are like so super funny. Pardon me for the randomness. I'm listening to their show now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-1575346971602063569?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/1575346971602063569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=1575346971602063569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/1575346971602063569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/1575346971602063569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/09/jai-le-cafard.html' title='J&apos;ai le cafard!'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SL_po8cB1OI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iZvTm-dxS6s/s72-c/kenny+rogers' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-6360287670158503399</id><published>2008-08-31T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T06:40:37.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi Addict</title><content type='html'>Woah. I haven't blogged for like....an entire month? Each time I thought to myself that I wanna blog about this or wanna talk about that, it'll slip my mind off completely when I finally get to use my beloved com at night. Evenings are my only time of rest and escape from the harsh reality. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is overall okay but I hate it. Seriously, I've never detested school this much because school in the past is where you actually learn something and know what you have to know, be with your friends, and make new friends. Life in university is just....sucky. I travel 2 hours to school everyday just for the heck of it. True, I'm damn lucky to get all my desired modules - Psychology, Sociology, Southeast Asia studies, English and French but I have not an inkling as to what I'm supposed to learn, or how I'm supposed to do my assignments and study for the exams, which are a couple of months away. My days are just spent feeling lost and alone, end school late in the evening, or just head off for tuition lessons with my students if I end early. Lots of assignments coming up which I have no idea what to do, stuff that happens and my "friends" don't bother telling me about, and my mum's health is possibly in danger...everything just depresses me. I just hope things turn for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, tomorrow's Teachers' Day! None of my teachers actually read my blog (or at least I hope so) but I would still like to express my heartfelt thanks to all of them, from Primary school to JC. They are the ones who allowed me to be who I am now and I'm grateful to all the lessons, help and opportunities they've given me. Mrs Poh actually gave me a red packet on Thursday for teachers' day....now I feel really bad about it. She's like the sweetest lady ever, always extremely hospitable and grateful for my efforts to teach her son despite me getting paid for it. Trevor says I might even be teaching his sister next year! Lol! If I am, I think I'll offer to help Trevor at the same time for free....I think I should be able to handle Sec 1 work eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was spent at Singapore Indoor Stadium for training. 7 &lt;s&gt;freaking&lt;/s&gt; hours of training! Anyways, I'm just really glad both Maggie and I got the job when it looks like many others failed to. I just hope we get to work during the awesome shows and not meet any difficult patrons. And I do hope that the shows will be at suitable timings so I can still have time off for outings and band practise. Speaking of which, we did recordings during our recent one but Maggie hasn't sent me all the videos. But the one I heard was not very good though. I think we sounded better the first time =X Maybe it's because QQ changed the guitar tone or maybe coz I tampered with the amp knobs. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a stupid Psych tutorial right smack in the middle of the day at 2-4pm, ruining my day of rest. Thank goodness it's only on alternate weeks. After that was rushing down to Suntec where &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I had sushi! Yumyum! Sadly, the place were so packed with students who had early release from teachers' day celebrations and we had to sit outside where we couldn't get food from the conveyor belt and neither could we order food from the computer. We ended up with slow service and an unsatisfactory meal. We craved for our sushi so much that we went to eat Sakae buffet again today, Sunday! Hahaha. Sushi twice over the 3 days. Tsktsk. We're such sushi addicts. After that was abit of shopping where we bought a new shirt for Beauty, a cup of Fuji apple jelly each and strawberry tartlets. Went back to my place and spent the rest of the afternoon watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet Dave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on dvd. The show was soooo funny, we laughed like &lt;em&gt;siao&lt;/em&gt;. Eddie Murphy is just such an expressive and charming comedien, who isn't afraid to act silly. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240670078837433138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SLqZq6IfozI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YtB1-X6QvAg/s320/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Su-shi, glorious su-shi! Yumyumyumyum! (think Cookie monster)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240670070172287490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SLqZqZ2kAgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WMm4lrASu8A/s320/DSC00569.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The sushi monsters! And my pretty, diabetes-inducing, swirly lolly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRKV8Jh5IgQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sRKV8Jh5IgQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why - Nicole Nordeman&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know it isn't Easter and this is totally random but listening to this song (and watching the video) makes me sad. Especially when I'm currently depressed. Sunday nights are the most depressing times for me because it's Monday soon. Then again, perhaps life is always unfair and depressing but God will make a way, like in the case of Jesus. I dunno. I can only hope. I'm not even Christian/Catholic but this song just really touches me. =((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-6360287670158503399?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/6360287670158503399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=6360287670158503399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/6360287670158503399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/6360287670158503399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/08/sushi-addict.html' title='Sushi Addict'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SLqZq6IfozI/AAAAAAAAAIU/YtB1-X6QvAg/s72-c/DSC00571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-6605631903898876190</id><published>2008-08-04T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:55:38.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage angst</title><content type='html'>Alex and I waited early in the morning at 7 in the Mrt station only to find out that Sy was still sleeping. I felt damn sian having to travel all the way to the West, and I was wearing inappropriate attire so I said I didn't feel like going. Alex says &lt;em&gt;"go lor, up to you"&lt;/em&gt; and had no intention of wanting me to stay and so, I left. Next, Sy smses me to scold me and asked &lt;em&gt;"why you ps Alex?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless times previously, she didn't turn up for our outings and that's not ps-ing. Me travelling all the way here then felt damn sian and travelled all the way back for nothing, and I get scolded. She was the one who woke up late while I at least made the effort to drag myself out of bed, and I'm the one who got scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous night, we had some really nice talk with each other and the 3 of us shared some extremely personal stuff, and all of a sudden, Sy asked &lt;em&gt;"would you rather be called selfish or unreasonable?"&lt;/em&gt; in a sarcastic attempt to bring up the past event. Both of them had said they rather be unreasonable, and since Alex sides Sy as well, I have nothing to say. I was never given a chance to explain my side of the story and even if I was, judgements of me were already made and prejudices already etched in their minds. And now she brought up the time I ps-ed her to meet Jh. Truth was, we were travelling home with our OG and I told her I going separately coz I have to meet him first. I was isolating myself, not her. Then I realised there was no other East people so I said I'll travel with her but she refused. She said she didn't mind and now she brought it up to scold me about "ps-ing" all the time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next she says I took so long to return her LOTR vcds. Thing is, we didn't have the opportunity to meet up previously and when we did, I forgot about it. So when she mentioned it ytd, I brought it today to return and guess what? She said and I quote, &lt;em&gt;"And please, my lotr you borrow how long le. Not say it's 1kg heavy. And if i didn't mention it ytd, you also won't be thinking of returning. No need to return, just keep it. I lost it for at least 2 years"&lt;/em&gt;. Guess what? I'm not only selfish, I'm now a thief too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewis was called a liar, a cheater, all for nothing and he's upset and she would go scold Justin for saying all that, when they were 8 year-olds who cannot think sensibly. I don't understand why she being an 18 year-old with supposed mature thoughts can say such hurtful things and ironically call others selfish. I mentioned that she calling me selfish was something unfair and hurtful especially when I never had the chance to explain myself and she said &lt;em&gt;"I just mentioned it in the passing, you want to be sensitive, so be it."