<?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-15848685</id><updated>2012-02-17T08:33:27.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's stay up all night, drinking and dreaming of the past.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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>312</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-5634679673430109753</id><published>2011-03-04T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:07:40.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally writing something here after so long! Work has been really tiring, but I can say, I'm really learning a lot. My first article was published in The Star in Malaysia. :D I thought they would do mad editing, but it was practically printed like original. Of course, I'm really proud of myself, considering I have zero experience in PR, and I wrote that article in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really forgotten what I wrote, until I saw the article today. I'm like wow, did I really wrote that? I guess I was lucky I had inspiration that day. You know, it feels totally awesome seeing something you written published on the papers. I always enjoyed writing secretly, especially in my old book of poems. HAHHAS. There was a period of time, I was crazy over writing poems. No one has ever read it of course, except me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing to me has always been very private, and I feel embarrassed showing it to anyone. After seeing the small accomplishment today, I realised I really miss writing. &amp;amp; no doubt a small fear in me seeps in; perhaps a little regret of not doing mass comm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was choosing what course I should take when I was 16, my mum was encouraging me to take up Mass Comm cause I did well for my english subjects. However, I was extremely reluctant, since I heard it was extremely saturated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, there's no time for any doubts. I'm glad my boss trusted me so much to give me this opportunity and I managed to deliver. I will just keep working harder. One day, somehow, I will make my mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Will be heading to KL next week for a short trip. :) Dad's paying my air ticket, and I'm not sure about the accomodation though. All I know is that my mum and aunt is discussing and planning it. Can't wait to head over there to chill and relax over the weekend! Of course, the icing on the cake would be if the boy is with me, but we all know that can't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna enjoy our time together over the weekend and totally relax (plus add some work on the side). :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-5634679673430109753?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/5634679673430109753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=5634679673430109753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5634679673430109753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5634679673430109753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2011/03/finally-writing-something-here-after-so.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8859475391008673557</id><published>2010-10-07T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:51:52.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leaving sooooon!!! Last minute packing again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8859475391008673557?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8859475391008673557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8859475391008673557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8859475391008673557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8859475391008673557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/10/leaving-sooooon-last-minute-packing.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-4699077741862763738</id><published>2010-09-25T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:16:08.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to use my Moleskin after abandoning it for awhile. I was planning my schedule for the whole of October and I must say it's the busiest one I had! Before and after the trip, it's all filled with events and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed some money to Euros and Pounds, &amp;amp; I'm going broke. I was trying to spend really little, but after calculation of everything, I worked out my sums and predict that I am going to spend around 5K for the trip. T.T So much pls. It's like an extravagant expenditure for me considering I'm a poor soul. Oh wells, might as well enjoy cause it's probably gonna be the last one for awhile until the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had duck rice and crab for dinner. Nais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-4699077741862763738?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/4699077741862763738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=4699077741862763738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4699077741862763738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4699077741862763738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/09/decided-to-use-my-moleskin-after.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-1620798204876406931</id><published>2010-09-21T00:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:20:51.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried my best. I waved the partial white flag, but I guess this whole friendship is not important to you. Maybe I'm not that important afterall. But I get it, I rather I get the hint from you now. I mean, you rather salvage things between other people than me, so I guess that's just it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always defended you, but the only time I didn't, it's like I did something wrong, when I honestly felt I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let it go.', that's what people tell me. But I didn't until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no matter what, I only wish you well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-1620798204876406931?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/1620798204876406931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=1620798204876406931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/1620798204876406931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/1620798204876406931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6994266050507074171</id><published>2010-09-16T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:20:38.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched 'Devil' today &amp;amp; it's really good. The movie is 80 mins long, and it's full of suspense and excitment for those 80 mins. Definitely one of Shyamalan's better movie. Avatar pretty much sucked with the poor acting and script, but Devil is definitely a great creepy but meaningful movie. I read on imdb.com that it's part of the chronicles, so I'm definitely interested in seeing the others when it came out. But it definitely scared me a few times. I must have said 'omg, omg' like countless times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's making me so tired. Just 3 weeks into my job and I'm drowning. I'm definitely learning a lot, but there's like no end to everything. Madness. &amp;amp; there's no end to it. Hope I'm alive by the end of everything. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6994266050507074171?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6994266050507074171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6994266050507074171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6994266050507074171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6994266050507074171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/09/watched-devil-today-its-really-good.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-3401224789537212250</id><published>2010-09-16T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T11:15:25.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea</title><content type='html'>Met up with the boy so I can go to Ikea to get some stuff. Namely. a weighing machine. I'm more conscious about my weight now, especially now that I'm working. I know how easy it is to pile those Kgs, &amp;amp; that is certainly not part of my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, while I'm there, I bought a 3- tier stand which is originally used for cakes. Bought that to hold all my accessories instead. Huge success I must say! Even my dad said that it's very nice. All it cost was $19.90. Cheap right? I also bought a cup which was only 90 cents, and my weighing scale was just only over $5. SO AWESOME. I Love Cheap Stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, anyone who enters my room, immediately step onto my weighing scale. Hahahhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, this weekend will be spent remodeling my room. Not in a drastic manner, but more of re-assigning where my things should be held.  The only problem I still have that 3 box full of clothes which I don't know what to do with them. Sell them on E-bay? But there are some are so cheap, posting it to people would kinda be a waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I really need to figure out what to do with them. It is making such a mess in my room. &amp;amp; it's really such a waste to throw them away as they are either in good condition, or have never be worn before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-3401224789537212250?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/3401224789537212250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=3401224789537212250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/3401224789537212250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/3401224789537212250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/09/ikea.html' title='Ikea'/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8572670672721669250</id><published>2010-09-14T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T02:34:12.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference</title><content type='html'>Looking at where I am now, compared to beginning of the year, I would say it's a whole new experience. Isn't it awesome in a way? There were certainly a lot of ups, and A LOT of downs, but I'm glad that things are certainly pulling through in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting you wasn't something that was planned on. There's so much reasons explaining why our lives would not intertwined, and somehow, through just random decisions, and situations it just occurred. Fate, some would call it, and for the first time, I would agree&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always get along well with each other, and thinking back, we do spend a lot of time just chilling and chatting. &amp;amp; things only got kinda started after I left. I always missed out on your hints cause they were so subtle, and sometimes the things you say relates to how you feel. Seriously, no one would understand. LOL. Everyone around me always say we're close &amp;amp; we both will just ignore it, because honestly, a group of teenagers and young adults always equate to a mini high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of crazy shit happened inbetween, with all the boy dramas, but looks like you stayed through it all. Not too bad for your endurance ehhs? Hope it's all worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least now we're trying to make things work, and things couldn't get any better. Awesome isn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting on my first official job is never easy. It's not in the industry that I want, but my job scope is definitely relevant to what I want. So all I'm doing is gaining experience and working hard on it. It's a relief I can count on my 2 best friends. Just chatting with them the other time made me realised how much I miss them, and we definitely have to spend more time together. All of us are working towards a common goal; and that is working hard for our future. We're all here to support and encourage one day, and I'm hopefully one day the 3 of us can finally sit down, and relish in what we have achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that I realised finally, how you can be such a negative influence in my life. My friends around me told me, but I never believe it. I was disappointed by you many times over the years, but I never told you. But I reached to a certain point where enough is enough. &amp;amp; finally things are starting to get better without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, the europe trip in 3 weeks is something I'm certainly looking forward to. I'll be hitting 3 cities; Rome, Loudes, Barcelona, Paris and London. Just talking about it gets me so excited. Finally, my plans are starting to work out again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8572670672721669250?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8572670672721669250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8572670672721669250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8572670672721669250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8572670672721669250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-difference.html' title='What a difference'/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6476368815272371297</id><published>2010-07-01T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:52:22.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just don't know how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6476368815272371297?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6476368815272371297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6476368815272371297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6476368815272371297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6476368815272371297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-dont-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6962863626508009880</id><published>2010-06-13T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:58:28.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exciting October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms.. can't wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6962863626508009880?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6962863626508009880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6962863626508009880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6962863626508009880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6962863626508009880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/06/exciting-october.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-3164807536610075000</id><published>2010-05-20T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T13:39:10.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I wrote something, and over the past few months, a lot of things have happened. Some good, some bad, but whatever the case is, I'm ready to move on. It's been fun since school ended, enjoying myself, doing things without thinking, and just relax and do what I want. But I guess, right now I'm just sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People asking about my life, about every little details annoys me a lot. I hate interrogation, I hate 101 questions. I also realised that not everyone is nice; they just act nice to know about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever the case is, I know what I need to know. So let's just move on from all these madness &amp;amp; craziness, and move on with life. It's all about having fun anyway. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-3164807536610075000?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/3164807536610075000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=3164807536610075000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/3164807536610075000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/3164807536610075000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-awhile-since-i-wrote-something.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-4279367724364539641</id><published>2010-02-05T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:21:52.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess it's just one of those days, where things just don't seemed right, &amp;amp; I feel like the ugliest person on earth. Like they say, tmr's another day, hopefully things will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-4279367724364539641?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/4279367724364539641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=4279367724364539641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4279367724364539641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4279367724364539641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-guess-its-just-one-of-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8476812395110382362</id><published>2010-01-23T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:44:59.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent the whole day doing absolutely nothing today which made me really happy. Perhaps cause of the long travel time to and fro work, and the many OTs I've done, all I know is I'm tired. The only thing is with mum in Darwin right now, there's no one to cook lunch over the weekend. :( My mum invited me to go with her but of course I had to pay for my own air ticket. Needless to say, I said no; I'm saving up for better things. (But my saving plan of the year is failing badly) Plus, there's nothing much there, &amp;amp; the weather is just like S'pore I think. Oh, &amp;amp; it's the place I might have moved to if mum hasn't fell ill. (Lastly, it reminded me of the article that I read for LAM, where a boy commited suicide cause he was bored.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the best friend for shopping yesterday and all I got was a hairband. Tres sad I know. Lol. Makes me feel like heading to Vivo to shop somemore tmr. But it was great talking to her about what's going on in my life, made me feel better. We spent a long time at F&amp;amp;C, just talking and talking till the restaurant was about to close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The temp job has started for like 2 weeks now, but I still have not start to look for a permanent job. I probably should start by taking a passport photo. &amp;amp; start looking through the classifieds. I have no idea why am I not in a hurry to find for one. Need some motivation. The faster I find, the faster I can start on my career right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I've been taking care of my skin much more than I have ever did in my entire life. Hahahhas! Was enticed to get some facial products when Sheena went into the face shop to get her BB cream. &amp;amp; actually it's working! I no longer get like outbreaks on my forehead when the time of the month comes by. But the only problem is the amount of time I need to spend after taking a shower. Definitely needs effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pointless blog entry, just like 95% of the other entries in this blog. Guess I just felt like writing something. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8476812395110382362?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8476812395110382362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8476812395110382362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8476812395110382362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8476812395110382362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/01/spent-whole-day-doing-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-1596858652923220739</id><published>2010-01-06T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:18:44.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, tonight was the last night I worked at the dental clinic. Have been working there for around 2 1/2 years, the longest part time job I've ever had. Hahhahas! I'm feeling rather bittersweet right now; slightly sad that I'm leaving a place I'm so comfortable in, but happy to start a new challenge in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told anyone this but, I started taking up a part- time job because of my mum. Well, I was in my final year of poly, never held one while studying, and never had to worry cause my parents always gave me money if I needed some. It's not as if we're rich or anything, but my mum do give us money whenever we needed some, probably since she experienced what it is like to be poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then she got sick. It seems funny right now, but I immediately wanted to find for a job as I thought we were going to be poor. Treatments are expensive, and it does not help books like chicken soup for the soul talk about how difficult the treatments are. It just so happened that I was talking to a friend, and then the clinic was looking for somebody, hence I started working there. My mum didn't expect I would last long, (I really wasn't a working person), but my dad is just proud of anything my sis and I does. LOL. Worlds' apart reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then got use to working there, and enjoyed the rewards of working (ching ching!) and never stopped till I graduated. Even while I was studying during 2nd semester of uni, I was holding 2 jobs, working whenever there's no school at my aunt's company, and twice a night at the clinic. So I could be working a whole day at my aunt's company, and then rush off for work at the clinic at night. I got used to that, and it wasn't that tough, since I rather be busy than slacking. Of course dad helped by fetching me from my aunt's company to the clinic (thank goodness my dad's office is 5 minutes away). Then my dinner would be bread or whatever, which I would eat while my dad drives me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working a lot really does help; that's how I managed to fund my overseas trips last year. &amp;amp; of course I enjoyed the freedom on being able to spend on what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad I'm moving on as I missed the feeling of dressing up for work and just feeling the drive in me. I went for an interview before, and after wearing my formal office wear, and just going up the escalator to take the MRT, the drive in me to do well just kept circulating around my body, and I missed that. This is something I can never experienced while I'm working at the clinic. Like my mum said, this kind of jobs are for people who are still studying. Now that I've graduated, I should move on to something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was tough, but 3 years down, mum is in remission, we never became poor thanks to insurance and company payout (lol), and our house finally had a full renovation for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's 2010, I'm in my 20s, the decade of many changes. I can't wait to move on, and see what life has for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-1596858652923220739?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/1596858652923220739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=1596858652923220739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/1596858652923220739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/1596858652923220739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-tonights-last-night-im-working-at.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-313603306550385308</id><published>2010-01-03T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:50:28.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiest person today! Why? Cause my dad bought me a swave board today! YESSSSSSS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-313603306550385308?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/313603306550385308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=313603306550385308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/313603306550385308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/313603306550385308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiest-person-today-why-cause-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-7997088439370511264</id><published>2010-01-02T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:49:47.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new year= new plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start on a new saving plan since if everything goes well, I'll be able to have a new adventure next year. It is pretty disappointing that the Japan trip did not eventualise. Though nothing has been said, but with all the postponement and stuff, we all know where that would head to, since this has not been the first time. So I've given up on that. (But at least this means I have extra cash.)Even if I can't go now, I will in the future. Maybe not able to go on this trip means something better in the future. Lol. (Positive thinking! Resolution for 2010!