<?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-8798353541684341348</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:00:17.341+08:00</updated><category term='versing) (Hee.)'/><category term='you lied'/><category term='pink'/><category term='ignore this disgusting post'/><category term='fly'/><category term='im having a label for once'/><category term='life at large'/><category term='dynamite'/><category term='hanyi'/><category term='nicole'/><category term='list'/><category term='i missed act today &apos;cause of dental appointment where i got my braces tightened and an elastic band put on my teeth so that my teeth will move together'/><category term='click on the 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-3801932768010147220</id><published>2011-12-29T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T21:44:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh look what the cat dragged in.. me, lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;blogging about chalet~ it's the first time our squad organised something of this scale, i think. i know i said i'd stop blogging but i woke up with the urge to write about chalet ;_; so, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;yes! reached chalet @ 2+, when squadmates were still at school. thenjia sijia and i just hung around and practised for *that*. when ma'ams came i literally collapsed in shock because omg! i'm so glad we decided to part the windows on the door because if ma'ams had &lt;i&gt;peeked through the fabric &lt;/i&gt;or whatever that would've been so much creepier omfg.&lt;br /&gt;anyway we let ma'ams in and watched tv (ma'ams had a snsd mv marathon loooooool) until squadmates + 44 + 45 finally came, which was 7+. which meant we waited for &lt;i&gt;5 hours&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;lol. but all was good because sharlene brought KOI. also because, yay! squadmates! and 44 and 45 ^^ at least the awkward atmosphere was lessened~ thenjia/sijia/i were just sittin' around, with the occasional discussion of the current tv show with ma'ams.&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyy dinner. omfggg how awkward it was~ because thenjia and i were the only ones at the table with ma'ams. not that i'm scared of them or whatever (seriously). i just didn't know what to do/say and then ma'ams asked me questions idek how to answer and ughhh i just appeared very nervous. because i was (i lost my appetite lmao ;_; such a loser ;_;). anyway, after that we went back and bathed (but i didn't). anddd then squadmates played card games/werewolf with ma'ams and 44/45 while some of us went up to prepare for amazing race ;_; we seriously put in so much effort into the planning process okokok idk why the final result wasn't as good as we thought it'd be ;_; after an hour or two we rejoined the group, and then a while after ma'ams went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us slept around 4?5? playing card games haha ._. i woke at 7+, when someone woke me up D': then some squadmates went out to fetch 45/wenlie, the rest of them went to buy stuff for the bbq, so in the end only khengfang sijia and i were left lol. i fell asleep again (but for a short while!).&lt;br /&gt;when squadmates came back the organisers for the amazing race went to recce the place ^^ it was pretty fun i guess~ especially at the playground o_o&lt;br /&gt;we went back around 11 and hung out for a while at the chalet with ma'ams until the rest of the unit returned from their bonding game.&lt;br /&gt;after that... lunch!&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, amazing race! as i said, it wasn't great. it wasn't a complete failure so kudos for that, i guess? imho it wasn't that fun, probably 'cause we scrapped some stations due to time constraints. how annoying ;_; i just hope it was sufficiently enjoyable ^^&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to the chalet around 4+. squadmates went to set up for the bbq while some of us talked to 45. i really hope 44 didn't feel left out (they'd ma'ams to play with/talk to! right?).&lt;br /&gt;thennnn 45 had to leave :/ and ma'ams came out to watch us bbq lol i admit i'm useless at most of it :/ i even put out the fireee lol.&lt;br /&gt;BUT at least i'm good at flipping satays ^^ but squadmates came to steal my one and only job so at the end i barely did anything. oh well, at least ma'ams/44/45 enjoyed (????) the bbq! i only ate hotdogs + satay creyz i regret it. bbq food is delish :(&lt;br /&gt;after the bbq, we'd squad performances and present-giving ^^ i hope the bravo present is okay for ma'am omfg D: and ma'ams gave us presents tooooo.&lt;br /&gt;then i'd to go home. sigh. it was really late too :(&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired right now i can't even :/ tired + headache + possible fever dear goooodnessssssss crying. plus my math -________- and i feel sort of regretful about chalet. some parts of it at least. manz.&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday was the *farewell* chalet, which means byebye to ma'ams and hello to a new year of being ncos.&lt;br /&gt;i should sleep soon because i can feel myself becoming more and more incoherent but omggg my math ;_;&lt;br /&gt;bye guys :( :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-3801932768010147220?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/3801932768010147220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6010930150064153505</id><published>2011-12-09T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T15:56:09.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taiwan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;i'm back! from taiwan! and yes, i know i said that i'd not be posting here anymore. last post, i assure you.