&lt;/em&gt; And then she says, &lt;em&gt;"Your other friends more important to you what. We are just the type you no one to stick to that's why you come".&lt;/em&gt;  (This is totally random and uncalled for...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. So you just mentioned me being selfish in the passing arh? You just say I always ps you all in the passing arh? Oh. I nearly took these hurtful words for real. Silly me. Me being a superficial friend is also a passing remark? I guess that past 7 to 11years of friendship meant absolutely nothing to you. The times we hung out and played and talked and laughed was me being there coz I didn't have other friends. The times we shared family problems and lent each other a listening ear, giving each other advices and consoling each other was me sticking my noses into other people's businesses. Us sharing personal stuff and opinions last night was just me trying to dig up your dirty little secrets and inner thoughts, so I can blackmail you guys in future. Mwa-ha-ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you just can't put yourself in my shoes and just &lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt; for yourself how hurtful and unnecessary the words were. And that you may not be right all the time. But no, that is something you'll never see, and never admit to. You seriously blamed me for everything possible today. Condemn me for global warming and terrorism, won't you? You said I can just save my messages for my "darling" and yep, I'm not going to reply anymore. Not because I'm saving messages but because I know that no matter what I say, nothing will get into your head. Maybe only the negative parts, but you'll never register what I truly want to say. You'll forever think you're right and I'm wrong, wrong, wrong and should be condemned for my utter selfishness, for stealing vcds and for my fake, insincere friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how strong 7 years of friendship is to undergo another fight like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always thought these were best friends. Opps. It's wishful thinking on my part.&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/695748772709340446-6605631903898876190?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/6605631903898876190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=6605631903898876190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/6605631903898876190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/6605631903898876190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/08/teenage-angst.html' title='Teenage angst'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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-695748772709340446.post-2087969176180673164</id><published>2008-07-29T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:20:35.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School is starting. Ohmytian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 1st Year Anniversary!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; that is. 28th July was our official 1st year together so we celebrated on Sun, 27th. I absolutely hate the fights and everything, but I'm still glad I met up with you and had enjoyed the day with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gave him a little notebook which was both a card and favour coupons (which is so silly and stupid but he liked it, who cares? Hahahah!), made a lemon cheesecake (which tasted too lemony. To think i had to grate the lemon zest and squeeze the lemon like siao for more juice) and did it till 1am trying to decorate it nicely, and bought him his Puma cap, which I think is v nice...I want it for myself! Lol! Puma stuff are pretty~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228452897028933570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SI8yNVRFh8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/aEFYhK6Gdqg/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me great pains to place the chocolate rice grain by grain to form the words kay??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;In return, I got a pretty bouquet of red roses (there was supposedly blue and black...that's like, so cool), and a printed cushion..and the photo is printed directly on the thread and not an iron-on, which made it really pretty. And &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; who previously kept insisting that he had no time to get me stuff and will get me Sispec stuff instead, really got me a twig from the jungle!! Sweet thing was, he washed and dried it and carved &lt;em&gt;"JH ♥ Emy"&lt;/em&gt; on it. (I must not let him read this or he'll gloat) Anyways, (if you do read this) thanks for everything! I love them all, even the twig!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228452908114345634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SI8yN-kDfqI/AAAAAAAAAHU/T-1Svpzy56s/s320/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My pressies!! &lt;3!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thursday had been my medical check-up at NUS...and I'm like damn scared. I'm dying!! Anyone wants to inherit anything, just leave a tag. I know there isn't much, but you guys might still want something in memory of me =(( Anyways, a BIG fat thank you to Maggie Mee for going with me...and accompanying me through the ordeal of a long train ride to the West (aka the Dark Side). But then again, I've been to SIM with you sooo many times too! I'm such a good friend, ain't I? Heehee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that was going to Bugis for shopping! Didn't mean to do any serious shopping but we ended with quite a fruitful trip. Lol! We got our long awaited leather cuffs! Punk eh, Maggie? I thought it was quite a good price too...or maybe it's because places like 77th street are overpriced. And I also bought my haversack! Woot! A totally unexpected buy because I've always wanted a black leather/cloth kind, but bought a patent one. But it was also at a much cheaper price so I'm quite happy with the buy. Next up would be a quest for my sneakers and Maggie's dunks. =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We debated over Ajisen and Billy Bomber's for lunch and ended up at Crystal Jade (again!) for our all-time fav, &lt;em&gt;Zha Jiang Mian &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Xiao Long Bao&lt;/em&gt;! This time we also tried &lt;em&gt;Beijing Shui Jiao&lt;/em&gt; which is officially an addition to our all-time favs. Lol! The meat filling is really good, better than the &lt;em&gt;XLB&lt;/em&gt;'s but &lt;em&gt;XLB&lt;/em&gt; has got a nicer....skin? O_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228452920651804834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SI8yOtRN8KI/AAAAAAAAAHc/EjSUAGwZ1ek/s320/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A must try! The noodles look so pretty in this pic. Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228452933090791074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SI8yPbm5zqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KxGsw9e9crI/s320/DSC00523.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;XLB&lt;/em&gt;s! It tastes much better than it looks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went for my last tuition lesson with Trevor after that before my school starts...have to really arrange my timetable and manage my schedule well to fit Trevor and Jiajun in...plus ushering with Maggie at the Singapore Indoor Stadium if we do get the job, plus CCA if I do join. Thinking of joining pool!!! That is like super-cool since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just thrashed me recently again... But I need company! Any NUSian (do they call themselves that??) interested?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228452962429653602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SI8yRI51UmI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m6XFIhLiy6M/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Random pic of Trevor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The past days had been going down to NUS for registration and talks with Alex, SY and Denise. I'm glad I had Alex and SY for company during the long journey...I would just DIE if I had nobody but the morning sleepy crowd for company during such long, long quests to The Dark Side. Ohmytian! School starts (unofficially) already, seeing as we go there nearly everyday. Especially Thursday onwards when OWeek starts. Le Sigh. Call me a lazy bum, or an uncontented soul but my 7 months break seems too short all of a sudden. I have mixed feelings about school...