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've been pretty successful in my saving plans since they're all pretty short term, but this time, my plan is for whole of 2010. &amp;amp; since I've decided to quite postponing and start paying back my dad's CPF loan, this means I've to be more frugal. Therefore, what does that mean? &lt;strong&gt;Less shopping. &lt;/strong&gt;I should also open a new account to split up my expenditure &amp;amp; savings. That way, it is easier to keep track of my spendings and prevent me from touching my savings. Once I get my pay on monday, I'll be able to start calculating how much I can split up. But first, I need to decide which bank I want to use. But whatever it is, I can do it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-7997088439370511264?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/7997088439370511264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=7997088439370511264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7997088439370511264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7997088439370511264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6723527643262378056</id><published>2010-01-01T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:17:35.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, I've taken some interest in movies, watching a lot more than I have ever done so. In fact, on the way to Australia, I watched 3 movies; 500 days of summer, Taken and Angels &amp;amp; Demons. The action in A&amp;amp;D was really cool and it piqued the air steward interest as he asked me if I was watching 2012. I watched 2012 in Australia with S, and the tickets are expensive &amp;amp; the storyline is so Hollywood style. On my way back, I decided to watch Time Traveler's Wife and I must have looked too engrossed, as the air steward serving my area looked at my screen to see what I was watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eversince I've got back, I watched Red Cliff 1 &amp;amp; 2, Juno (courtesy of my cousin's collection of DVDs) and now Bodyguards and Assassins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no point to this entry other than to say I now have 2 other movies I wanna watch. Lol. Which I'm gonna watch next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Just back from NY's celebration which in between the breaks, I watched another 2 movies; The Last Samurai &amp;amp; Silence of the Lamb. The latter is now my all time fav movie. LOVE IT. Acting, Amazing. Storyline, fantastic. I had 19 years to discover that movie and only did so now. Thank goodness for the need to celebrate occasions. I need to get a hold of the sequel and prequel. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to borrow another 2 more DVDs from my cousin (Ip Man &amp;amp; Babel). Srsly, she has all the DVDs which I want to watch. Looks like I'm settled for the weekend, and I'm happy about it! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6723527643262378056?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6723527643262378056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6723527643262378056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6723527643262378056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6723527643262378056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/12/recently-ive-taken-some-interest-in.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-7525658601525165100</id><published>2009-12-28T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:31:52.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just like that, the year's coming to an end. Time do passes by real quick. Just sitting here and thinking about it amazes me sometimes. Anw, many things have happened this year and I'm just going to list the major ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got my driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually started way back in 2007 but I did not had any motivation to go for lessons. I stopped going for a good 6 months before I decided to just get it done and over with. Lol! The day I passed was the day of pure jubilation. Never would I have to go back to that place, and never would I have to take that shuttle bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I graduated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that a degree is something that it's a 'must have' thing here in Singapore, just that it suddenly does feel so weird. Now, further education like Masters &amp;amp; such actually does seem possible. Hopefully, when I begin doing my Masters, it would be somewhere much further away from the little red dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grew more independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time in my life, I started funding all my overseas trips, and I travelled without my family (School trips don't count). I'm feeling abit old to begin all these late, but better late than never. Lol. But honestly, these trips were way fun, and my mum finally can worry less about me travelling. Especially the one to Australia, she kept asking me whether I wanted to eat, when I've eaten, and all I wanted to do was to go in to the departure hall to buy my magazines. Could tell she was worried since I will land past midnight and I had to make my way alone to Sheena's place. But it was all good. &amp;amp; I got a free upgrade on my way back too! Not a bad first solo trip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I turned 21!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wows, I feel so old. My boss told me once, that this decade is the period of many changes. He himself set up his own clinic, got married and had his first child all within 6 years. I'm like o.0! That's way fast. But that's what adulthood is for right? Growing up and gaining more responsibilities. We can't always play like we used to, and now that I've completed my education, the time to find a job gets more and more important. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reflecting on all these, 2009 wasn't that bad, wasn't it? I learnt to just go ahead and do the things I want to do, There's no point just sitting down and waiting for each other, because talk is cheap, it's the doing which many lack. Let's look forward to 2010, hopefully it would be a good year when I reflect again in a years' time. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-7525658601525165100?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/7525658601525165100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=7525658601525165100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7525658601525165100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7525658601525165100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-like-that-years-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-5821645253506830434</id><published>2009-11-08T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:49:27.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are finally overrr! It's been a tough few weeks, and this time round, exams were really tough in my opinion. I don't know if it's the lack of motivation, or it's just me, but idk manns. I used to worry whether I can do well, but now I'm worrying of whether I can pass. Which really sucks. I never had such a feeling in a loooong while, so I guess, idk. I did already made plans of what I'm going to do if I fail modules. Lol. Hope it will never eventualised, cause it's really sad to see your friends graduate, but knowing you have to repeat. But, if that's what happens, I can only move on from there. I know I should be more positive, but I rather not hold my hopes up to high, and face even greater disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm finally an aunt!! ohmegee! Just went to see him today, and he's really really puny. He's only 4 days old, &amp;amp; if I can, I'll just stare at him all day in amazement. But because of him, I can eat my favourite fried chicken wings from my aunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-5821645253506830434?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/5821645253506830434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=5821645253506830434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5821645253506830434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5821645253506830434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/11/exams-are-finally-overrr-its-been-tough.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-1580844782232462843</id><published>2009-10-28T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:44:26.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 paper down, 3 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's goooooo~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-1580844782232462843?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/1580844782232462843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=1580844782232462843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/1580844782232462843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/1580844782232462843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-paper-down-3-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-5524358820840706052</id><published>2009-10-18T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:12:17.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been enjoying the past few days. Since the parents are currently in HK right now, it means that sis and I have free reign of the house. It's great being able to do things at my own pace, and there's no nagging. :) My mum loves to nag, and the moment she nags 1 sentence, I get really annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, no parents means I get free reign of the car! Dad still does not trust me with it, so needless to say, whatever happens stay secret. =.= Drove the car to church, and then went down to BT plaza for lunch at Wishbone. Have not been there in like forever, used to go there pretty often when I was still a child. Next, we headed towards NTUC where my sis told me I can get anything I want. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was homed, with perfect parking. Seriously, I drive sooooo much better within the patriarch tensing up whenever I'm driving, keep giving instructions, &amp;amp; all I want for him is to chill and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the alone time, it fueled my desire to move out and start to be more independent. I know it's gonna be difficult, but life's too short to be living in a shelter. I got to go out and experience things, the world is so huge, I'm just a drop in the ocean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-5524358820840706052?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/5524358820840706052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=5524358820840706052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5524358820840706052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5524358820840706052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-been-enjoying-past-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-9163535164997920461</id><published>2009-10-14T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:56:16.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to update about the party but exams are coming! Maybe 1 month later when it ends? hahahhas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-9163535164997920461?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/9163535164997920461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=9163535164997920461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/9163535164997920461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/9163535164997920461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-update-about-party-but-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6395762777068172922</id><published>2009-10-09T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:31:50.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been shopping like mad for these pass few days. 2 dresses, 2 tops, a pair of shoes and more. Would have bought loads more if I didn't control or if I was shopping with somebody. I wouldn't wanna go Brisbane or hopefully Tokyo knowing I have no money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping like this usually means something's up with me. Well, honestly, idk. Can't say I've been feeling happy vibes of late. There are too many things going on. Hopefully the birthday tmr would make me smile genuinely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6395762777068172922?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6395762777068172922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6395762777068172922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6395762777068172922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6395762777068172922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-been-shopping-like-mad-for-these.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8754523749023369315</id><published>2009-10-06T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:31:21.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday night was spent in Jurong West for Althea's birthday. :) It was nice helping out and just having fun with the old and new school mates. Reached home and was too tired to do anything. On sunday was meeting with NZ &amp;amp; D, which was a huge relief in terms of getting many things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was great talking some stuff out. Well, do we really see what we're looking at? It's scray to think that behind all that, there's just so many things that makes me speechless. I guess when you smile at that person; treat them as a friend, it was all a lie. Perhaps you too, can just simply stab me in the back for all I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what I felt is that people can be fake to someone, but can be true friends to others. Even bitches have friends, so who are we judge who they really are? We do not know what really goes on between them, and the things that's done and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the most scary person I think is actually you. You say about others, but what about yourself? It's disgusting the way I see you as. Seeing and hearing both sides of you, the poor person you condemn against sure do not know what's in for them. &amp;amp; the worst thing? they still say you're a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8754523749023369315?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8754523749023369315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8754523749023369315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8754523749023369315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8754523749023369315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday-night-was-spent-in-jurong-west.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-7562514019434012561</id><published>2009-09-30T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:27:28.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmegee!let the exams end!fun shall begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's project meeting was totally unproductive, and the dateline is this friday. Madness or not? &amp;amp; I don't know why we're still not worried. Met up with the best friend for dinner which she treated. Thank you! It's nice talking like how we used to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short update &amp;amp; now it's back to projs! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-7562514019434012561?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/7562514019434012561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=7562514019434012561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7562514019434012561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7562514019434012561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/09/ohmegeelet-exams-endfun-shall-begun.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6586048638662671927</id><published>2009-09-27T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:56:48.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On friday, I decided to ditch work and headed down to town with Rene instead. Glad I made that choice as working IMO would be redundant and waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lecture on saturday, we headed down for Gladys's 21st party! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386175073207651794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sr-JsSCbDdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VExrNdJgyLw/s400/glawu%27s+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;School group mates and the birthday girl&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Food was pretty nice, and it was great just sitting and chilling. Oh! The birthday cake is pretty and taste good too! After that was home sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, I finally bought some decoration stuff for my party. I hope things will turn out well though. I hope the idea pulls through in the end, if not it would be a mood downer. After that, I finally met up with Janel and Linda for Janel's birthday dinner! Food was alright and NY NY, and we could not head down to Esplanade as the underpass was close. So we just randomly roam around before settling down at starbucks for a short while. We were pretty quiet tonight, perhaps after a long day today that's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pictures with L &amp;amp; J, so if you are reading this, upload soon okay? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6586048638662671927?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6586048638662671927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6586048638662671927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6586048638662671927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6586048638662671927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-friday-i-decided-to-ditch-work-and.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sr-JsSCbDdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/VExrNdJgyLw/s72-c/glawu%27s+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-2975540590952146483</id><published>2009-09-25T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:09:48.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the start of my savings plan! I used to be really good at saving actually, until I discovered what shopping is. So, the plan is to pack food and water to school instead of buying them. I can easily spend at least $5 in school, and when there's project to do, it's even worse with all the snacks. Since I have plans to travel in Nov and Jan/Feb, I want to travel comfortably instead of worrying about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went well on the first day actually. Cooked my own pasta, and brought snacks to school. So in the end, I only spent 90 cents! (Cause I caved in and decided to get some fruits) Cheap right? The determination to actually get up and cook is probably from my motivation towards my goal. TBH, I was wondering if I should save the money and not go on a trip in Nov. But, I really wanna experience travelling solo (I'll be 21 by then, &amp;amp; I have not done that once!) and I think I'll have a great time. Plus what R said, money can always be earned back. So, like 75% of me will definitely say yes. So S, I'm sorry but you'll have a leech stuck on you for a week. Hahahhas! I'm still looking out for cheap flights, but if by the end of this month, there isn't, I'll go ahead and book a flight on Emirates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a pretty good day, just hanging out with the groupmates, doing project. I know our progress is slow, but it was just one of those good days for me. These few days, I'm sure our tempers isn't at it's tip top level. We probably felt annoyed and pissed at one point of time (or many points), but I'm sure we'll work it out. Received a last minute sms from Syaz for dinner at her place, which was good btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like days where things just flow well, so hopefully the patients coming in will be nice and less anal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I think I might want to dye my hair again, since the black roots are starting to show. The only thing is. what colour?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2975540590952146483?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2975540590952146483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2975540590952146483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2975540590952146483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2975540590952146483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-start-of-my-savings-plan-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6832253176083332435</id><published>2009-09-24T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:11:10.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand you sometimes. When you want things your way, or try to take control, it annoys the fuck out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6832253176083332435?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6832253176083332435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6832253176083332435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6832253176083332435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6832253176083332435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-understand-you-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-652316349723407302</id><published>2009-09-21T00:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:10:51.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daydreams and wishing wells. Hopeful wishes with pleading eyes. Looking at others, I want one. 'Are you happy?' a little whisper says. With startled eyes, she would not speak. In all honesty, Aren't you a little tired? Living behind a shadowy figure. With a veil covering those empty eyes, waiting for sparks to give them life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't understand! This is not fair!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never fair, wasn't it sweetheart? Muddling through obstacles and hidden tracks, wishing things will be well in the end. Don't you know how the future is like, it's all dependent on the things you do now. Scary isn't it? Making choices, making decisions, and living through it, regardless good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, it's all you! Can't you change? Perhaps that's why you are feeling this way.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, perhaps. Who is to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how Romeo mistakenly thought Juliet was dead, consequences were deadly. Too late my child, the deadlines near. Perhaps tomorrow, with plenty prayers, will show you a better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep and Dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-652316349723407302?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/652316349723407302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=652316349723407302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/652316349723407302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/652316349723407302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/09/daydreams-and-wishing-wells.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8770487205353848019</id><published>2009-09-18T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:10:11.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, after school, I met an old schoolmate at the bus stop. I did not expect myself to be so chatty, since I'm usually quiet among unfamiliar people or alittle awkwardness about people I have not seen in a long while. But I had a nice time chatting with her from sch all the way to work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a good thing I went to work today as it turns out my boss decided to see some patients. As I was talking to my friend, I missed all these calls and messages. Well, probably cause my phone is perpetually on silent mode 99% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was easy. &amp;amp; it was home early. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8770487205353848019?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8770487205353848019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8770487205353848019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8770487205353848019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8770487205353848019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-after-school-i-met-old-schoolmate.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-5715242575993508938</id><published>2009-09-17T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:46:04.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so miserable and stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, all I wanted was something simple. But why does it feel like it's something so complicated and just a chore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't take it all back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-5715242575993508938?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/5715242575993508938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=5715242575993508938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5715242575993508938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5715242575993508938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-so-miserable-and-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-2160987653330510195</id><published>2009-09-10T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:10:53.