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways, meeting up with Alex and SY had been really fun. We tried out Kuishin-bo's buffet on Monday for dinner. There was snow crabs! And loads of good food and good sushi. SY loves their salmon (sashimi and/or grilled), Alex loves their tempura...I thought their teppanyaki was good too. Dessert had loads of cake and tarts and eclairs and donuts and traditional Jap stuff and even a small chocolate fountain! They also had like occassional "surprises" for the diners whenever they played their "Bombombom. Kuishin-bo. 123. We love Kuishin-bo" themesong. I find it hilarious, and watching the kiasu Singaporeans dash for the "surprises"...no wonder their gimmicks sell. We each paid 40+ after that though. =(( After we ate, we stayed there to digest and played abit of Daidee and Bridge too...then we started playing our version of "Truth or Truth". Played more "Would you rather" on the train back too, and laughed alot. Haven't had such talks with these guys for such a long time. It was a really nice night together!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And now, for some much overdued photos. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eyes Cold Lemonade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;people =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228453587410553586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SI8y1hI5CvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Sn1m9hf9b9c/s320/eyes+cold+lemonade+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maggie and I threatened QQ and forced eyeliner on him. Wahahahhaa! Daughter and son bullying their mum. Tsktsk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228453596734939682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SI8y2D3_4iI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FFYdA0ktyXc/s320/eyes+cold+lemonade+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Introducing...Maggie, vocalist/guitar. Me, bass. QQ, lead guitarist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228453617363008770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SI8y3QuHPQI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KIa9bmvda80/s320/eyes+cold+lemonade+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;They're coming over to my place for more "jamming" tomorrow again! Hope to play something good. Whee! We look so act cool in the pics...when we were actually laughing like mad while taking them. What a crazy bunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-2087969176180673164?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/2087969176180673164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=2087969176180673164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/2087969176180673164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/2087969176180673164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/07/school-is-starting-ohmytian.html' title='School is starting. Ohmytian!'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SI8yNVRFh8I/AAAAAAAAAHM/aEFYhK6Gdqg/s72-c/DSC00530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-3156066135704288249</id><published>2008-07-21T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T02:36:39.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays with Morrie Maggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't been updating since the previous emo post so I decided to update before my blog dies again. The emo issue is sorta resolved but I'm still emo. Meeting up with Alex and SY previously had not made me feel any closer to them. Not because we still quarrelled - we had forgotten to mention that incident altogether and I love my friends for the fact that our friendship stands no matter what - but due to a reason I myself do not know...things have simply changed. I guess camp and boys are just not my all-time favourite topics. Maybe it'll get better when we start school, if we are even starting school together. Moving on from the emo phase, the past 3 weeks had been pretty eventful so perhaps I shall just update randomly.&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;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Warning : extremely long post ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Loads of my Tuesdays have been spent with Maggie so I shall just post pictures instead of details. Maybe one day when I'm old and dying, I'll realise that my Tuesdays have been valuable life lessons and write a book called "&lt;em&gt;Tuesdays with &lt;s&gt;Morrie&lt;/s&gt; Maggie".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225740314510011266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWPIP7Oq4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/oT98LFVtPh4/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The meal JY, Maggie and I shared at Astons'. 3 different main courses with 6 different sides and a shared glass of grape soda. This is heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225740311744349586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWPIFn2BZI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cRRqbSMM-nk/s320/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After our session of singing, Maggie proceeded to opening the door to leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225740321753789378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWPIq6R88I/AAAAAAAAAE0/CSaJL47IYv4/s320/DSC00484.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And we discovered that we're stuck! Room with an open window - good or bad, I don't know. People looking in like we're monkeys in the zoo but on the bright side, we managed to get our next door neighbours for help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225741216755587234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWP8xDVmKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vAmIAxdRDuw/s320/steamboat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was another night when we wanted to try out the food at Indulgz. Upon reaching, 3 of us suddenly felt like pigging out so we strode right past Indulgz into our usual steamboat buffet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225741217004722946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWP8x-vGwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/r2hGOcJZY5Y/s320/steamboat2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;All ready for a feast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last friday night was late night movie date with my ex-colleagues. There was Caifeng, Siti, Asri, Zhiyi, Jeremy, SK, Andy, Parry and 2 other people I don't know...I haven't seen them in such a long time! I remembered how I used to be a "freshie" over there...and now I'm "alumni", a stranger to the new "freshies". Hahahah! How time flies! This was our first outing since I left in late May... We used to do this all the time when I was working there and we non-pm shift people would always work OT so we can wait for the pm shift people to end work and head off to Plaza Sing together. CF, Eugene and I would always shop for honey stars to snack during the show. Lol! Anyways, this time Asri actually joined us! I'm shocked! It must be because I was coming as well. Wahahaha! And he said my hair is nice! Lalalala~ Although all I did was dye it red and it's now faded to a different shade of brown =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie that night was &lt;em&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt; which is such an awesome choice! Thankfully it's not horror because Huihui wasn't there to scream with me this time. Screaming alone would be totally embarrassing. Instead, I had Siti next to me who kept going on about how hot &lt;s&gt;Michael Caine&lt;/s&gt; Christian Bale was... I, on the other hand, was paying more attention to Heath Ledger. I was surprised he acted in this since I knew he died of drug overdose a loooong time ago. Apparently this would be his last work...I guess editting of this show took a really long time. Zhiyi said he took more drugs during the filming of this movie to get into his role, but others said it's due to depression. I don't know....I just thought that it is such a pity. I loved him in &lt;em&gt;10 things I hate about you&lt;/em&gt; and I think the Joker is such an interesting character, he would have played it well without the drugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Note: Spoiler ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally loved the movie despite it being a little too lengthy. It is not like your typical superhero movie. I thought that this was more realistic and the focus was not solely on Batman and his super-cool gadgets, but on the civillians, the circumstances and threat, the fear and desperation. It showed how superheroes have times of weaknesses as well. This made the movie a rather depressing one because it made me feel so helpless. Heath Ledger had played the Joker really, really well. He was so disturbing, so psychotic and soooo manipulative. The way he played with people's minds and relished in the victory of seeing fear in people's faces... I think the best part of his acting would be the scene where he skipped out of the hospital in a nurse outfit. Everyone thought he was hilarious in his outfit and wig, and the way he played with the detonator, but I thought that just accentuated his psycho-ness. &lt;em&gt;Le sigh! &lt;/em&gt;I wish he can be resurrected... &lt;em&gt;"Why so serious?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also loved the part near the end where the ferry of prison inmates and ferry of innocent civillians were made to kill each other. It was either detonating the others' bomb or get killed themselves. It is everyone's first instincts to save themselves and that's what the Joker thought as well. I almost cried during the part when 1 of the prisoners approached the army people on board, told him he can tell the rest that he took the detonator by force, and promptly threw it out of the window. &lt;em&gt;"Give it to me and I will do what you should have done 10 minutes ago"&lt;/em&gt;. On the civillians side, it was also touching that they ultimately didn't do it, althought majority voted yes and they thought the prisoners deserved to die since they robbed others of their own lives. When the Joker's plan had failed him, Batman told him that not everyone is as ugly as him...which is what sets humans apart from other creatures. The humane side of us can be so heartwarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symbolism of Harvey Dent getting half his face burnt was also very meaningful. It was when he started becoming two-faced, both literally and metaphorically. (Goodness! I'm getting a tad too influenced by my Lit classes) I thought that the make-up was really gruesome and realistic too. Only thing is that I don't think a man burnt like that would be able to move or talk much, much less drink alcohol and seek revenge! Batman's uber-cool gadgets are also uber-cool and his Lamborghini is&lt;em&gt; ohmytian!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;End of spoiler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie only ended at 2am so by the time I reached home, it was nearly 3am! Thankfully, Jeremy drove that day so he gave Zhiyi and I a ride home. Hurray for drivers living in the East! And I like his car-van-thingamajig too! There's this metal grille separating the back and the front seats, music blasting at the front with pretty lights and a sofa bed at the back where I almost wanted to fall asleep on...not the usual cool, sleek car but I thought it was very cozy. I want a car like that! Except it's too boyish and I can't drive. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about driving, congrats to&lt;strong&gt; Maggie&lt;/strong&gt; for passing her driving test! Considering that she is always so blur, I'm afraid she'll confuse the accelerator with the brake, I'm really proud of her for passing on her first try! Yay! Maggie Y.M.Q, I hereby promote you to become my brother-cum-chauffeur! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was busy, busy, busy. Met up with Denise, Zee, Maddie and Jas at Starbucks for a dose of caffeine and some catching up before submitting our Orientation forms and met up with Adlin (the first since she got back from Aus this time!) and Alex. We then went for our Sec 4/7 outing together. There was Jolie, Steph, Van (nae the perv), Lavinia, Grace, Rachel and Hazel. We all then &lt;em&gt;da-bao-ed&lt;/em&gt; food (Carl's Jr is yummy!!!! Sinful. Humongous portion. But yummy.) to the Sky Garden at Suntec and picnic-ed there. The grass patch was full of flies so we sat on the cement ground instead, and Jolie kept insisting on taking a pic on the grass patch afterwards. Being the crazy bunch we are, we talked and laughed alot as usual, and end up in need of therapy because Jolie flashed us. There's this pic of her trying to act seductive too and she actually put her hands over her boobs.... wait till I get my hands on that photo. Camwhored alot before going down to watch this symphony band performance by a school from New Zealand. They're like awesome...the music sounded like it came from a CD! And guys younger than us on a violin solo? The SACians are willing to turn paedo. (Joking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225745123182994978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWTgJoNZiI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fBDWXEiprPM/s320/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nice, quiet place (apart from us noisy bunch)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225745126646077250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWTgWh310I/AAAAAAAAAGM/7MM4kiu1aDg/s320/DSC00502.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jolie, being spastic as usual and insisted on playing Traffic Light (which isn't even a game!) and &lt;em&gt;ToogiToogi &lt;/em&gt;which is a crazy game with us crazy people &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225767492223068482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWn2My9aUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/3UvzWovuZTs/s320/jump_shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adlin cheated and didn't even jump! Pfft. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225767487798927458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWn18UKYGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/4U2a0VZq_8M/s320/47_sky_garden_outing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our group shot after the picnic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was meeting up with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(there, your name in pink again)&lt;/span&gt;, Isebelle, Yiwei, Siying, Fenglin, and our dearest seniors Weitian, Zuwei, Zhiyuan, Darren and Eugene for dinner at New York New York. Food was good, company was good, and free cotton candy was better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225745825361933986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWUJBcttqI/AAAAAAAAAGc/W7YTpbXwTxg/s320/DSC00504.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Fooooood, glorious food! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225745130669091730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWTglhCK5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/bniGQ3FpR_g/s320/DSC00503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My chicken chop was good =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225745832242789170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWUJbFPOzI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BRIFoAKNado/s320/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ise loooves her cotton candy too, huh? (Why the grimace?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And here are some other random pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225740325699574994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWPI5nB3NI/AAAAAAAAAE8/X1wOlcOlbLY/s320/DSC00486.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here's Beauty, who looks so confused when I was playing with her and the big carton box =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225740331106607778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWPJNwKoqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/JIKCtGIOUmk/s320/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She attacked me with her big, wet nose! =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225741222965594290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWP9IL6yLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u9SnNLNxHD0/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I got cheated by the arcade and was upset so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decided to treat me on a ride on the Ferris Wheel&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Wahahhaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225745110152711330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWTfZFjDKI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MFdQR5FAHbY/s320/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We couldn't afford a ride on The Flyer so here's the budget version. Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225745113887943138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWTfnAGKeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/IRMh65rgZ5Q/s320/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Us on our budget ride!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225741227567630114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWP9ZVIRyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-o6I6Ou2Phk/s320/DSC00494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty wall painting at &lt;em&gt;Gelare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225741231491845730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWP9n8vDmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HGTxGFQonjI/s320/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doesn't this waffle with ice cream and whipped cream and fruits with a drizzle of maple syrup just tempts you?