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally had my hair cut today! At first I wasn't too sure of whether I should cut it or not since I've been getting mixed reviews. Some said not to, and the present longer hair was fine. But there were others that said short hair is much better on me. But since I made an appointment last week, there was no backing out. Well, it's back to a bob hairstyle, and I couldn't get a straight haircut since the lady said it would not suit asian hair. Especially since mine was really thin. But it does not look too bad, at least according to Rene. Thank you Rene for accompanying me. She also recommended this hairdresser to me which I thought was not too bad either. &amp;amp; it's pretty cheap compared to the others in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we part ways, the temptation to walk around was too irresistable. Yups, so I walked around Wisma and Ion with the thought of window shopping. Tried on some clothes for the fun of it, but in the end I could not resist buying a dress from P&amp;amp;B. I'm suppose to save money for graduation trip, but I failed. I kept saying to the world that I'm broke to remind myself, but the other side of myself did mental calculations. Well, the good thing is that I like it. I'm annoyed but happy. Oxy-moron much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was early supper with KS &amp;amp; NZ was wayyyyyyy fun. :) Was mad laughter and teasing from the start to the end. NZ and I talked as if we have not met in years and I have no idea why. It's like when things happen in our lives, it occurs around the same time. Let's meet up for supper again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2160987653330510195?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2160987653330510195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2160987653330510195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2160987653330510195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2160987653330510195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-finally-had-my-hair-cut-today-at.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-5021624155657485440</id><published>2009-09-06T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:31:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Friday night was spent on a scrapbooking class with the uni mates &amp;amp; it was fun, fun, fun! Really enjoyed myself and learnt quite abit actually. :) Thanks Althea for introducing the class to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday night was Mich's birthday party at Pasir Ris! Met NZ in town since she needed to buy her perfume, and we entertained ourselves with the mini food fair at far east before heading down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Today, dad finally fixed up my table, so my room is more or less done, san the decorations. (clap, clap!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More or less thought of my theme, now I just have to finalise it and I can email invitations and hope people can make it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-5021624155657485440?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/5021624155657485440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=5021624155657485440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5021624155657485440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5021624155657485440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-night-was-spent-on-scrapbooking.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-3254609174437493502</id><published>2009-09-02T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:54:22.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 saturdays ago was Daisy's birthday! Had lotsa fun with the many entertainment and Indah's hand actions still never change. :) HAHHAS! But before that, I had to meet Rene, my hp died on me, or rather the battery went flat. Poor rene wandered around for 1 hour, while I was desperately looking for a way to contact her. If you really know me, I have a habit of leaving my phone at home or not charging it. So this was a hugeeeeeeeee lesson learnt! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; because of this, I finally memorized Rene's number after her saying it for a year. hahahhahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Biz Finance test and that caused me much lack of sleep. My method of studying is going for lecture every week and take down notes, and only know what is going on when I have to start studying for exams. Rene and I did days of hardcore studying, and turned out, such methods are redundant. =.= Wasted much of our time when we could have just taken it easy. I wonder if it's because the spirit of TB12 still lived in us, where everyone is super competitive. Today, we had to hand in our SCSS report, which I'm glad we did not have to stay up late for it. Next is the mad GM report which is nagging inside my head. But I have to enjoy it as there's only 2 more months left of school till exams and that is it. I have to become a slave to the working world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's real fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-3254609174437493502?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/3254609174437493502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=3254609174437493502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/3254609174437493502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/3254609174437493502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-saturdays-ago-was-daisys-birthday-had.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8629299457952299604</id><published>2009-08-19T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:23:22.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last saturday was Evern's 21st birthday party! The road in to the place was rather dark and scary though. But it was great seeing everyone again after a long while. :) &amp;amp; WQ's hair is totally pretty! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371653666407526930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SovyjKKlMhI/AAAAAAAAATw/N-H2B6klPHE/s400/evern%27s+party+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371653663011957138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sovyi9hA6ZI/AAAAAAAAATo/1G_nFwSD4Ws/s400/evern%27s+party1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After that was a little chilling session at Red Dot. Live band was amazing, drinks and snack was just alright, but company was great as usual. Thanks NZ for the ride home though it was late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to drag myself out of bed for church in the morning the next day. Tired, tired, tired! Thank god for iris I managed to take the bus, saving me the trouble of walking there. In the evening, I manage to get my dad to drive me to ECP for Jeremy's BBQ. Many couldn't make it :( but it was nice talking to the usuals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That explains the weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idk why but I have some weird thing against the night and sleeping recently, many times I would stay up as late as possible, and then when I know I have to sleep, I would wish the night would just pass and morning would just come. Maybe it's just me and the feeling of time wasting with sleeping. Or perhaps there's just something depressing about closing my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to get studying!!! Test is just the following week!!&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/15848685-8629299457952299604?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8629299457952299604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8629299457952299604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8629299457952299604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8629299457952299604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-saturday-was-everns-21st-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/SovyjKKlMhI/AAAAAAAAATw/N-H2B6klPHE/s72-c/evern%27s+party+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-7686746161205060146</id><published>2009-08-12T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:43:53.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 assignment down, and only a bajillion more to go! This assignment is really annoying and hopefully I can get a decent grade for this. But I don't know if I did my best, that's why it's eating me inside out. I can only blame myself for this. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym-ed with L yesterday was pretty good. Glad that my stamina did not deteoriate that bad after eons of resting on my lazy ass. One thing I love about the gym is the hot shower after that. We planned to eat Jap at first but when we were done, it was close to 10pm, so that idea was scraped. Then there was no Zi Char (sp?) store near by, so we had to settle for chicken rice and noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so addicted to the computer lately that I get withdrawal syndrome if I do not get to go on the WWW. Maybe it's a tell tale sign that I should do something with my life. Ho-hums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-7686746161205060146?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/7686746161205060146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=7686746161205060146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7686746161205060146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7686746161205060146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-assignment-down-and-only-bajillion.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-4424609707252572728</id><published>2009-08-02T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:54:04.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 12 year old cousin has made me addicted to Guitar Geeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-4424609707252572728?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/4424609707252572728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=4424609707252572728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4424609707252572728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4424609707252572728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-12-year-old-cousin-has-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-2527595696390938716</id><published>2009-07-31T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:32:55.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I finally went into town after a looooong while. Ventured into Ion for awhile, and I think it'll be a pretty cool shopping mall once all the shops are fully opened. So it's like L1-L4 are all the designer labels, while B1-B4 are for mass consumer products. The layout is pretty confusing though, perhaps NZ &amp;amp; I have no sense of direction. Hahahhas! We then met D at Paragon for some Soup Spoon. Not my cup of tea honestly, but the portions are rather big for a reasonable price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that was walk walk walk, shop shop shop. Just bought a shirt and a necklace, which was rather cheap, considering the brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how boring my life is. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to try to clean finish my room today, but there's still a big mess on my floor. I seriously do not know where I can put my school stuff since I still do not have a table in my room! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; there are people who wants to see our house, so my dad is keeps telling me to tidy up. But seriously, can't they just wait for people to invite them, why force their presence in our humble house? We are not always at home either, of course it is going to take some time. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should get my chair at Ikea first and think about the table later. My mum does not really want the table from Ikea since she complains about the quality.. But it's not as if I care that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2527595696390938716?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2527595696390938716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2527595696390938716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2527595696390938716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2527595696390938716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesterday-i-finally-went-into-town.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8520363164087881795</id><published>2009-07-28T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:09:18.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So much for contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;It's now sitting in my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;Totally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8520363164087881795?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8520363164087881795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8520363164087881795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8520363164087881795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8520363164087881795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-for-contemplation.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-2965013274914593687</id><published>2009-07-26T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:29:10.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Finally&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-new phone&lt;br /&gt;-new router! (no more having to use cable)&lt;br /&gt;-new jacket (not really finally, more of 15 minutes impulse shopping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, should I get the other jacket? It's not something we can use for everyday wear, but it's nice, cool, and I like it. It looks really great on the mannequin. I tried on the M, big, but due to lack of time, I was too lazy to ask for S. But since I've brought this new jacket, it is not as if I can impulsively get the other too. It's not exactly the cheapest thing in the world, but it's not exactly the most expensive thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have shipping left to pay for my online purchases. &amp;amp; birthday presents. &amp;amp; save money for plans next year. Sigh, I should curb spending since my disposable income has dropped tremendously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2965013274914593687?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2965013274914593687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2965013274914593687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2965013274914593687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2965013274914593687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-new-phone-new-router-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-305085375453865209</id><published>2009-07-26T01:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:40:37.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After not driving for like forever, I drove well and parked perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;Even dad was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Good job sab! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-305085375453865209?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/305085375453865209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=305085375453865209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/305085375453865209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/305085375453865209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-not-driving-for-like-forever-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-2983599828941609646</id><published>2009-07-19T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:00:36.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Last day in Bangkok&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to have a quick breakfast at the restaurant before making our way to MBK to get some last minute stuff. After which, we had to came back to the hotel to check out. Since our flight was at night, we left our luggage at the hotel before heading back to pratunam to get more stuff for people back home. We finally manage to totally indulge in some thai food which were totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360089221066153202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SmLcv2IMXPI/AAAAAAAAASY/INlIhgO9NCA/s320/P1030133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SmLcwgZTJWI/AAAAAAAAASo/_xsAREbdZsQ/s1600-h/P1030135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360089232412190050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SmLcwgZTJWI/AAAAAAAAASo/_xsAREbdZsQ/s320/P1030135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SmLcwP8cqRI/AAAAAAAAASg/Xuhw3ye4CrI/s1600-h/P1030134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360089227996211474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SmLcwP8cqRI/AAAAAAAAASg/Xuhw3ye4CrI/s320/P1030134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what is this, but I was walking around and saw it. It's seafood flavoured if I'm not wrong. It tasted like flour with ingredients.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Early evening rolled past, and it's time for us to leave. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360091652226460178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SmLe9W5-qhI/AAAAAAAAATA/WzsG-NzINGA/s320/DSCF9663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Most of my loot! It wasn't that much, since I'm rather particular when it comes to clothes. But it's enough, more than I ever bought from the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360089238799385010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SmLcw4MIAbI/AAAAAAAAASw/oHnhSTkhC94/s320/P1030139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At Bangkok airport before boarding&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;All in all, it is definitely one of the most fun trip I've ever had though it was only for 4 days. Hitch hiking in the pouring rain, trying to figure our way around, it's definitely a mini adventure. I will be so anticipating the next trip! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2983599828941609646?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2983599828941609646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2983599828941609646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2983599828941609646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2983599828941609646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day-in-bangkok-woke-up-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/SmLcv2IMXPI/AAAAAAAAASY/INlIhgO9NCA/s72-c/P1030133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-7011029300651853077</id><published>2009-07-17T00:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:46:10.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 of Bangkok&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up bright and early to have our free breakfast. :D Though we were only allowed American breakkie, but since it's buffet style, we could help ourselves to continental too! Straight after that, we walked to Pratunam and spent loads of time over there. I think we walked to Platunam too, but there wasn't anything much there. After that, we had to lugged our shopping back to the hotel which was mad tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 of Bangkok&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was really really fun! We decided to use our free BTS one day pass and travelled to Chinatown. First we took the BTS and stop at the station nearest to Chinatown, then we took another public transport, which was via the river! The great thing is that it's dirt cheap. When we travelled back, for the both of us, we only had to pay 19 baht. It's very stable, and can see many foreigners using it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359103392613032610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9cJE9KYqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6RzTw00JOmU/s320/P1030054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359103384045214514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9cIlCb2zI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4llk_nH5b98/s320/P1030055.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At the train station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359106158112754514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9eqDPrS1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/EplqdKIGMqw/s320/P1030064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359109252014137250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9heI7P36I/AAAAAAAAAQo/L8acTMOk7Wk/s320/P1030087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359109260681116962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9hepNnfSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rlTYcB7zBGg/s320/P1030085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359103400041043794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9cJgoI11I/AAAAAAAAAP4/8Nu2Zz3pfNw/s320/P1030060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;View from the boat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Near Chinatown, is another great place for shopping! Wholesale prices for accessories and rows and rows of shops worth of it. Seriously, by the time we finish walking, I wanted to puke if I ever had to see somemore accessories. Hahahhahhas! But some of the prices were so low, it was unbelivable. Our main purpose was to go and eat, but in the end, we spent afew hours walking around, that lunch become lunch+teabreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359106178004455618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9erNWOkMI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/VUiewmgejOI/s320/P1030069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359106182934209314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9erftkoyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/wUX3iARiv40/s320/P1030071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lunch at Chinatown. Pretty yummers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111886042108850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9j3dcdE7I/AAAAAAAAARA/pwmZRj8QmrA/s320/P1030124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359111891029869970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9j3wBoRZI/AAAAAAAAARI/q03XJcLP2hU/s320/P1030125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Before we went back, we bought ourselves some bird nest, thanks to the recommendation of Sheena. I have never liked them and always have to force myself to drink it. But this time, I have to admit it was pretty good. Had them chilled the next day instead of it warm, which IMO is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359106191560152786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9er_2KFtI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8vemgml2U5s/s320/P1030082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bye Chinatown!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359109267595582882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9hfC-J3aI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jmHUzNsHHLI/s320/P1030090.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;Blow wind blow!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the hotel after that to unload and watch abit of cable, and then we headed off to Sukhumvit to check out the place. Had our massage and pedi+mani over there! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359121311657832162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9scGmXLuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/upmJcu6RNMI/s320/P1030094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359123163511301890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9uH5SopwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/gbpWs3cmzmA/s320/P1030096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheena's manicurist was even smiling for me when I was taking the picture. Hahahhas! But her hairstyle was really pretty! She had this hair braid thing which she did to make it look like a hairband. Kept looking at it and was wondering how did she actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359121329712249378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9sdJ23uiI/AAAAAAAAARg/FtcHoR7vpOI/s320/P1030110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before returning to the hotel, we decided to drop by this bar opposite our hotel. There's these 2 street kids walking into the different bars to sell their flowers, and that's something we certainly do not usually see. If it was in Singapore, they would definitely be chased out, but there they do not bother. The kids would even bother the patrons by massaging their shoulders, acting cute with their kid's charm and stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ordered calamari rings (after saying they sold out on a lot of things) =.