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225745837587907538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWUJu_nQ9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/9ePtZ7T9v8Y/s320/DSC02142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty broccoli arranged by me! And cooked by me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225745837235415090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWUJtrkqDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QHgEu6cDPZU/s320/DSC02143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carbonara with linguine, ham, mushroom and sausages. Prepared solely by me! All &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; did was cut the ingredients =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-3156066135704288249?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/3156066135704288249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=3156066135704288249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/3156066135704288249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/3156066135704288249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/07/tuesdays-with-morrie-maggie.html' title='Tuesdays with &lt;s&gt;Morrie&lt;/s&gt; Maggie'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SIWPIP7Oq4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/oT98LFVtPh4/s72-c/DSC00482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-7249172858533907180</id><published>2008-07-01T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:46:46.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling lost and emo-ish. Le Sigh.</title><content type='html'>I have realised that I've been starting my blog entries with "&lt;em&gt;First of all"&lt;/em&gt;s (for the past 3 entries in fact) so I have decided &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; to do so for this entry. Perhaps I'm not that good with my language as some of you guys may think. I have a very &lt;s&gt;expansive&lt;/s&gt; limited vocabulary and inadequate writing abilities. I suddenly fear having to go to FASS where I'll be in the bottom tier of the social hierarchy (not unlike the &lt;em&gt;Untouchables &lt;/em&gt;in the Caste system) due to my inability to write or speak eloquently, where everyone else there have an undying love for English literature and/or Shakespeare. Perhaps I'm in the wrong faculty, in the wrong place. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly feeling emo because I've had a fight with SY just recently. Previously, I had no qualms with applying for FASS simply because I've got my "best friends" with me. Best friends whom I had wanted to stay with in a small rented apartment, whom I would share my bed and closet with. Now, I haven't been talking to SY much, and neither Alex. Why, I do not know. Perhaps Alex has heard SY's side of the story and has decided to ignore my sms, or perhaps she's far too busy to reply. Writing this makes me sound like some deranged teenager but seriously, I feel quite upset now. In fact, I'm more of pissed off with SY rather than sorry I quarrelled with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was sms SY one fine day coz I thought I should start making arrangements for my NUS medical checkup. And this is how our conversation went...(Words in Italic are my own comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey! You wanna go medical checkup with me on my day, since ours are only 1 day apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SY&lt;/strong&gt;: I have driving theory test on the 15th (&lt;em&gt;which is my scheduled day for the checkup&lt;/em&gt;). So can only go on my own day on 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SY&lt;/strong&gt;: It's at 2 plus. You come on my day lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: We can go before your test. Or after? What time does it end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SY&lt;/strong&gt;: Pls la. Who knows how long it lasts. Later i late for test how. Plus i also wanna revise. After my test go there they closing le. Why can't you come on 16th? You got nothing on what. (&lt;em&gt;Why the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; she suddenly became so angry, I do not know.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: What makes you think I got nothing on that day? &lt;em&gt;(Which is true, coz I've got tuition with Trevor then). &lt;/em&gt;Thing is, if you come on my day and they don't allow, you can go next day on your actual checkup day. If I go on your day and they don't allow, I won't be able to go on my actual day. Forget it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;read&lt;/strong&gt; her reply. She says, and I quote.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SY&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks ar. Like that you just want someone to &lt;em&gt;pei&lt;/em&gt; you what. If you got something on you'll say it like from the start. Stop being so selfish can..(&lt;em&gt;wtf?!) &lt;/em&gt;You only think of you missing your day but not of me wasting my time if they dun allow right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: I said &lt;strong&gt;if &lt;/strong&gt;they don't allow what. If they don't allow, you can go on the next day.&lt;strong&gt; If&lt;/strong&gt; they don't allow us to go on a diff day, what can I do? Change your surname arh? (&lt;em&gt;Our checkup days are scheduled based on our names alphabetically)&lt;/em&gt; You're the unreasonable one calling me selfish for nothing (&lt;em&gt;absolutely nothing, seriously)&lt;/em&gt; and throwing your temper. Did I even step on your toes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218055787740184242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGpCF65svrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/n2ofbOBvdzI/s320/emo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our conversation ends there. I admit my tone and choice of words had been harsh but she started flaring up first. I was so super mad and hurt that she called me selfish, that I sent her that before I could reconsider my words. But you know what? I know no matter how I explain in my reply, she'll still think she's damn right. Hers is such a personality so headstrong, she'll never realise she's the selfish one ironically. She's selfish for not even wanting to do something for a friend, to accompany her friend (especially since she'll be doing her checkup as well, unless they don't allow her going a day early), and selfish for calling me selfish and not considering my feelings. I'm not going to sound like some emotional lesbian getting hurt over insensitive comments. I know we've been best friends for life and will probably get over this the next time we meet (I hope at least) but right now, I'm just &lt;s&gt;freaking&lt;/s&gt; upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other upsetting stuff going on in my life is that I quarelled with my sister again (which isn't something new) and since my parents are off to Thailand, I'm stuck with her. The walls are much better company because we're both not talking to each other either. Only difference is that when she does talk to me, she's soooo rude. Also, Michael's facing family probs and may be staying in HK for good, and talking to him about it is making me depressed as well. But anyways, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Niko and Michael! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(The font's gray coz I'm emo-ing right now. Using a bright, happy colour would ruin my theme for this entry.)&lt;/span&gt; Now I'm potentially short of another friend in NUS (I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; saying I'm no longer friends with SY though). Sigh. &lt;em&gt;Why is life such a pain in the butt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218055786787429394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGpCF3Wi3BI/AAAAAAAAAEU/4nfJPRV1eWM/s320/emo_cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts, Emy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday had been barbeque with the Interact Exco and junior Exco so it had been fun catching up with them, except we hardly talked to the juniors. Meeting up with the seniors in the new future so I hope it'll be a better outing. It was also a happy day cos &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JH &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(there your name in pink again) treated me to Swenson's cos it was our 11th month anniversary. Black pepper seafood pasta and banana split sundae (choc peanut buttercup, thin mint and strawberry scoops) = yummy. Thank you loads for the treat! Tomorrow would be outing with JY and Maggie after tuition with Trevor and I can't wait to meet them. Probably going to sing then to Astons' for dinner...and that'll be loads of cheering up (although they're unaware of my emo-ness) =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to rant so I shall end my entry here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May tomorrow be a better day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218055790953899954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGpCGG36J7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/v6kofE5zG6k/s320/Emo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S&lt;/strong&gt; I