=, and I had to order a bacardi orange since they ran out of lime, and it tasted so terrible. Really the wrong place to go to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359126562202437362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9xNuZvxvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/kZK44wBazCQ/s320/DSCF9661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359126553082476274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9xNMbYNvI/AAAAAAAAASI/sa9v_SnZN4Y/s320/DSCF9658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That spells the end of Day 3. Last day is reserved for another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-7011029300651853077?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/7011029300651853077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=7011029300651853077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7011029300651853077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7011029300651853077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-2-of-bangkok-woke-up-bright-and.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sl9cJE9KYqI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6RzTw00JOmU/s72-c/P1030054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-649445748652949685</id><published>2009-07-15T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T14:24:58.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 1 of the Bangkok trip!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up bright and early at 3.30am just to reach the airport at 4.30am. Can't say I was excited about it, since I was up till 11 plus the night before just to pack my luggage after getting districted for far too long. Even after waking up, I still have to pack some more stuff in cause I gave up packing the night before. Just to go past immigration at BKK was really a long wait. Coincidentally, I met Jip who was also taking the same flight as me. A nice really mini catch up and glad to see him doing well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab to the hotel, which I have to say, I really love their highways. No jam, just pay cheap toll! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358189011427278274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SlwchFmGPcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/cNEQMzDHiuk/s320/DSCF9635.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;In the cab!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking into the hotel, we decided to walk to MBK to get something to eat. Instead of eating some cheap thai food, we landed up in a Marche style place, eating brunch. Hahahhhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358177076129889746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SlwRqXJc_dI/AAAAAAAAANw/kpOvXLS841U/s320/P1030011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358173847665231746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SlwOucLfx4I/AAAAAAAAANI/D8DSfGqTzJg/s320/P1030012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SlwOtyEuwqI/AAAAAAAAANA/cyS-o8hnle8/s1600-h/P1030008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358173836362564258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SlwOtyEuwqI/AAAAAAAAANA/cyS-o8hnle8/s320/P1030008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was nothing spectacular, but the drink was really nice though. So after that, we headed to the weekend market, which was disappointing actually. Did not really enjoy myself, but there was some nice paintings which would really look good in my room, but it would be insane to bring it home. So we decided to cab to pratunam which is a total shoppers haven. Seriously, one of the best place ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we had to head to the something arena (forgot the name) to watch a concert. Thanks for treating me to the tickets though! So eventhough I do not know many of the songs, and my ears almost died due to an excessive piercing screaming fan, it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Slwcfm7BgbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OiTpcz9gEZ0/s1600-h/P1030028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358188986013680050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Slwcfm7BgbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OiTpcz9gEZ0/s320/P1030028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358188998043564994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SlwcgTvK-8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/jERrLCml_oM/s320/P1030037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358188992499084370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Slwcf_FQ7FI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YvEKfMWjvEw/s320/P1030042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Us after the concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the concert were of course the massive jams, which we so did not plan before that. After walking around and asking some locals, we got into some van which transport people to some BTS station for only 25 Baht. Cab home from where ever we alighted, and it turns out we were really near our hotel! Ordered room service when we got back and had a really nice shower. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Entertained myself with the camera while waiting for Sheena to shower finish. Hahahhhas! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358193588436608866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SlwgrgSKJ2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/UEtZn1hdUCs/s320/DSCF9643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tired Face to end the day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really love our hotel room. It was way cheap, big enough, comfortable, and free papers and breakfast every morning and even have some cable channels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 2 another day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-649445748652949685?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/649445748652949685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=649445748652949685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/649445748652949685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/649445748652949685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-1-of-bangkok-trip-woke-up-bright.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/SlwchFmGPcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/cNEQMzDHiuk/s72-c/DSCF9635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-1031917848557131400</id><published>2009-07-14T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:27:03.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A pretty good day today was, just that the heat was murderous. Thank god for shopping malls. Hahahhhas! The first good thing was I finally managed to watch Transformers. But we were late for it as we spent so much time and money in that accessories shop. But, I really really like what I got, so the money was worth it. The second good thing is that I did another ear pierce! Buying those earrings gave me the urge of having another hole. With the 'you do it, I'll do it' motto, we did it! hahahhhas! Though somebody is sad since she's different from her love. =.='' Well, I'm still a wuss when it comes to needles and things poking into flesh, so I definitely wavered abit, but am so so happy that I pierced it! It's true, it's very addictive!The third good thing is that we had alittle retail therapy, one of my great loves. :D Really happy with what I bought today, though I spent more than what I thought I would. The fourth good thing is that I finally received more pictures of the bangkok trip, and I realised we are so not good in remembering to take pictures. The fifth good thing is that my cupboard is coming tmr! I can finally hang up my clothes instead of making a mess. That's a pretty good day isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-1031917848557131400?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/1031917848557131400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=1031917848557131400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/1031917848557131400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/1031917848557131400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/07/pretty-good-day-today-was-just-that.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-2503370431820479990</id><published>2009-07-12T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:37:52.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayy yayy! I finally bought a wardrobe cupboard today. Eversince I moved back home a week and a half ago, I only have a bed in my room. Clothes in boxes and living out of my luggage. Cluttered all over my floor were my things, since I do not even own a table. Even a messy person like me sigh in exasperation. The great thing about my cupboard is that it was a steal! I first saw it at a shop which quoted $799. Then I went to another furniture shop near my house and bought it at $450. Amazing price difference! &amp;amp; she charge us cheaper since she recognises us since we stay nearby. Hooray for friendly neighbourhoods. It is not the perfect cupboard which I always wanted, but I guess in life, some things have to be compromised. Hahahhahhas! The second great thing about it is that it's always twice as big as my old cupboard. :D I no longer have to squeeze all my clothes, plus I have space for moreeee! Yyyyeeeeeeeeesssssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we bought my cupboard, mum suddenly asked if I wanted to change specs. Like DUH! OF COURSE! So I got myself a metal black frame specs and luckily I asked how old are my contact lenses are. Turned out they were wayyy old, and had to order new ones. I guess that's the bad thing about using permanent lenses. It's hard to keep track of how old they are since they can be used for 2 years, and if I ever lose them, it will cost $80 per side to replace (if they have not increased the price). Good news is that my eyesight maintained around the same, but now I have abit of astig due to my lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I suddenly feel like getting another job. Perhaps it's because I'm addicted to extra money or maybe it's because I'm used to holding 2 jobs since I started doing them last semester. It was mad tiring, but in a way it's fulfilling I guess? Perhaps this time instead of doing an office job, I feel like getting a job like Rene's in awefully chocolate, that type of job. I should probably start looking around, and hopefully it's at least $7-8 per hour? I have thought of giving tuition, but I just don't know if I can do it. I should probably talk to Janel for some advise in getting started and stuff. Making sure if it is something I can do least in I give up halfway which I totally hate. Now this got me thinking about my career which I have to embark on end of this year. I already figured out which industry I wanna walk in, and more or less what I wanna do. Isn't it great in a way? But being able to have that opportunity is another story. While I was working at the convention, I met many people and listen to them talk about work and life in general which really makes sense. So sab, start working on making that opportunity eventualised!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went online shopping today again. T.T Really limited myself to 1 item since it will cost me 39USD. It's cheap for a pair of jeans, so what the heck! I'm suppose to save for all the wonderful plans I have. It's a pair of stone wash jeans with a rip on the knees. Now what am I suppose to do with the other stonewash jeans that I already have which totally looks like the one I just bought sans the rips? If only I'm mad talented in sewing &amp;amp; DIY-ing. I sure can save sooo much money. Hmmms... Perhaps it's something I can learn. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers! More than meets the eye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2503370431820479990?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2503370431820479990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2503370431820479990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2503370431820479990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2503370431820479990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/07/yayy-yayy-i-finally-bought-wardrobe.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6043561905464796170</id><published>2009-07-05T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:22:47.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been majorly ill since the return from Bangkok. With fever and the chills, felt like dying, seriously. Went to the A&amp;amp;E to get tested, with advise from sister nurse, but of course results were negative. (: Must have been the night where we were caught in the rain for an hour plus. But it's an adventure nontheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this trip was short and the destination was near, it was definitely one of the best trips I ever been on. It had all the fun, freedom, random walkings, and mini adventure, and a pretty smooth time. Will update proper once I pop by Sheena's house to take the pictures. We had to keep reminding ourselves to take pictures since it wasn't always the first thing on our minds. hhahahhas! Can't wait to go on another trip again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6043561905464796170?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6043561905464796170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6043561905464796170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6043561905464796170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6043561905464796170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-been-majorly-ill-since-return.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-4540022785448019911</id><published>2009-06-26T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:56:51.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday is the day I offically ended work at my aunt's company! :D It was good while it lasted, monetary wise, but towards the end of it, it was starting to get boring and monotonous. Yesterday also marks the end of the water convention which I had to go for 3 days. I have to admit, I have absolutely no interest in water, or the new products and processes developed. I only went because I was being paid to. But I did manage to learn about things, like work, new information, and met some really nice people there too. Managed to have lunch companion during the 3 days, so that saves me the boredom of having to eat alone. Hahahhas! On the last day, I met a really nice lady whose company's panel was beside mine, and she even treated me lunch! Thanks so much. :) Saw the dutch prince who came down for this convention since the dutch embassy booth was just beside mine. Couldn't really see much since there was people crowding around and taking pictures. My first time seeing royalty in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday night was spent at Mind's Cafe for WQ's birthday. Had loads of fun, and in fact, I think it's one of the best 21st parties I've been to. Food was good, had games to entertain ourselves, and had loads of laughter. Sunday night was off to Linda's place for her 21st. Reached there abit early for the purpose of helping out abit, but I did nothing. Hahahhas! Cake was really good btw, but was too full to finish it. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after work I went to Ikea for some home stuff and finally to Robinson's to get somemore home stuff. Really happy with what I've got but I still need to get loads more stuff. Namely, a bed side table, a wardrobe, a table and a chair. I already planned what chair I wanted, but mum reckoned alittle more reccee. Oh wells. I really wanted to have wall lights so I can do my night reading before I sleep. But since the walls were plastered, of course the parents bulked at the idea of putting holes in the walls. Had to settle for the second best thing which is a table lamp. :( Plus, I still need decoration for my room. Got a couple more ideas in my head. just need to find a perfect one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the air-cons installed in today, so I had to travel back to clementi to 'supervise'. The house is still really dusty and a lot more details still uncomplete. I honestly feel that it is impossible to be able to move back tmr. Plus, they are already 1 week late. Though it's perfectly comfortable at my aunt's place, it is still not my home, and I'm kinda sick of eating out. At least at home I could request for home cooked meals whenever eating out is taking a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pack my luggage since the flight is tmr morning. &amp;amp; I'm suppose to be sleeping now to get a full 8 hrs sleep, which is impossible. Hahahhhas! At least I should try to start now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-4540022785448019911?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/4540022785448019911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=4540022785448019911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4540022785448019911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4540022785448019911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-is-day-i-offically-ended-work.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-9091759492801056176</id><published>2009-06-18T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:07:42.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after a loooooooooong while, I finally met up with Mich &amp;amp; YL! :D (With NZ of course) I met up with NZ first at bugis for an hour shopping before we made our way down to town to meet Mich. Had alittle list of what I need to buy, but did I fulfill any of it? Of course NOT! hahahhhas! Eat, talk, laugh. A really good way to end the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I made my way down to Vivo and Wisma to get some of my stuff. Bought a headphone instead of the usual earphones, which I think is a really good choice. Went to DIY dye my hair today and it's making me so depress. :( :( :( There's barely any difference, and I hate the way the dye solution feels so watery and does not create the lather like feel that the previous dye I bought does. This totally suck ballxzzzz. Mighty mighty depressing. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so don't feel like gg work tmr. Boring boring boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-9091759492801056176?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/9091759492801056176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=9091759492801056176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/9091759492801056176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/9091759492801056176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday-after-loooooooooong-while-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-2332044272580050101</id><published>2009-06-13T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:58:23.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling so relax and happy today. It has been a few weeks where I could just laze around my bed and do absolutely nothing. :) Went to the gym during noon with my cousin, and the pespiration after a great workout is amazing. Eventhough the gym is air-conditioned, I realised that is a difference between gyming in the afternoon and night. It is very easy to pespire and get tired in the afternoon as compared to the night. Or maybe it's just me. Hahhhas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was pretty awesome. (: Did not have to go to the clinic on monday since the doc would not be in, so I asked whether I can not go in too. So after work, I went to the pool with my cousin and aunt and just played around in the water. It was cold though. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work on tuesday, I had to go down to the clinic since the doc was back, but the patients was great! We ended early, walk- ins did not make a fuss and just left, and 1 or 2 did not come for their appointments, so I watched a show on the net. Work was boring on wednesday. Was practically counting down the hours and praying that 5.30pm can reach soon. Met up with D &amp; NZ after work for a little 'shopping with purpose' and dinner. Great company as usual, and laughter all round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally watched a movie on thursday! Watched 'Blood: The last Vampire' with Linda and Janel and IMO, it is pretty bad. Poor CG, poor storyline, and some parts were a little lame. Seriously, I don't think it warrants a M18 rating. A NC16 would be fine. If they were thinking of the gory scenes, it was so fake, it definitely was not scary. We chilled at starbucks for a while, and I got to say that their cheesecake was expensive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, I finally met up with the SC'05 people after a long while. Sitting in a car for 2 hours was certainly cold and tiring. But it was certainly fun laughing my ass off during dinner, though we did had ours really late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday also marks the last day where I have to go back to work everyday! Work has been soooooo boring that I literally could just stone for hours, but had to act busy so as to keep people from talking. Though the money is great, but I rather do something more productive than just doing absolutely nothing and wasting my time. It's certainly making me lose my drive, and it has been making me depressed about having to work an office job when I graduate. I want something that can be slightly challenging and competitive. Over this past year, I have been having the mindset that life is too short to always take the safe route. It's not good to procrastinate, and just do what you wanna do. I get annoyed sometimes when people always talk about wanting to do something, and do not make a conscious effort to do it. What if we die the next day, or the apocalypse is next year? It's too late for regrets right? &amp; perhaps since I'm standing at the doorstep of adulthood makes me realised that time sure zooms pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2332044272580050101?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2332044272580050101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2332044272580050101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2332044272580050101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2332044272580050101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/06/feeling-so-relax-and-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-3773857151083398580</id><published>2009-06-13T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:40:38.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urgh. Have not been shopping for myself over the last 2 weeks or so. So miserable, having to tell myself to control and curb those urges. End of June, please come faster and SAFELY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-3773857151083398580?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/3773857151083398580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=3773857151083398580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/3773857151083398580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/3773857151083398580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/06/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8379465100707149388</id><published>2009-06-07T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:20:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, well, well. Looks like the weekends are here and gone. ): Every week, all I have been looking forward was the weekends so I can enjoy and relax. But it was pretty much impossible over the last 2 weeks, cause my parents just have to spend those days looking around for stuff for the house, so there goes my chance of doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So results day was last thursday, and I managed to get through all my modules. I know I'm suppose to be grateful or happy with my results since this semester is one of the toughest, but somehow, I'm just not that satisfied with it. It's just that it did not reached my expectation, but the people around me makes me feel that I should be happy and satisfied with it. For me, it's either good or bad. So, as long as my goals are not reached, it's not good enough. I mean, I know I can do better, &amp;amp; why aim for mediocrity right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday was a company dinner at Picotin. Since my aunt was going, I went too. Plus free food, so it was pretty dumb to pass it up. It actually is an eye- opener for me, seeing how the people from the management level socialised and stuff, and the big difference between the way caucasians and the asians usually socialise. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; how superficial one can get. There's this one asian lady, who was really proud when saying hi to me, cause I guess since I am the youngest one there, and obviously just there for the sake of being so. But I guess she probably found out who my aunt was, and when her husband went to say bye personally to everyone, (with her standing like a trophy wife), &amp;amp; it reached my turn, she was like, 'Ohhh! She's so cute!' in her fake accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wait awhile, I have to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things the working world have really taught me was never to believe everything you've heard. Even in the office, there's bound to be politics. Colleagues who are your friends, can also gossip about you. It's funny when I just sit at my table and notice the people around me. They are like characters to a book named 'working life'. The way they behave, the excuses they say to show how busy they are. They always say they have so much work to do. The sweet talkers who get into their boss's good books, but they're the ones who are pretty much useless. Like creatures in a jungle, they hunt upon one another for one's survival.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;It's back to my 5.30am wake up call. Looks like I have to sleep early. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8379465100707149388?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8379465100707149388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8379465100707149388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8379465100707149388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8379465100707149388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-552840257732745201</id><published>2009-05-30T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:18:06.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So friday night was the first night I finally had some free time. &amp;amp; I made plans to go down to the gym with my cousin. :) I was mad tired after work already, but ever since I re-discovered my love for gyms, after a session, it always made me more energetic. So ran the usual 4km, and cycled for 1km to relax. &amp;amp; I realized how weak my arm muscles are. Terrible, terrible. Mum stayed over since she joined dragon boating i think? or was it canoeing? Told them all not to ever wake me up on saturday morning or else they'll be murdered. Hahahhhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep was good, but had to go and look for more stuff for the house. So plans for a swim were dashed. I'm seriously bored of looking at furniture. Sis was in a good mood when we went to marine parade shopping centre, so she told me I could get any magazines I want. O.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are coming to an end. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-552840257732745201?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/552840257732745201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=552840257732745201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/552840257732745201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/552840257732745201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-friday-night-was-first-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6758519153347296512</id><published>2009-05-27T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:35:52.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday night marked the official day I moved into Paya (sp?) Lebar for 1 month. Well, it does feel like a mini vacation, since I'm away from home, but I hope I do recognise my home at the end of June, since it's going through major alterations. Each day, my waking up time is 5.30am (goodness me o.o) but I'm managing but barely after 3 nights. The worse would be on mondays and tuesdays, where I would have to go down to the clinic after work. Just when I anticipate a looooooong journey back, my boss have kindly took pity and through his genorosity, he fetched me back on both nights this week! ALLELUIA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After killer monday and tuesday, I took half day off today to meet 2 of my favourite people, Linda and Janel for Sakae buffet. :D :D :D I reached town an hour early, so went to shop around and bought myself a shirt and skirt. Met up with them around 2 plus, and off we went to wheellock for lunch+dinner. Seriously, I ate till I was too full for dinner. Dinner was suppose to be at my uncle's mum's home, but all I did was watched TV and ate grapes cause I could not eat another bite. So leftovers from tonight is going to be my lunch tmr. So now I'm at home, and preparing to sleep at 10pm. Madness. This never happened if I were in clementi, but suddenly 10pm seems so late for me. But the good thing is that, I'm always having good breakfast now, &amp;amp; I think I'm putting on weight. =.= But it's okay, the pool is calling me on saturday morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6758519153347296512?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6758519153347296512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6758519153347296512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6758519153347296512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6758519153347296512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-night-marked-official-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8956957153300415156</id><published>2009-05-23T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T16:59:28.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm moving to the east!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8956957153300415156?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8956957153300415156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8956957153300415156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8956957153300415156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8956957153300415156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-moving-to-east.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-522810927611790777</id><published>2009-05-21T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:57:07.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been feeling so terribly tired these past few weeks. The week after exams, and since then I've been averaging about 5-6 hours of sleep only. This is terrible, it's suppose to be a HOLIDAY. :( I'm suppose to sleep and do what I want till the cows come home. Monday was exhausting. After work, I rushed down to the clinic, and gotta face some CB people. Seriously, we do not owe them anything, and it's them who require service, and they still like &amp;amp;$#^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;**!&amp;amp;%. One type of customer I hate the most are those who insist on seeing the dentist eventhough we are full. &amp;amp; they can go, you go and ask the dentist, I'm his good friend/always come here, etc. Only to find out the last time they visited was a few years back and we never heard of them before. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least tuesday was much better. Met up with Dixon and NZ after work, &amp;amp; I realised how much I miss hanging out with the both of them. Usually I'll just listen and hear them talk, but it's that comfortable feeling and enjoyment that made me appreciate the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was church after work. Dozed off alittle during sermon, was pretty tired so please god don't hold it against me. In the longest time ever, I went out for dinner with my sis and we actually talked as in really talk. All along I thought she was goody two shoes; I've never seen her come home late, and do whatever the mother says. In addition, we never have similar personality so we're not exactly the closest kin to oneanother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner last night over at sakae, I realized beneath the exterior is something much more conflicting. Doing what the matriarch wants so as to keep peace especially after her recovery of a long and tough illness, having 'suan le' as her motto (IMO), seems like my sister do sacrifice a lot for this family. Having strict parents like mine, in the beginning, getting freedom outside is very difficult. Therefore, I always do one thing that I know best, pushing the limit. Soon, they got used to it, and pretty much left me alone. They barely call me when I'm out, only once in a while by my dad, whom would offer to drive me home if it was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my sister, when it's not even 12, calls would come from my mother, asking about her whereabouts. My sister is a wanderer by nature, so it's not surprising to find her in a place different from where she originally planned. Idk why, but I suddenly felt sorry for my sister. Naturally, while I listened to how caged she sometimes feel, the only advise I would give her is to rebel and when to throw tantrums. Horrible advises to some, but it really does put your point across. Well, it did work for me. It's abit weird, I'm at least 1.5 years younger than her but with much greater freedom. I'll go mad if I were her, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to a better news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'M GOING TO BANGKOK!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, the destination would not matter, as long as it would be out of S'pore. Need to satisfy my urge for travel. It's still a month + a week away, but the good thing is that air tickets and lodging are cheap! Its political situation is not a bed of roses, but reading forums so far, they pretty much leave foreigners alone, and just avoid the corporate colour of mcdonalds. This is the first trip I'm funding all by myself, even my shopping expenditure. So pretty much excited about it, feeling alittle more mature suddenly. HAHAHHAS! I've never checked air ticket prices, I've never done any planning for holidays, all I did was pack my bags and get ready to fly. I still rmbed last year when I went to HK, I left without having any foreign currency with me, since I know I'll somehow receive some. This time, though I did zero booking, but getting involve in alittle research, and becoming more conscious about budget, it's a small step to being more responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, I have to change my atm card to a debit card before I fly off. A good time would be this saturday, which means I have to get up early again. =.= For the sake of a good thing, I'll do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-522810927611790777?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/522810927611790777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=522810927611790777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/522810927611790777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/522810927611790777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-feeling-so-terribly-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-292912332351712446</id><published>2009-05-16T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:52:01.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having my dad sitting beside me whenever I drive is the worst experience of my life always! He's always going, 'change lane', 'slow down', 'why do you turn the steering wheel like that','turn now' all those fucking shit even when I'm parking. When I'm parking, of course the mirror is to my perspective, so he will be like reverse all the way in and when it's so fucking near, I get the blame for just following his instruction. Just shut the fuck up and let me drive will ya? it's always so stressful with him sitting beside me, but I just endure it because I really wanna practise my driving. Just because my mum crashed the car before that doesn't mean I'll do it. &amp;amp; it's not like he's a saint either. He too had his own share of bumper kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I just could not take it anymore, &amp;amp; just showed an attitude. DO I CARE? NO! I got my license because I could drive and it's not as if I bribed the tester. Always getting so worried and squeezing the handbrake whenever I make a turn. PLEASE LAH! If I can't even do such a simple thing, do you think I can even pass my test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the mentality I would get into an accident, or not trusting me, just fucking look at the way you behave when I'm driving. Even you yourself will get annoyed. You think what? I'm still a teenage speedster with no sense of self control? C'MON! It's just driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I really deserve the right to be angry, and looking at the way other parents trust their kids, my dad is seriously way lacking behind. Always acting so cool, like sure no problem, and talking those empty promises, but if I really do it, you'll probably have a coronary problem right then and there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-292912332351712446?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/292912332351712446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=292912332351712446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/292912332351712446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/292912332351712446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/05/having-my-dad-sitting-beside-me.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-4509323391416099949</id><published>2009-05-15T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:28:25.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally back home after gyming+dinner with Linda. It feels so good after exercising, perhaps that's why I'm getting alittle addicted to it. Going to the gym made me realised it's more fun than running near my house! and alittle work out produces more results than running. The bad thing is that my legs would probably ache tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my shopping addiction is getting from bad to worse. :( I just went into the shopping mall with the purpose of going to the toilet, but i left the shopping mall with things I'm sure it's not a necessity, but rather because it was cheap. All I could think about was that it's cheap, and it's a waste not to get it. I'm losing my self- control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's a saturday, but I have to be at work at 8am. Seems like on monday they have a tender to submit, so it's crunch time between here and holland over the weekends. Seems like the time difference between the 2 countries causes a tiny bit of delays. Not really bothered actually, all I care it that I get paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading virgin suicides makes me so depress. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-4509323391416099949?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/4509323391416099949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=4509323391416099949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4509323391416099949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4509323391416099949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-finally-back-home-after-gymingdinner.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-75093321508249527</id><published>2009-05-14T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:57:39.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELL-O! Finally changed the skin after eons of being bored with it. It looks much neater to me anw. Been going to budget airlines website every single day but there's no &lt;em&gt;super sui&lt;/em&gt; timing as for now. I hope they suddenly come up with a sudden promotion like they did last time when I went to HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner last night was simple but fun in a way. Nice to catch up with the small lot of us. The only thing I hate about going to town at that time is that it gets mad crowded, and there's always a slight jam. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was much better. At least time past alittle quicker. Perhaps I'm finally getting my system use to the working world. I just calculated. All I need to do is work for 10 days and I will earn enough money for the trip. So 2 days down, 8 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work today, had the motivation to go for a 4km run. Today's run was good, as I finally did so without resting at the halfway mark. Hahahahhas! Must be the cool weather as it was dark by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better start picking up the books again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-75093321508249527?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/75093321508249527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=75093321508249527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/75093321508249527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/75093321508249527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/05/hell-o-finally-changed-skin-after-eons.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-5740172109515048117</id><published>2009-05-12T19:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:53:32.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just as I thought I would slack my hols away, turns out I'm back to working. My aunt says she'll find work for me, and since ALL the adults are asking me to work instead of slacking, guess that's what I would be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least now I have motivation to work, due to a possible exciting end of june, which I will not wish too much, least all of a sudden, plans fails. Thurs night was off to Double O for a fun girls night. We did have fun and music was really good, since it was hip hop and R&amp;amp;B. Pictures on faceybooky as usual. I only manage to sleep for 4 hours when my screwed body system woke me up way too early in the morning. Geez. When can I be back to normal? Slacked around at home since I was too exhausted to do anything, before pushing myself to go for a 4km run. Weather was way hot, but it seriously feels good when I pespire like crazy at the end of the run. Strong motivation to go again this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon was town with rene to get a birthday present. Attended audris's 21st birthday for awhile at night. (: So on sunday, we finally choose the tiles for the house renovation, which I did so being tired and grouchy. Renovations are due last week of May, of which by then everything of my stuff have to be in boxes. Hopefully I can move out to someone's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to Tampines 1 on Monday! Met Chewy at UQ and she seems to be so busy with work. She looks so tired. One thing I love about T1's topshop is that they have more clothings in my size. Bought a bunch of stuff, and went down to work, which IMO was a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was back to my aunt's company. Did not realised it, but it was 1 month ago since I went back. Got my dad to pick me up as usual to send me to the clinic. My boss loan me 2 movies to watch since he thought I have loads of free time now. Hahahhhas! Well, he is a movie buff and love introducing movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tmr. Woots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-5740172109515048117?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/5740172109515048117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=5740172109515048117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5740172109515048117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5740172109515048117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-as-i-thought-i-would-slack-my-hols.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8790807077484005041</id><published>2009-05-06T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:39:47.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today officially marks the start of the holidays! Woohooo! After last paper yesterday, went down to work which went really well I must say. 1 or 2 people did not turn up, walk ins who nicely went away when I said can't. :) Felt bad that I kept canceling on work, and people had to replace me during the exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For exams this time, it's not as easy as I hope it would be. Curious thing is that I was not as nervous as I was last semester, but the worse thing is that I kept thinking I have so much time. Smart move, sab. Am definitely sure I will not do as well as last sem. :( There goes the distinction. Rather, let's hope that no modules will be carried over in the new semester. Seriously, I cannot stand the stupid ruling where we have to pass exams to pass overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All exams did this time was gave me stress, dark eye rings, and a screwed body system which wakes up too early in the morning. I need my Zzzzzzs. =.= Hellppppp! &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; The annoying thing is that I suddenly feel so empty as I no longer have to study for anything. It's really a good time to start on my languages. I forgot like EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally gotten my long- needed haircut today. Really cheap at $15, since I went to the hairdresser who cuts my hair since I was in kindergarten. Honestly, she looks like she never aged. My hair is short at the moment, and I'm still undecided whether I like it or not. Work today was very peaceful, but the dentist came late, so I had 1 hour of nothing to do except internet and Reader's Digest. I need to get my jeans altered tmr. Keep procrastinating cause the auntie closes shop really early, and I'm lazy to trot my way down though it's only 2 blocks away. Will do so tmr, and hopefully a jog in the afternoon regardless of the heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8790807077484005041?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8790807077484005041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8790807077484005041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8790807077484005041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8790807077484005041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-today-officially-marks-start-of.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-7131143461276963767</id><published>2009-05-01T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:54:20.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's labour day todayyyy! Makes no difference to me, but had lunch over at BT as it was my grandma's birthday. Food was alright, and I got to drive today tooooo. It's been so long since I touched the steering wheel. Geeez, I wish I can sleep right now, the lack of sleep over these few weeks is taking a toll on me. Perservere sab, just 4 more days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last paper, and I have absolute zero motivation. Am I planning to fail or what?! All I have been doing is using the computer, eat and sleep. Been writing abit of notes but my progress is so slowwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the H1N1 situation is worsening day by day. The doc at my sis's workplace said that it is going to be worse then the birdflu &amp;amp; SARS. That's the thing that worries me, in case the parents say no to June's plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Sab! BACK TO WORK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-7131143461276963767?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/7131143461276963767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=7131143461276963767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7131143461276963767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7131143461276963767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-labour-day-todayyyy-makes-no.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-7086338609339282772</id><published>2009-04-29T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:50:23.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 down, 1 more to go! This semester's exams seem to be a torture. I was not as stressed and crazy as the previous one, but this one seems to be more of a half and half thing. Hopefully, I do not have to re-take any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper was one of the weirdest paper I've ever taken. Coming from Michael Schultz, I guess we can expect anything. Practically 3/4 left within the first hour, which wasn't a surprise, considering the word limit he imposed on every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhohow, was suppose to have a simple meal with the mum after the paper today. She decided on the last minute to ask if town was a better idea, and that's where we headed! I just needed some rest time after the hectic past week or so. Managed to get a bunch of toiletries and lingarie thanks to the Robinson sale. Popped by Mango, and got myself a pair of jeans which was really cheap at $75, and a pair of shorts. Will get the length altered together with my f21 jeans which will hopefully come by the end of this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the hols. There's plans, plans, plans!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-7086338609339282772?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/7086338609339282772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=7086338609339282772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7086338609339282772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7086338609339282772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-down-1-more-to-go-this-semesters.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-2096530483052234476</id><published>2009-04-08T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:52:38.