think my blog entries are dry without pictures, so to fit with today's &lt;em&gt;emo &lt;/em&gt;theme, I have chosen to insert random emo pics throughout the entry. When I &lt;em&gt;Googled &lt;/em&gt;for emo images, I somehow found lots of emo gay pics. Now &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;is disturbing. Perhaps this opens up another topic for me to write about... i.e homosexualism? Then I wouldn't just be blogging about my everyday life and brush up on my writing skills by discussing actual topics. Maybe that would make me controversial and I may become a blogger, and not just someone who blogs. Now that's a hilarious thought, especially with my inadequate writing skills. I crack myself up sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.P.S&lt;/strong&gt; This entry solely acts as an outlet for my frustration and the entry today had been extremely personal, and was written during an angsty-teenager phase so I don't want it to affect or upset anybody. These inner (and somewhat negative) thoughts of my friendship with Alex and SY were &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; written in an objective condition and I assure you, my other inner thoughts of them are very, very positive. I know they do not read my blog (or hardly anyways), so guys, please please, I beg of you, &lt;strong&gt;do not &lt;/strong&gt;blab the contents to either of them because I do not want this to jeopardise our friendship. Thank-you-very-much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-7249172858533907180?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/7249172858533907180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=7249172858533907180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/7249172858533907180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/7249172858533907180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-lost-and-emo-ish-le-sigh.html' title='Feeling lost and emo-ish. Le Sigh.'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGpCF65svrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/n2ofbOBvdzI/s72-c/emo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-5971168981849470076</id><published>2008-06-25T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T08:50:18.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Cold Lemonade~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;* Update - more pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First of all, Adlin's back!!! At long last! So the SAC mafia people met up at the airport and had a late lunch together before Adlin's flight arrived. Meeting up with Alex, Zee and Denise had been really, really fun. We discussed (and spent half our time laughing) our plans to set up our holy school where we secure all our students a place in heaven. But being the crazy future-nuns we are, with Denise being Mother Superior (with the &lt;s&gt;cross&lt;/s&gt; crotch stitch), I foresee our students crying for mercy and parents suing us for child abuse and violation of human rights (think baths from the pond at Tekong when Denise parts it like Moses and the Red Sea, wine from water coolers and bread as the only staple..alright, maybe fish as well). Then again, we'll have all the support from Vatican City. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished lunch and dessert (and laughing) at about 4.30pm or so when Adlin's flight was scheduled to land at 4.15pm, so we happily thought we had plenty of time since she still has to collect her luggage. And then we checked out that big-screen-that-shows-all-flights-info-thingy and found out her plane already landed at 3.28pm!! That's like an &lt;em&gt;eff&lt;/em&gt;-ing 45 mins early! And without any means of communication, we had to leave the airport without her. To cut the long story short, we ended up on a road trip around half the island and finally settled at Mind's Cafe at Dhoby Ghaut. Played Ugly Dolls (Ugly, ugly, ugly!), Saboteur and Taboo and had plenty of fun. Laughed alot especially during the Taboo game since I had the misfortune to pair up with Alex. This is an idea of how our game went, when Alex was describing and I had to guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex:&lt;/strong&gt; Something that guys have... -points something down there-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emy: &lt;/strong&gt;....P****? 0_o (erm..i don't do porn here, but I guessed &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;part of the body...I mean, SHE said something guys have and did that funny action)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alex:&lt;/strong&gt; -starts laughing manically-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a couple more tries (and thanks to my smartness), I guessed the word correctly. The answer was six-pack. Wtheck! But anyways, all my questions had to be those sort...things like breast implants and wonderbra etc. Why me? Why does it have to be me who gets all these embarrassing words? Rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215849380456632674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGJrYHQPEWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/x9zSozLGJS4/s320/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My lunch at Popeyes with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(who requested for his name to be in pink cos he's "special")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215849374176586322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGJrXv29KlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xOyjjezVzag/s320/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My dessert at Swenson's with the Mafia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215849369446232306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGJrXePJsPI/AAAAAAAAACs/oKQLT554Q1k/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the middle of a game of Taboo...I wonder what word Denise was trying to describe. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!! I finally got my very first bass and amps! It's black and white and I'm naming it Quincy after Jason Foxtrot's pet iguana. I looove Quincy! Wahahaha! Maggie and I met up and ended up being &lt;em&gt;taitais&lt;/em&gt; and had afternoon tea at Gelare while waiting for QQ. We shared a glass of ice lemon tea and super yummy blueberry cheesecake and a fruitti sundae. Seriously, the sundae is one of the best I've had - ice cream with blueberry and strawberry sauce (wasn't artificially sweet and had bits of berries in it) topped with fresh strawberries and canned peaches, whipped cream and chocolate. Yum! We slacked on the cushy red sofa amidst the busy mall and relished in passers-by's envious glares. Wahahaha! Serves QQ right for being late too! We finally bought our new stuff after QQ came and lugged mine and QQ's new guitars and amps back to my place (we took cab actually) and set up everything and started looking for songs to play. By the time we're done, it was pretty late so we went to 85 market to eat and returned home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215848661660522210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGJquRh41uI/AAAAAAAAACc/_9we_mSvzws/s320/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My new red hair! Which isn't obvious in this pic... Lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215848666180467890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGJquiXhvLI/AAAAAAAAACk/HR6EhEyAqZY/s320/CIMG1207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The yummy yummy yums! (Ok...I have a limited vocab)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met up on Monday again and started our very first practise! It was fun playing around and hanging out. Maggie was playing her guitar like a &lt;em&gt;pipa&lt;/em&gt; while QQ was playing Indian porn music on his...and we kept laughing like mad everytime we went out of tune. But anyways, we did a recording of our first attempt on Hoobastank's The Reason (well, it's overplayed but it's one of the easiest songs to do) starring Beauty the schnauzer! I know we sound bad...like really bad but it's a first! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My 538th attempt to upload the video here has failed. So I shall just give up...or wait till the com techie comes back from his camp and offers help. Or maybe blogger just doesn't want me to spoil your eardrums.