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last lecture of the semester for me today! It was utterly boring but at least i listened 3/4 of it. Anws, met up with NZ to visit dixon at Mount E after his operation, and turned out my aunt also had her operation today at Mount E. Luckily it's a difference of only 2 levels so was really convenient for me. Glad to see them both doing fine after the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to do a little shopping and I finally bought the perfume from Harajuku Lovers. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322332030609703362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sdy4yG0swcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/w7aX_4Dpqbc/s320/Harajuku%2520Baby%2520Perfume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been reading these aussie mags and they kept mentioning about it + those adverts. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it's by Gwen Stefani, who's my ultimate icon and the epitome of cool. Couldn't resist also because it was so cheap! The salesgirl was really nice, since she gave me the sample set which contained all 5 types. I will gladly use it tmr. hee hee! :D Popped by Topshop and bought a shirt. This will conclude the end of my shopping till after exams. NO MORE! I NEED TO SAVE FOR MANY THINGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2096530483052234476?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2096530483052234476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2096530483052234476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2096530483052234476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2096530483052234476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-lecture-of-semester-for-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sdy4yG0swcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/w7aX_4Dpqbc/s72-c/Harajuku%2520Baby%2520Perfume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-7698041803283472221</id><published>2009-04-06T23:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:38:25.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what's today means? It means the end of projects!! Yeee-eeesss. But just 17 days more to the final exams though. Coooool siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, I finally managed to watch departure last friday night with L. One month since it's launched, it's still sooo popular. That means I had bad seats too. But it's really worth watching, and kinda made me remember how things were 5 months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On wednesday night after finishing Marcomm project. Finishing means a few minutes of photobooth madness! There's morrrrrrrrreeeeeeee pictures at Facebook. But it's quite a hassle to me to save pictures manually one by one. Is there a function where I can save entire albums at one go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SdofDu_PJtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mYBnpEL09ZQ/s1600-h/facebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321600058704996050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SdofDu_PJtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mYBnpEL09ZQ/s320/facebook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SdofDn9zeTI/AAAAAAAAALw/7o56O-P6mUo/s1600-h/photobooth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321600056819939634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SdofDn9zeTI/AAAAAAAAALw/7o56O-P6mUo/s320/photobooth2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321600057275676386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SdofDpqdduI/AAAAAAAAALo/Nqf1fFfNGAk/s320/photobooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SdofDZeFVII/AAAAAAAAALg/Yki3zvpBlqE/s1600-h/reneandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321600052928795778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SdofDZeFVII/AAAAAAAAALg/Yki3zvpBlqE/s320/reneandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photobooth always makes me perspire like crazy. The good thing is that we manage to finish much earlier than expected. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SdogxBrFnjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eUwqRrx9wjg/s1600-h/142127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321601936326499890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SdogxBrFnjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/eUwqRrx9wjg/s320/142127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sdogw6zeJ7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/5nPOxzYt5Tw/s1600-h/142136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321601934482614194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sdogw6zeJ7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/5nPOxzYt5Tw/s320/142136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My ethics group mates! Great job for the teamwork. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sdogw81omYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3aGPF6cYErs/s1600-h/wang+cafee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321601935028558210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sdogw81omYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3aGPF6cYErs/s320/wang+cafee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fisheye! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sdogwt-q-pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_RbE47l5Upg/s1600-h/photobooth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321601931039931026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sdogwt-q-pI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_RbE47l5Upg/s320/photobooth3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/Sdof-BGC4qI/AAAAAAAAAMI/KXUkMIIBstE/s1600-h/faceboook.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/15848685-7698041803283472221?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/7698041803283472221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=7698041803283472221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7698041803283472221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/7698041803283472221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-whats-today-means-it-means-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/SdofDu_PJtI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mYBnpEL09ZQ/s72-c/facebook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-4046400479844561885</id><published>2009-03-30T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:58:14.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday night was movie night at GV in VivoCity, and the queue was madness. Wanted to watch departures pretty badly but the seats left were the first row. So had to settle for Confessions of Shopaholic which wasn't exactly my 2nd choice, nor 3rd, or 4th. It looked really chick-flicky, and honestly the trailer looks dumb to me. Spending $10 on chick flicks wasn't what I had in mind at first, but I have to admit, the movie was rather good. Hahahhas! I love the series so was wondering how would they be able to squeeze 2 books in a movie, and the story line actually did worked pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished they added more of Suz though, since she was barely any substantial in the movie, but the movie did made me feel good at the end. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was at VivoCity, of course I had to do some shopping. Lately I have been having buyer's regret; buying things which I realised I shouldn't cause I probably would not wear it or because it suddenly looks so weird on me. But this time, great satisfaction! I honestly should think more carefully before purchasing something. Must be the stress of school and work recently that made me just want to buy something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time chatting with Linda tooo. Chilled abit at the coffee company or whatever that coffee house is called since B&amp;amp;J was full. Time really past real fast that day, but it was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-4046400479844561885?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/4046400479844561885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=4046400479844561885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4046400479844561885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4046400479844561885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/03/saturday-night-was-movie-night-at-gv-in.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-2139208777758056133</id><published>2009-03-09T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:32:38.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a loooong looooong day! 8am to report for work, before going down to the dentist. My neighbour apparently is a patient of doc's, and awhile in fact. What a coincidence! So far, I've found 2 people living in my block who goes there, &amp;amp; they're all very nice people in fact. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellllll, 2 weeks ago was an outing with NZ &amp;amp; D to ECP. It was suppose to be fun and cycling, but totally wasn't feeling for it that day. To my glee (&amp;amp; to their disappointment) it rained. Sorry guys!! But it was fun chilling out and mahjong-ing after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I finally met Linda at JP, which is a place I will probably not go back. Seriously, there is nothing there. Had to rush home as it turns out my dad's flight is half an hour early. So, I had to honor of having the car. Half way while driving to the airport, the air-con spoilt. =.= Wad luck, turned out the compressor spoiled, and fortunately the warranty expires only in July. Until this Saturday, let's pray for heavy rain and not sweltering heat like sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have a friend like you? You make me so miserable. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2139208777758056133?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2139208777758056133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2139208777758056133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2139208777758056133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2139208777758056133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-loooong-looooong-day-8am-to.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8096939402405263743</id><published>2009-02-22T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:42:42.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can I spend so much today on online shopping? T.T At least my skirt is sponsored as a long overdue christmas present. Cheapest one is years too. So should I be greedy and ask for more? Of course I should not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8096939402405263743?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8096939402405263743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8096939402405263743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8096939402405263743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8096939402405263743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-can-i-spend-so-much-today-on-online.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-4087849846006757324</id><published>2009-02-18T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:58:41.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got down to watching Gossip Girl &amp;amp; I LOVE IT! Decided to put it in the ipod as it's the only time when I can sit down and watch and not get distracted is while I'm traveling. Other than that, it's been work, school, work, project these past few weeks. Real Exciting. =.= &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Received V cookies and chocolates from the lovely Althea and cheewee. Really yummy I must say. (: To show how happy we were receiving them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303805708211953602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SZrnMNupn8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/CuuyKyPww9E/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303805711528521810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SZrnMaFYcFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RSmty-tF6A0/s320/IMG_1449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303805715629832978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SZrnMpXNexI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qVXjBsUNZ_o/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So sorry, no poses with the chocolates as we had no time, since we were doing project. But they were really nice. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning was spent with Rene watching a rugby match. The weather was terrible, but it was pretty fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303808429981124658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SZrpqpG_SDI/AAAAAAAAALA/tgj7n55kdhc/s320/IMG_1502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303808439722115154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SZrprNZbAFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/oYnU4OBye6U/s320/IMG_1506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303808432896246082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SZrpqz-AgUI/AAAAAAAAALI/StYVpDKvqc0/s320/IMG_1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the evening was a trip down Tea Party for Joanne's 21st partyyyyy! Real lovely place to chill and play games. Kinda like Settlers, &amp;amp; their pizzas are really nice. Sunday was back to school for projects. But at least one project was done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One moree to goooooooo, let's gooooo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-4087849846006757324?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/4087849846006757324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=4087849846006757324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4087849846006757324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4087849846006757324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-finally-got-down-to-watching-gossip.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/SZrnMNupn8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/CuuyKyPww9E/s72-c/IMG_1450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-3703089927993803756</id><published>2009-02-13T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:18:15.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>R.I.P, my poor sabster. I don't know where you went to, I don't know how you went away. Thanks for being a great companion during my bored moments. &amp;amp; Sorry I've got you replaced with something better. &amp;amp; me loving it ALOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-3703089927993803756?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/3703089927993803756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=3703089927993803756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/3703089927993803756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/3703089927993803756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/02/r.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-2914314687312131883</id><published>2009-02-01T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:28:40.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really annoyed when things were actually discussed, and when I get back and ask for updates, there are actually no replies. It's not like I did not try afew times, I actually did. Isn't it common courtesy even if you suddenly decide you don't want, instead of just leave things hanging? I do not believe the 'too busy to reply' rule. If there's even time to blog, I'm sure there's time to confirm with me right? I even did some research so please, don't waste my time if you're not serious at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, you might want to consider the people around you also? It would help you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2914314687312131883?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2914314687312131883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2914314687312131883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2914314687312131883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2914314687312131883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-really-annoyed-when-things-were.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8791908017642798666</id><published>2009-01-07T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:19:33.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess what, school has offically started 2 days agoooo! Great meeting up with the classmates again, but am still mad busy eversince hols started. Struggling with the jobs and school and driving, I don't know if I should extend my work at my aunt's office. Probably till end of feb. The pay is pretty enticing and hours are flexible; since I can choose when I want to come in, but the exhaustion is what I'm worried about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The project deadlines are already out and I predict in feb we will be rushing projs since we have some due then. For now, sometimes I reach home so exhausted, that I seriously lose my appetite for dinner. So how now, brown cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anw, around a couple of weeks back was Jenny and dixon's birthday. Could not attend dixon's party as my cousin's wedding dinner was on the same night. So after the dinner, met up with the rest at HV to go to Jenny's house! 3 pictures only cause I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288445550332363682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SWRVNWmOQ6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iCYC3JRFxc0/s320/grp+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A group picture by the christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288445555046307346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SWRVNoKHVhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GMMiuL6BSP8/s320/grp+shot+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We were lucky to meet a popular taiwanese host and take a pic with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288445557779545874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SWRVNyVxPxI/AAAAAAAAAKg/40NWKDHyom8/s320/pap+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Wanqi the spy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We decided to play 1 full game of MJ at the newly renovated room and go home after that, but we only left her place at 6 plus in the morning. Sunrise did not eventualised due to the clouds and it was mad freezing at the top I must say. Fun, nonetheless I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After christmas, met up with the girls for gift exchange which was very lovely. We were all terribly late sans YL, so thank you for your patience. Hahahhhas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't really remember the other bunch of stuff I did during the hols but I must admit it was one of the best. Everything I set out to do was completed. A new year, a new experience. Reaching 21 is definitely so fast and so scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8791908017642798666?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8791908017642798666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8791908017642798666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8791908017642798666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8791908017642798666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-what-school-has-offically-started.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/SWRVNWmOQ6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/iCYC3JRFxc0/s72-c/grp+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-6933035749199730740</id><published>2008-12-05T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:59:18.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exam results were yesterday, and it's alright I guess. It's all within expectation, and I will have to work harder next sem to improve my grades. No more last minute studying anymore! How many times have I stressed myself over this? =.= Like, 2 days to study BB, 1 day to study MR thanks to procrastination, I'm lucky to score a DI for them. I will not be this lucky all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhohows, I've managed to do what I planned for the hols. Gotten a job with a good pay thanks to my aunt. Plus, can save money on transportation and food for more shoppppping! The pantry is amazing, that's all I can say. The good thing about working directly under my aunt is that it's not stressful and very easy to ask for help if I require.One funny thing is always trying to be formal in front of one another when other colleagues are around so as to not let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only complain I have is that the office is soooo cold. Last week the thermostate was a crazy 14degreescelcius. Madness. All these working makes me miss studying alittle. Studying does not occupy whole lot of your time but working does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly appreciate my PT job at the clinic. If I thought it was tiring, it suddenly feel sooo relaxing. It's seriously the best PT job I ever have. Good pay, much freedom, a green veggie boss, near my house, little working hours. It is just travelling there after work now makes the evenings exhausting. The only annoyance are some patients. Sometimes, I just wanna shoot them and scream at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been meeting up with the girls and friends after work, it's so great to see them all again. Will post pictures when I have them. Can't wait for the gift exchange~~~! kekeke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally signed up for kor lessons with sheeeeeeena. I hope I understand at least something. It reminds me of how I TRIED studying french for 1.5 years but nothing good came out of it. All the phrases I rmb know it's through memorisation. It's all the way at freaking far TPCC, but luckily we stay near each other, so we have each other's company during the journey. Whatever the case, I WILL MASTER IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6933035749199730740?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6933035749199730740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6933035749199730740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6933035749199730740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6933035749199730740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/12/exam-results-were-yesterday-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8209440335629630143</id><published>2008-11-13T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:20:05.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After a long struggle, the ups and the downs, he's finally gone. A real fighter I must say, living longer than expectation. Just yesterday, things were so normal, work, driving, teevee, and then this morning, the news that he said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time I was sleeping, people were trying.&lt;br /&gt;The time I was sleeping, people were crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the person whom I thought he was, regardless of everything that has been done, may he finally R.I.P, and be as happy where ever he might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lovely aunt and precious cousins, we'll all be here for you forever more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How apt the weather is, the rain never stop ceasing, it just gets stronger and harder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8209440335629630143?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8209440335629630143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8209440335629630143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8209440335629630143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8209440335629630143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/11/after-long-struggle-ups-and-downs-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-5552717159175802299</id><published>2008-11-10T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:21:22.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM ELATED! EXCITED! EUPHORIC! in other words, FUCKING HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are over, over, over. I seriously almost died for this exam. In NP, it's seriously difficult to fail, but in here, there is a greater possibility. But I don't care until Dec 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, enjoy the hols!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-5552717159175802299?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/5552717159175802299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=5552717159175802299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5552717159175802299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5552717159175802299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-elated-excited-euphoric-in-other.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6864917379582804869</id><published>2008-11-06T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:18:37.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last paper on monday!last paper on monday! last paper on monday! This exam period lasted for an excruciating 17 days. stress and worry. Tsk tsk. Ihope I don't die of coronary disease before monday rolls by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6864917379582804869?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6864917379582804869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6864917379582804869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6864917379582804869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6864917379582804869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-paper-on-mondaylast-paper-on.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-2349769222703200974</id><published>2008-10-17T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:14:11.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to all my close friends for the birthday outings, &amp;amp; friends for the birthday wishes. Had a nice time this year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not elaborate much, other than exams are coming, and it's giving me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwaitingggggggg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2349769222703200974?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2349769222703200974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2349769222703200974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2349769222703200974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2349769222703200974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/10/thanks-to-all-my-close-friends-for.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-743191060717096620</id><published>2008-10-07T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:44:45.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>News No.1: Chewy have received a job offer already! IMO, the job's really good, in terms of learning and of course monetary. Congratulations! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News No.2: The matriarch latest check up was given an all clear. :D So it's just 4 more years of keeping one's health well, more exercising, and then it's an offical clearance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News No.3: I've cut my hair real short. Even I have fringe now. It takes a real getting used to, and he cut it short &amp;amp; asked me to grow it. I've pinned my fringe up now cause it's irritating me at work, but so auntie looking. =.= Will dye it after exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-743191060717096620?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/743191060717096620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=743191060717096620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/743191060717096620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/743191060717096620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/10/news-no.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-4108430959033020571</id><published>2008-10-01T14:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T15:09:03.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last friday was a day out with Isabella, Che-re-yel and pokie! The original plan was to watch a movie, but we were all late, so by the time the last one came, it was too late for one. We decided to shooppp instead! Bought a couple of stuff and walk a gajillion miles, and reaching home totally exhausted. On sat, I managed to leech off 3 tops from my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking on the bus, and she told me something that made me worried. I guess till now it's still denial for me? This tough journey began in Feb 2007, but everytime an update comes in, I just shut myself up and pretend not to listen. Sometimes, it's not that I don't care, it's just that I'm scared too. I may look brave and emotionless, but it's all not true. It's just my way of pretending everything is going to be alright. Optimism eh? But of course, things don't always improve, no matter what people say. Every news come with tinge of negativity. it scares me a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hearing things like 'prepare for the future in case I'm gone' 'you have to take care of yourself' does not really make me feel any better you know. It's effing reality, and I can't face it. Let me dwell in superficial dreams and fantasies while we're talking about this please? So while I'm still here, so will you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;On monday, was a real long day for me. Woke up in the morning for driving, then rushed to school to start on our proj. After that we had to go for lessons, which was totally boring by the way. Was trying to take down notes, but the sandman was pretty strong. After lessons, went down to Bugis to meet WJ and Mich for dinner! (: It's been a long time no see, close to a year? Dinner at some thai place, walked around and finally dessert at 记得 吃. It was home after that, then I had to start on my proj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, it was morning at Tse Hwee house for project. Had macs breakkie with Cheryl and Isabel first before we walked our way there. Had to leave early for driving lessons. Drove auto today and it was soooo easy! I srsly love it. Idk why I take manual for. hahahhas! My instructor had to tell me to watch my speed a few times. They change the gears for you, just acc, break, acc break. Shiok manns. After driving, I got 1 hour to waste before work, so I went to the lib to borrow a book, then headed to delifrance for early dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many walk ins at work today. =.= But managed to reject some of them again. I think I'm beginning to be quite a pro at this. hahahas! Beginning, when I first started, it was so difficult for me. I tend to be so gullible and believe everything they say. Now, haha! Treat me evil, kekeke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's children's day and Hari Raya. &amp;amp; I'm stuck here doing proj, while mum and sis at work. Grandpa's house later. My only place to get weekly home cooked food. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-4108430959033020571?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/4108430959033020571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=4108430959033020571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4108430959033020571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4108430959033020571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-friday-was-day-out-with-isabella.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-3336091674250213665</id><published>2008-09-25T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:33:57.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 projects down, 1 more to go! It was a mad rush for MR proj, when we realised 2 days before the dateline that it was practically only 10% done. It was a mad rush on tues; with a last minute decision to stayover. So it was from school to work, then back to sch at around 10 plus to go to Rene's house. Chased away all the walk-ins and thank god 2 walk ins cancelled. Made a mini- stop at chomp chomp for dinner, and off it was to rene's place for a stayover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know how we managed, but after barely sleeping, it was off to school to meet Althea. Stayed there till 10 plus before meeting this morning, and then went to Tse Hwee's house to finalise and complete the project. Yyyyyessss! Then it was photobooth time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I realised that we sat the same place at all times.&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_5249901026063959490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNtlKwSARcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Jci9SiIVyCo/s320/Photo+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Top: Tse Hwee, Rene&lt;br /&gt;Bottom: Me, Cheryl, Isabel&lt;br /&gt;We're just missing lovely Altheaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249901028411052914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNtlK5BmE3I/AAAAAAAAAHg/t93YLuRvDRo/s320/Photo+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249902730339569170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNtmt9M-ThI/AAAAAAAAAIY/RFFBs5cqp48/s320/Photo+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249901032471991250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNtlLIJzE9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/zJgeWO_RpTg/s320/Photo+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249901032809973762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNtlLJaYSAI/AAAAAAAAAHw/-w8pmkEPPbI/s320/Photo+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is really scary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249902733466817362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNtmuI2kU1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/iHBvdVu1kJ8/s320/Photo+262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249901035647269250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNtlLT-1-YI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RrXOHI8lQog/s320/Photo+246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249902724067108658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNtmtl1gJzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ncE08eKQWAc/s320/Photo+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Superheros!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's all folks! Of course there's more, but really lazy to upload all of them. Glad to meet such cool group mates in school. (: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like Totally~! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahhhahhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-3336091674250213665?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/3336091674250213665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=3336091674250213665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/3336091674250213665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/3336091674250213665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/09/3-projects-down-1-more-to-go-it-was-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNtlKwSARcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Jci9SiIVyCo/s72-c/Photo+200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-6399207944027354157</id><published>2008-09-21T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:19:15.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past few weeks had been loads of fun, which of course has to come to an end. Currently, it's the project season, and it's making me lose sleep. &gt;:( Have forgotten what I've been up to though. hahhhahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 or 3 weeks ago was the bash at zouk! &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 align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248147893712470162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNUqtBVyQJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O0ZA7rBNIbc/s200/P9060282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some of my lovely school mates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248147884081308802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNUqsddiZII/AAAAAAAAAG4/PvC_KtabtKc/s200/P9070299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Classmate! Think we were slightly woozy by then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were pretty much red in most of the pictures, no thanks to the 1 for 1. The event was pretty much boring, but the friends made it better. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week was a birthday outing for Michelle. But before that had to do DC proj with my cool group mates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248150711896714130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNUtRD5RK5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YCvBReB5aZ4/s200/DSC03936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The pic is not taken on that day btw. Let's all work hard for the rest of the projs! (: After proj meeting, ate Sakae with the usual gang. Talked, gossiped, had fun. Just like we always do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, was a meet up for Janel's 20th birthday. Crystal Jade at Holland V, with Linda being exceptionally early as usual, and ended up waiting for the both of us. They were both sick (guess I'm the strong one. hahahhhas! :x), so rest well and drink loads of H2O. A stop at Haagan Dazs to hang and chill, before going home. (: No pics as it's with Linda, but thanks for the meet ups guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, had a nice dinner before sending the uncle off again. Bon Voyage~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6399207944027354157?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6399207944027354157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6399207944027354157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6399207944027354157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6399207944027354157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-past-few-weeks-had-been-loads-of.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/SNUqtBVyQJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O0ZA7rBNIbc/s72-c/P9060282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-6546470718830101152</id><published>2008-08-31T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:32:47.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My latest obession is the new twilight series! Thanks to Isabel's introduction to it, I can't get enough of it. Read book 1 &amp;amp; 2 within a day. Probably because I read around half of book 1 before, and just 9.5 hrs of non-stop reading. Didn't even bother to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was glad to find out that my sister has bought all of them earlier, so managed to read everything within 4 days. Yayy! Totally bittersweet; happy that I finished it, but sad that it has ended. However, the movie is coming out this christmas. MUST WATCH! Was reading imdb.com and the actor that the author wanted to act as Edward, in my honest opinion, is looks way hotter than the current one in real life. But, he was too old to play a 17 year old kid. They also offered him Carlisle, but schedule conflict. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anw, the trailer is yums. Definitely going to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Jocelyn's 21st birthday party! Happy Birthday babe! Cake was good, company was great. After that, was overnight mahjong session at Christina's house! Christina, NZ, SH, Jenny &amp;amp; I went to Chomp Chomp first to buy supper, while the Dixon drove the others home to get their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate supper at tina's hse and then we started playing~. :D Byt the end of it, WQ, SH, Jenny &amp;amp; I lasted overnight. Stopped at around 7 plus, exhausted and looking terrible but happy. We later went for breakfast which to NZ's horror, Kwap Chap has all been sold out. Hahhahhas! Overall, it was great &amp;amp; definitely one of the best fun I've had. Thanks guys for the great fun and laughter, and thanks tina for inviting us over~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6546470718830101152?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6546470718830101152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6546470718830101152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6546470718830101152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6546470718830101152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-latest-obession-is-new-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8681950832987163945</id><published>2008-08-28T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:03:11.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrrrrrghhh! I'm so freaking annoyed! The f21 hoodie that I ordered is OOS! &amp;amp; It's not because I ordered too slow, but because the person's orders got cancelled, when we ordered at least a week ago! and don't know wtf happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it so much! yesterday it was still there, and now it's gone. =.=''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8681950832987163945?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8681950832987163945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8681950832987163945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8681950832987163945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8681950832987163945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/08/arrrrrrghhh-im-so-freaking-annoyed-f21.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6326456026283171280</id><published>2008-08-22T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:02:49.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a reaaally tiring day for me. Woke up in the morning for vroom- vroom lessons. So not a morning person, plus the sun was really glaring. But am really determined to get that darn license. After lunch, went to school for lecture. Gave myself a 2 hours break, then I had to to go town for my third lesson. At the end of the day, totally exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: cancel morning driving lessons next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6326456026283171280?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6326456026283171280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6326456026283171280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6326456026283171280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6326456026283171280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-was-reaaally-tiring-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-401062994890935322</id><published>2008-08-21T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:16:33.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just feel that I can never trust you, cause you betray your friends before. Don't you think it's all so fake, this friendship? I don't know what to say about you. I don't know why I treat you as my friend. You'll probably call or message only if you need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah...&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say goodbye when it all ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-401062994890935322?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/401062994890935322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=401062994890935322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/401062994890935322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/401062994890935322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-feel-that-i-can-never-trust-you.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6392759434122373228</id><published>2008-08-20T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:39:49.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, so last fri, was my second lesson. It's really tiring, but the teacher's funny, and you'll feel happy when the lessons end. So, if you have a bad day, it'll make you feel good. Good? yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, mum left for bangkok in the morning. too bad I can't go along cause of school. :( Let's try to make nov BK trip a possibility. Anws, at night we had our dearest president, Ms Foo Pei Fen's 21st birthday! Really fun, cause I managed to meet up with people I have not seen in the longest while. :D Was really happy with loads of laughter. hahhhhhas! Theme of the day: How I met you? That explains the shirts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236624584943247154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SKw6UK-enzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uKMg7J3gKLg/s200/CIMG6493.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Group Shot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236624586095269298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SKw6UPRJFbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vVnQWkQ4MVA/s200/CIMG6508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Candid. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236624592587176738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SKw6Unc7uyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sy4DZBPQblY/s200/CIMG6515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The nice birthday cake. yums-yums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just realised we only took group shots. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today, I had driving lessons again. Finally, I cleared stage 2. woots! I postponed my driving test to 14 Nov. Why? 9 Oct is too rush. o.o I'm not a superb driverrr. :( AHHHHHHHH! AM I FITTING IN THE STEREOTYPE OF WOMEN DRIVERS?!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But a nice thing happened today. I was going to be late for my lesson, so I decided to take a cab from Bukit Gombak Mrt. But when I reached there, the cab driver din have any change for my note, so he waived off the fare, and I only paid 70 cents! Am I lucky or wad? A million thanks to the driver for being really nice. Good karma will go your way. :D :D :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I need to trim my hair. Will grow it till it's long enough to change my hairstyle. Saving plan, HWAITING!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6392759434122373228?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6392759434122373228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6392759434122373228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6392759434122373228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6392759434122373228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-so-last-fri-was-my-second-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/SKw6UK-enzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uKMg7J3gKLg/s72-c/CIMG6493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-6160457811312374535</id><published>2008-08-09T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:37:30.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I had my first lesson! after a long time of postponing, I finally went. Was actually late for abit, cause I spent tooo much time in the library. Way longer than I expected. But luckily, when I reached, he was still talking and doing those basic introduction. So, I did not miss much, thankfully. But, since the class was quite big, he asked to split it into 2 classes, so I decided to change it to 8.30pm, where it will be much smaller, and I do not have to rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun actually, cause the teacher was funny, and it wasn't as bad as I thought. hahahhas! But my body is tired and slightly achy now. Especially, the back of my waist there. Not forgetting my tired arms. Sheeeeena, come back &amp;amp; we'll join together. I'm sure you'll love it tooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I also have school, work and driving lessons to keep me busy with. &amp;amp; I really like it. I don't know why, but I like to be kept busy all the time. So the more things there is, the better it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worrying thing for me now is my driving test. I'm still such a terrible driver. =.=' I cannot stand those drivers who have no pity on us, so I would always try to go faster and faster, and the instructor say my speed control is not good, and so is my braking. Should I postpone my test to alittle laterr???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6160457811312374535?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6160457811312374535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6160457811312374535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6160457811312374535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6160457811312374535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-yesterday-i-had-my-first-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-2248719190546351732</id><published>2008-08-03T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:33:25.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekend has came and left. Well, on saturday, I went for the NDP preview.  :D My cousin is performing, so she was entitled to 4 tixs, so lucky me managed to tag along. It's been a long time since I went to one. The last time was in primary 5. It was thhhhat long. hahahhas. Fireworks were fantastic, black knights were 2 thumbs up, so were the parachuters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to spoil it for anyone who has not watched it, I will say no more. Went home and watched the MAA. No red carpet! T.T It wasn't too bad, but could be better IMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had quite abit of annoyance during the parade. Seriously, I don't think I can EVER trust you again. Quit wasting my time, and think you're on top of the world. Honestly, start thinking of others too you know, and quit trying to be better than everyone else. Nobody cares at all. Only you. You're all talk but no action so far, and not considerate of others at all. =.=' Right now, if I see your face, I will really scream, cause that's how much you pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, today was my baby cousin's first communion. Congratulations! Lunch, grandpa's hse, dinner, homed. I really have to do some work now, but have been distracted. Hellppp, hellppp, hellppp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2248719190546351732?