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was swimming at Maggie's followed by a trip to the library then jamming at my place and dinner in town with the class people. Ate at MOF, some Jap restaurant whose food is pretty okay, but the spoon provided for the bento is like, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tiny. &lt;/span&gt;Played a round of bowling and I won! Wahahaha! Partially due to the fact that the bowling thingy is screwed up...but we all had fun cheering for each other and screaming like crazy like we played really pro but in fact, we screamed whenever someone had finally knocked his/her first pin down. Lol! Cam-whored abit after that...Okay, maybe quite alot after all...but mostly of YR and Ise (those ultimate camwhores. Tsktsk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217325953603608498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGeqT-34H7I/AAAAAAAAADc/U4fkR4gQMyc/s320/mof%26bowling1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I accidentally sprinkled water on the mirror after washing my hands, that's why Maggie's image looks wet =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217325952523690082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGeqT62Z4GI/AAAAAAAAADU/wWkJkMvMbcs/s320/mof%26bowling2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Toilets are the nicest place to camwhore at (provided it's not crowded). My hair don't look red enough! =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217325956486379842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGeqUJnLuUI/AAAAAAAAADk/BJzQrnJrGrg/s320/mof%26bowling3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WhooHoo! Me and the bowling ball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217325958792836946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGeqUSNFd1I/AAAAAAAAADs/E8VgyYPbnJg/s320/mof%26bowling4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ball-goes-straight-into-the-&lt;em&gt;longkang&lt;/em&gt; people. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217939981350125442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGnYxGeuv4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/gv0DtGh7dQY/s320/mof%26bowling7" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls and the balls! Wahahah. The only sorta-guy around is taking the pic for us (i.e Niko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217327641186766034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGer2NnDjNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5xr3mxuxJtI/s320/mof%26bowling6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Niko's pose looks like he's imitating Mocca. &lt;em&gt;Groove Nation's over there!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was also swimming early in the morning (and boy, do I mean early) at Maggie's followed by grocery shopping and then to my place to cook lunch for us and Jiaying. Maggie and I cooked pasta, mushroom and sausage omelette and boiled broccoli with salad cream. While I was dealing with the veggies, Maggie was in-charge of cutting the food and knowing her utter love for sausages, I warned her not to cut the whole packet of 10 &lt;s&gt;freaking&lt;/s&gt; sausages and guess what happened? She did the very thing I told her not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215850196239745442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGJsHmSFgaI/AAAAAAAAADE/qIWIfLVYTmk/s320/DSC00472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this is what you get for gluttony. This can feed a small African village I tell you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215850200449850482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGJsH192nHI/AAAAAAAAADM/eaXCAtkvB8k/s320/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmytian! JiaYing the &lt;em&gt;taitai &lt;/em&gt;volunteered to do the dishes. What a historical moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-5971168981849470076?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/5971168981849470076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=5971168981849470076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/5971168981849470076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/5971168981849470076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/06/eyes-cold-lemonade.html' title='Eyes Cold Lemonade~'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SGJrYHQPEWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/x9zSozLGJS4/s72-c/DSC00460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-8471867637076318761</id><published>2008-06-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:32:42.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red is Love!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I finally figured out (okay...with some help) why my previous attempts to change my blogskin didn't work. Long story and lots of confusion....but it's finally changed! Pretty, pretty blogskin right? I know I'm making all the readers of this blog go hungry...I'm so evil. Wahahaha! The strawberries look soooo tempting...Ahhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was Aviva Open 2008 finals! This year, I missed out on line judging, which is such a pity. But I went to watch the finals again along with Maggie, Jiaying and Niko! We managed to get the tickets at student price...and the guy didn't even asked to check my IC! Am I that childish-looking? Rah! Sadly, there weren't many favourite players competing this year, partially due to the upcoming Olympic Games. There was no Caiyun+Fu Haifeng - the ultimate pair. I remember Jy and I supporting them last year and it was a really, really good game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite that, this year's badminton open is pretty entertaining to watch too, in another sense. The mixed doubles finalists were from Indonesia and England. There were many, many Indonesia supporters amidst the spectators at first, especially since they were the world rank 1st for mixed doubles. However after the 1st set, England put up a really good fight and won the respect of many when they won the first set. I really admired Kellogg from the England team as well as she was really much better than I expected. Then her attitude turned really horrible when they were losing their third set. And this subsequently led to her getting a yellow card and then a red card, and many &lt;em&gt;boos&lt;/em&gt; from the spectators. Such a disappointment that she had such bad sportsmanship. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The men's singles was the match of the day especially when it was Indonesia's Simon versus Malaysia's Lee Choong Wei! It was very exciting during the first set and LCW is indeed an elite player (world rank 2nd!) with his accurate attacks at the corners. Really impressive! Second set was really total ownage when LCW was leading by 15-0. Though the 4 of us were supporting LCW (even Niko that Indonesian...bloodtraitor!) cheered like mad when Simon finally scored his first point. So happy for him &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;. Lol! But the score was still 21-4...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlight of the day for me was (ironically) not the game but the fact that Peter Gade was sitting at the players' stand, watching the game. It was &lt;strong&gt;the &lt;/strong&gt;Peter Gade!!! And best of all? We got him to autograph and take pictures with us!!! -melts with excitement-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212865466844132194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SFfRhe0lM2I/AAAAAAAAACM/7awf-YbwczE/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Aviva Open ticket...with his signature! =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212865482778085378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SFfRiaLiCAI/AAAAAAAAACU/lXCT72Hh_HE/s320/0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omg!!!&lt;/em&gt; It's Peter Gade! Ahhhhhh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were like super shy when we went up to him...and that's why I look so stiff and ruined the whole photo. Lol! This is like even closer than when we line-judged for the players! Lol! Sadly, there were no Tan Chun Seang (who is super young and yet put up a great fight against Peter Gade, I'm so proud of him) and Wong Choon Hann to watch =(( Aviva Open 2009, here I come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today was makeover day! Jy and I went to the saloon near my place for a haircut. I dyed my hair red while she permed her hair. Wahahaha! Big change! I'm scared the colour won't suit me but Jy thinks red is cool though...so the result? Hahahha. I'll see people's reaction tomorrow before I give the verdict if I'm happy with my hair. After that was pigging out at 85 market again. We ate barbeque stingray and chicken wings. Yum!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tomorrow would be lunch with JH then meeting Maggie and QQ to go look for our electric guitars...I might be getting my very first bass! So exciting! Hope we'll have a fruitful trip. =)))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-8471867637076318761?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/8471867637076318761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=8471867637076318761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/8471867637076318761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/8471867637076318761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/06/red-is-love.html' title='Red is Love!'/><author><name>Emilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06722808371451073938</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/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SFfRhe0lM2I/AAAAAAAAACM/7awf-YbwczE/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-695748772709340446.post-1941062449773920614</id><published>2008-06-06T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:14:02.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post ever! (Well, sorta)</title><content type='html'>First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SURPRISE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You guys must be thinking "&lt;em&gt;At looooong last. Finally she blogs again". &lt;/em&gt;Lol! I think it has nearly been an entire year since I've blogged. Well, it's been 11 months and 5 days to be exact =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some really, really pretty blogskins that I wanted to use but blogger just seems to hate me and it refuses to work for me. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot has happened over the past year. That is an understatement. Hence, there'll be &lt;strong&gt;loads&lt;/strong&gt; to blog about...but I shall be merciful and spare you guys all the nitty-gritty, boring details of my boring life. Haha. I shall just update randomly =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what's new...I'm finally done with the dreaded A's and have received my dreaded results. Anyway, I got into NUS FASS and I heard many other SACians would be going there as well. So see you guys there! Also, I'm finally done with my 6 months (and 1 week extended) contract with Starhub and am currently jobless again...till I start my first tutoring assignment next week that is. I still miss my colleagues... so here's some reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208709720133916210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SEkN5L601jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f49d5hURFRY/s200/DSC01923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a preview of stuff I used to do when I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210825126196444930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SFCR2BmefwI/AAAAAAAAACE/ba9ooinryhQ/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Transfer of ownership of my seat! Hahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208709724428883522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SEkN5b601kI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fWi7XtBlreA/s200/1_340452751l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'll miss crapping with this guys at the back of the office. I'm sorry for nearly making Caifeng flash and making Asri infertile by accidentally shooting rubber bands at his *ahem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll miss my other colleagues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208709724428883538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SEkN5b601lI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uYfZOxGZqBw/s200/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Huiqi and her obesession with strawberry milk tea thanks to my influence =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208709728723850850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SEkN5r601mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/q550GOhRSTU/s200/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Juraimee, whose all time favourite hobby is to bully me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208709733018818162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SEkN57601nI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vnFB-t3l1E8/s200/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And these other guys whom I won't miss since they'll be haunting me at NUS. AHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Except for one extra at NTU. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After my work has officially ended, I've been &lt;strong&gt;trying &lt;/strong&gt;to make my free time useful and tried to make it as productive as possible. Went out with Maggie to eat at &lt;em&gt;Gelare&lt;/em&gt; on half-price-waffle day and being the little greedy pigs we are, we shared one single solitary waffle with &lt;strong&gt;four&lt;/strong&gt; large scoops of ice cream! We were eating waffle with ice cream rather than ice cream with waffle. Wahahaha! Indulgence~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208718718090401522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SEkWE7601vI/AAAAAAAAABs/7tetQW3bWig/s320/DSC00409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There's soy chocolate obsession, macademia nut, rum and raisin and my new favourite - banana walnut! YUMMY!!! Doesn't it just sound and look tempting?! JY! Look at what you missed out on! Lol! Can we go there next tues again? Hahahah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that was shopping at Daiso for random stuff and I took a long time deciding on which scented essential oil i should get. When I finally decided on the Sakura scent one, I changed my mind about getting any. =X And for dinner, we went to eat sushi! Wanted to be adventurous so we decided to get a bottle of sake. We tried the one with the least alcohol content though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208718722385368834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SEkWFL601wI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xu-ufXMhjDk/s320/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was not bad but I think we're going to try some hot sake the next time. Hahahaha. It's such a pretty bottle though, and I took it home. It's still sitting on my desk since I have not found any use for it yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Staying at home also made me wanna learn new things so I went online, did some research and decided to try out this non bake recipe for &lt;strong&gt;oreo cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt;!! It was fun beating the mixture and making the cake. Then I made Maggie my guinea pig when I went over to her place in the evening for a swim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208718713795434210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SEkWEr601uI/AAAAAAAAABk/KheOKMbrnaY/s320/DSC00408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My first attempt at &lt;strong&gt;oreo cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt;! Not bad, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think it was relatively successful for a first attempt. Except that it was a little too salty and the biscuit base wasn't yummy enough. Hahaha. So I worked on it and did it a second time! Drumrolls....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208718726680336146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SEkWFb601xI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EOF3x9EcQv4/s320/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My masterpiece *applause&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It looks pretty right?! Admit it! Wahahaha! My family thinks the taste is an improvement and this time I took great pains to decorate it nicely. JH is going to try my masterpiece on Saturday. I hope it doesn't spoil by then. Wahahahah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yesterday was watching &lt;em&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/em&gt; with Alex. The movie is pretty good and I personally think that the clothes they wear are pretty ugly but they look so super nice in them. Sarah Jessica Parker is just so beautiful... After that, I went back to TPJC to meet up with Yiwei, Si Ying, Fenglin and Ise since the juniors were having their Interact Camp. Chat and laughed non-stop and kept getting scolded by Mark =X We went through the route for the nightwalk after that...though it wasn't the actual thing, we felt creeped out just hearing what they were going to do. They even dripped fake (but realistic looking) blood and scribbled on the toilet walls with the words "&lt;em&gt;P.S I love you" (&lt;/em&gt;which looks really scary&lt;em&gt;)...&lt;/em&gt;and even soaked their hands in ice just to make their hands feel cold when they grab the juniors to scare them. Too bad we had to leave then and couldn't help scare the juniors. What a pity...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208718709500466898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Xmb06yJxVU/SEkWEb601tI/AAAAAAAAABc/Ymy8APU4VzE/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Happy Birthday to us! We celebrated all our birthdays together during the chalet seeing as we hardly get to spend our actual brithdays together. Sigh. This pic was from a &lt;em&gt;looong time ago.&lt;/em&gt; Hope we'll have our mafia outing soon...especially after Adlin &lt;em&gt;dah-ling&lt;/em&gt; comes back! Zee and Maddie, send me pics aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. I shall end my extremely long and boring entry here. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/695748772709340446-1941062449773920614?l=naivete-emy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/1941062449773920614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=695748772709340446&amp;postID=1941062449773920614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/1941062449773920614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/695748772709340446/posts/default/1941062449773920614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naivete-emy.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-post-ever-well-sorta.html' title='My first post ever! 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