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2248719190546351732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2248719190546351732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2248719190546351732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2248719190546351732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-has-came-and-left.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-1689196739256853099</id><published>2008-07-29T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T01:50:42.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's so many things to do, but I just can't start at all. I feel as if I lost something inside, and it's not the same as before. So many people have let me down, &amp;amp; it's depressing me even more. Worse thing of all of this, you just had to be one of them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have not been going well, honestly, this year, what's wrong?! Why do I have to go through this again &amp;amp; again &amp;amp; again? Everything has just been a facade, a comfortable place now gone. I thought it could be replaced, guess what, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I was not good enough, perhaps I do not belong. What's good that has come out of this, totally nothing much at all. These months I've encouraged myself, to continue what I believe. But I just simply run out of gas, and now am lost in dump zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be there to hear me cry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-1689196739256853099?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/1689196739256853099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=1689196739256853099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/1689196739256853099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/1689196739256853099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-so-many-things-to-do-but-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8013155174731036895</id><published>2008-07-25T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:42:45.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After waiting for more than a month, my reservation for a book has finally been made available. :) Yakuza Moon, it's called. I first read about it on the sunday times. With the story centering about life in the Japanese traids, it certainly piqued my interest on reading about a whole new environment so remotely different from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it certainly did not disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that my obsessive reading behaviour took over. hahahhhas! I can't imagine a person going through so much just before she reached 20 years old. Sex, drugs and violence. Totally unimaginable. While reading the book, I could just feel my heart racing non- stop, and I don't know why, some sort of fear just grips me eventhough I've finished reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be too emotionally involved to the book. But certainly worth reading it. If it was made into a movie, I think it would be really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I went to Queensway today to buy my Nikes but there was no size! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'We only have size 6.5 left. Want to try?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Our biggest size is 7.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted it so badly, and there's even a 30% off. Can someone just stab me please? ahhhhhh. So in the end, I bought a top instead. But still, I rather those Nikes. It's only $91! It's really worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God's telling me to save money. *Humph*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8013155174731036895?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8013155174731036895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8013155174731036895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8013155174731036895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8013155174731036895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-waiting-for-more-than-month-my.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-6829123256478717390</id><published>2008-07-24T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:22:17.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yayy, so today my f21 items arrived and I really love it. Finally something nice happened after a long and tiring week. So anw, my mum is going Bangkok and she's inviting me to go with her BUT! there's school! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the third trip this year I have to reject!!!!!! ahhhhhhhh! :(((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly it was the trip to paris and amsterdam. I decided not to go since I did not want to blow all my money on that trip. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(which I think I did the right thing cause of ______. hahahhas!)&lt;/span&gt; Then, it is to NZ, but I got school, then now AGAIN it's because I got school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's sch projs to deal with. I'm still not back into the school zone, &amp;amp; sometimes wish I can go back to slacking. It makes life easier of course, but a million percent more boring. But after going through sch for 3 weeks, I am pretty sure I chose the correct course out of the other. I don't know why, but I still enjoy business modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got things all planned out, so all I left is to do it. hahahhas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-6829123256478717390?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/6829123256478717390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=6829123256478717390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6829123256478717390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/6829123256478717390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/07/yayy-so-today-my-f21-items-arrived-and.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-4582898906080014795</id><published>2008-07-10T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:52:34.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edit:&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching a chinese show on Channel 255, &amp;amp; the characters are so hypocritical. So annoying.  -.-'' But so  addictive. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ㅋㅋㅋ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, starting from this month, I'm going to start on my saving plan. Why? To go to S.Korea! Eversince dear sheena introduced me to K-pop, I've really wanna go there. Provided I lose interest in them within this 1 year, I am really determined to save ka-chings to go there. But it's going to be so difficult manns. My online shopping T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I go through some changes in my life, I cannot help but feeling alittle lost. I only have alittle direction, but I want more. Am I being too greedy? I do not really like this feeling of emptiness and ambiguity. It's so.. weird. I'm all set for the next year and half. My education, the things I want to learn, my plans for even my semestral breaks, I've planned for it all. However, after that, what do I do? Perhaps, as I go along, I will find the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to NP, it suddenly felt so comfortable and at home. That feeling where you know everything at the back of your hand, &amp;amp; where the people you know used to be so familiar. But like someone said, it's only been 3 days. I can't rush everything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I'm still at work now, &amp;amp; I'm feeling &lt;em&gt;tres&lt;/em&gt; restless. T.T I don't know why, maybe cause I'm feeling hungry and tired. There's also so many things in my head, but I don't know what. Dang, I think I sound so air headed. Literally. Something inside, but like blank? AIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, I passed my final theory! congratulations to myself. (: *Hi-5 to myself* Now all I left is my practical test and I'm a legal driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alritey, back to work. *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-4582898906080014795?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/4582898906080014795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=4582898906080014795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4582898906080014795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4582898906080014795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-still-at-work-now-im-feeling-tres.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-5073923820199509805</id><published>2008-07-09T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:45:52.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School has just started, &amp;amp; I'm starting to feel a tiny bit stress already. We already have projects to do, &amp;amp; of course the expectation is 10 times higher. But! I of course will persevere. ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-5073923820199509805?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/5073923820199509805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=5073923820199509805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5073923820199509805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5073923820199509805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/07/school-has-just-started-im-starting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-278338460195909600</id><published>2008-07-02T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:02:19.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SGuE0-iwreI/AAAAAAAAAEY/fpbrAxbYjs8/s1600-h/DSCF4506.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alritey, I've decided to update and do it more regularly since I'm going to start on a new phrase of life. (: From next week onwards, it'll be back to school for me. Not feeling too excited yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out on sunday night, cause it's dear YeeLin's birthday. Happy 20th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218410648901909906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SGuE1jvp_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qIvqaJaG39Y/s400/DSCF4508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218410639870709586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SGuE1CGcz1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/1KYVW1JftLQ/s400/DSCF4507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We spent loads of time on your present, so hope you really like it. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218410653448333522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ca46Em3am0c/SGuE10rm6NI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NQAFK2t4k-0/s400/DSCF4509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Group Picture! (W/out Ms. Choy due to something else more important *ah-hem*)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met up with Ning Zhen in school to do a teeny weeny present for Sheena. Kinda missed school food alittle, but school now seems alittle quiet. Slacked for awhile, then went to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met up with NZ again, cause we had loads of things to do! She had to get some presents, while we had to finish sheena's present. So, we went from Taka, to CK Tangs, to Far East, and then back to Taka to get everything. &amp;amp; of course to see some personal stuff. Then it was off to Changi Airport to say goodbye to my dear friend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello Sheena! Now that you are away from home, your maid, and everything, please take care of yourself and see you back in december!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yayy, satay's here! toodles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-278338460195909600?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/278338460195909600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=278338460195909600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/278338460195909600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/278338460195909600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/07/alritey-ive-decided-to-update-and-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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/_Ca46Em3am0c/SGuE1jvp_ZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qIvqaJaG39Y/s72-c/DSCF4508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15848685.post-4191469365508938257</id><published>2008-04-28T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:53:25.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A tagboard for someone.hahahhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates when I get pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; kekeke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-4191469365508938257?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/4191469365508938257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=4191469365508938257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4191469365508938257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/4191469365508938257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagboard-for-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-5330165956428690992</id><published>2008-02-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:57:03.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-5330165956428690992?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/5330165956428690992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=5330165956428690992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5330165956428690992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/5330165956428690992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8035705759086049854</id><published>2008-01-27T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:06:37.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! This week has finally ended. I finally ended up the 2 annoying projs on fri, and the last IS assignment on thurs. These 3 assignments and projects certainly has been a thorn in a flesh. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; SATs is completed too! (hahhhass! SATs was done on SAT! geddit? hee hee!) Sitting there in a room for 5 hours straight was very tiring. My back was aching, my stomach was growling, and my brain was tired from reading SO MANY passages. Now, all that's left is 3 more presentations and 1 last individual report and I'm done. Since it's more on presentation and not reports, I'm more or less rather relaxed compared to the stress level just one week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short get-away trip is confirmed! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8035705759086049854?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8035705759086049854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8035705759086049854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8035705759086049854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8035705759086049854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2008/01/yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees-this-week-has.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8864317107583472927</id><published>2007-12-25T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T14:12:53.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYONE! :D&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;Had fun receiving presents? Hhahhas! I sure did. :) I thought I could control myself till Christmas morning, I did managed to, but it was in the wee morning. Seriously, who's not excited in opening presents? :) When I think of that grey jacket in my wardrobe, :D :D :D !So basically, went to church on christmas eve as usual, then off to my grandpa's house for potluck. Played mahjong, and the only winner on that table was... me! Kekeke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; there's more presents to be received today! but depends on whether I can go to my aunt's house. Cause I have to go to another aunt's house first. :( Oh! and I got my dad to promise me that he'll get a new black frame specs for me. YES! It does not have to be the same, but as long as it's a black frame, it'll be like ________. (I think sheena can guess this one out. hahhhas!) But since yesterday, I have been pouring drinks for him, helping him cut bread... sheesh, not easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up this morning and saw Big Bang on KBS music break with their 'last farewell'. :) My dreams of going to Hong Kong is coming trueee! Yes yes yes! Hopefully it will not clash with exam week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Am praying real hard now. hahhas! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8864317107583472927?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8864317107583472927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8864317107583472927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8864317107583472927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8864317107583472927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-everyone-d-had-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-8780939627835515053</id><published>2007-12-17T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T01:18:12.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The hols are here! Have been doing christmas shopping for 3 days straight, and though I really love shopping, I srsly feel as if I'm dying from exhaustion right now. hahhhas! Perhaps, cause of the flu and cough which is real annoying. BUT! the good thing about x'mas shopping is that I can get things for myself too. My mum has been very generous, saying yes to almost everything, except for my PSP2. :( My sister did contemplate for a few secs, but my mum said nooo.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my stockings out already. Very fast, I know. Had it since kindergarten, and it was always a tradition to hang it at my doorknob before christmas. Yes, I used to believe santa existed. So every christmas morning, the first thing I would do is go to the stocking and see what Santa left for me. But always the same: chocolate, stickers, etc. hahhhas! I would write letters to him, and I remembered once I had a reply. and the envelop seal was wayyyyyy cool okay. You know you drip those candle wax and press a seal on it so that there's a symbol? The letter came like that. Plus! the stationery used just felt real authetic. How not to believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the stockings were filled by my parents yearly (which I found out eventually), and the letter probably came from my aunt or something, but somewhere wayyyyy deep, I still kinda believe in Santa. Stupid, perhaps, but at least it keeps me happy! U see ah, for those children who do not write in to Santa, of course he will not know what they want, so he can't give them any presents. Then there are children who wish for world peace, or more time or whatever, how to give something intangible? He can't give a voucher that says,' Redeem this to end a civil war'. Cannot right? Plus, add time differences and non- believers, he will have time to deliver presents to all children who ask for something he can give. Make sense right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anw, I only had one paper for common test, so not much of a worry. :D But of course there's projects to be done. Sheeeeshhhh. So after the paper, Sheena showed me a place that allows people to purchase unofficial item of DBSK. They even have ez-link stickers! o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real late, so will update more laterr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Belated Xiah Junsu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-8780939627835515053?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/8780939627835515053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=8780939627835515053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8780939627835515053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/8780939627835515053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2007/12/hols-are-here-have-been-doing-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-2021116233665802074</id><published>2007-11-25T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:33:13.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Red Camp is overrr! No pics cause I'm real lazy to post any as usual, but can pop by Sheena's blog to see them. (: Finally! Seriously, I'm so glad that for the roadshow I do not have to do any more slides. Starting from scratch, many changes, I think the more I see it, the more I feel like puking. hahhhas! But the good thing about this red camp is that it seriously made our class real bonded. &amp;amp; the things I learnt. Can't really say it, but can feel it. :) I thought I would miss the IT corner, but I didn't. hahahhhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, just received an email that it's back to the training room for a meeting with regards to the roadshow. Sheesshhh. All I want is to watch Youngwoong Jaejoong all day. hahhahhas! He's currently in KL right now. Hwaiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wassup with me? Well, I finally coloured the hair after saying for so long. Did loads of online shopping that's making me broke. Many projects that's leaving me tired. Making plans to learn new stuff. :) Hopefully I can go on a holiday soon. Please make next year's HK trip come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I got a gold for napha! yayyyy! it made all the aches that I felt after that worth it, okay. Partly it's because of my pride (or ego?) that I refuse to settle for anything less. Hahahhas! It was the first time I had to try hard just to get it. I mean, I've always received gold, &amp;amp; if for the last time, I had a silver instead, I of course would be :'(&lt;br /&gt;The upside of it is that I can now suan yong beng. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to Chinatown today for dinner cause dad had to get a chinese top for Shanghai Night. (Personally, I feel this theme is way overused for a D&amp;amp;D. But it is afterall the easier dressing theme.) After this trip, remind me to get a husband that loves fashion too please. (like Jaejoong. wahhhhahahas! &amp;amp; Sheena, stop having those 'whatever' thoughts if you are currently thinking so. hee hee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so difficult to find something cause he would not look through the racks, and NOT try the top PROPERLY. &gt;:( So less than half an hour later, we are done. &amp;amp; of course, not because we found an outfit, but because he gave up. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't care luh, I managed to get a top from dorothy perkins so I'm happy. &amp;amp; of course fulfilled my OJ craving. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Audris, plan a sentosa trip soon for the hols alritey! :D wanna use my islander. hur hur! :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! -.-zzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-2021116233665802074?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/2021116233665802074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=2021116233665802074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2021116233665802074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/2021116233665802074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2007/11/red-camp-is-overrr-no-pics-cause-im.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</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-15848685.post-1511464622594800091</id><published>2007-11-08T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:35:21.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short Update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spreeing of late eversince I received my pay and allowance. Just cleared 1, and I added 2 more! Spent $80 plus just for 2 items. :\ But it's really worth it, and I really love it! So right now, I have 4 sprees at hand. Hopefully, 2 of them can be cleared within the week or the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, school's been rather busy, esp with the red camp stuff. Time's really a struggle since it's so short. I really hope we do well for it cause I HATE to fail. I'm sure we're all trying our best aiight? Plus the projects that are due next week. Hiakzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15848685-1511464622594800091?l=thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/feeds/1511464622594800091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15848685&amp;postID=1511464622594800091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/1511464622594800091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15848685/posts/default/1511464622594800091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrumbliestflakiestparty.blogspot.com/2007/11/short-update-been-spreeing-of-late.html' title=''/><author><name>TheRealThing.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17506767975762930599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