&lt;br /&gt;well so. this year, i've been to taiwan twice: once with the school, once with my family. both trips were extremely enjoyable, but of course in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;with the school it was all about freedom! walking all around a foreign country without any parents... it was unique. i loved it. i could do whatever i wanted (but of course i set my own limits). this time it was more about feeling the place, because we went on an island tour (sort of?). we saw more of the culture. (also, my parents bought a lot)(oh goddddd so expensive i tell you)(ugh kena pian4)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, taiwan is special to me -inserts heart-. it really is. my first *proper* overseas trip was to taiwan, and the first experience is always special, is it not? (this sounds weird)(don't misunderstand)&lt;br /&gt;i feel very awkward writing this, just so you know. i'm rusty D: ugh ugh okay never mind. i shall talk about the things i bought this time round, then! less of clothes and more of cute stuff + stationery, lol. I LOVE ESLITE, I LOVE IT. i recommend everyone to visit this beautiful place. it has many departments, so i guess it's sort of like a departmental store? the bookstore + the stationery omg -crying-. I WANNA GO BACK &amp;nbsp;._.&lt;br /&gt;;_;&lt;br /&gt;the things i bought... i shall write about them.&lt;br /&gt;tingting's present~ i actually didn't want to buy anything for anyone -cough- because i already bought stuff for them earlier this year, but i just &lt;i&gt;saw&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;it and felt that it was very suitable. i can write freely about this because i doubt tingting reads my blog hahaahahah. okay. it's basically an item she's used before, and it's pink and it has french *things* on it.&lt;br /&gt;at the same store (actually, it was eslite)~ a planner for 2012. GDI I CANNOT RESIST THESE THINGS. notebooks are my weakness ;_; . (i went to a different outlet on my last day and saw more planners. ugh i wanted to buy them all but 1) my budget allowed it not 2) to be practical, one planner is enough for one year. THIS KILLS ME ;_____;) okay continuing this beautiful planner~ yep.&lt;br /&gt;i bought something for sabrina too, though. once again, i felt a sabrina vibe coming off it. (don't worry, sabrina, it isn't hello kitty anymore)(i'm sorry i keep buying you hello kitty things)(i am bad at buying gifts :/)&lt;br /&gt;what else. some owl things at one of the hotels' souvenir shops (we changed hotels every day o_o and this one was a resort-style in the mountains! it was cool because 1) in-room hot spring, yall!! 2) the fresh air). and, some cute candy (not really that cute, tbh. novelty items? yeah). what else? OH YEAH MY BROTHER BOUGHT SNSD MERCHANDISE AT XIMENTING. i didn't!! okay just one vitamin drink. but nothing else ._. he gave me two folders, though! i suppose i can use them at school o_O&lt;br /&gt;and and and. OH YEAH SQUADMATES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;squadmates!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;you know that gun we take out, the one with rubber bands as ammunition? I FOUND SOME AT A HAKKA MARKET (?). so i bought one! actually my father bought three (!!!). anyway the good thing is, we now can have two games happening simultaneously... if we get a board too. yeeep.&lt;br /&gt;okay. last but not least, that last day? it was free and easy, so my family went to taipei 101. we planned to, but we were distracted by eslite (my brother wanted to buy tintin)(I LOVE TINTIN, UGH). did i mention we took the mrt there? ~~ culture, yall! plus we took the public bus too (to jiufen, because the tour bus couldn't reach the train station on time)(i've to explain this. basically, the itinerary stated that to leave hualian we'd take a train. it was a 3h long and slightly&amp;nbsp;nauseating&amp;nbsp;ride. meanwhile the tour bus would take a winding mountain path to a place near jiufen, where we'd meet up after our train ride to this same place. however there was a traffic jam, so we took a public bus instead. yep).&lt;br /&gt;where was i? okay, so the last day at eslite!! we bought like, 4? or 3 tintin books (the 3-in-1 edition). i also bought a passport cover! (i refuse to describe it because you will accuse me of being a bimbo. i admit my preferences veer towards the valley girl style.)(okay.)(hot pink and electric blue)(plus a pony)&lt;br /&gt;(i swear it's actually very minimalistic)&lt;br /&gt;and a pen, for someone, and OMG MY BEST BUY OF THE DAY, POST-ITS. but wizard of ox post-its, for the low, low price of 150 dollars. MY GOD. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW EXCITING THIS IS.&lt;br /&gt;but the little shop/booth i bought these (passport cover, pen, post-its) had lots of other stationery that were very, you know, my style. like more weekly planners that were paris/alice in wonderland/vintage/wizard of ox-themed. the nearby shops had wonderful items too but i ran out of money.&lt;br /&gt;ugh i know that if i post this my image will be ruined!! again!! but seriously. if you go to taiwan please go to eslite (the branch &lt;i&gt;near&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;taipei 101), floor 4. anything from there that you think will suit me will do. thank you in advance :D&lt;br /&gt;okay bye!! the scent of burning incense is making my head hurt terribly. bye yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6010930150064153505?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6010930150064153505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6010930150064153505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6010930150064153505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6010930150064153505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/12/taiwan.html' title='taiwan!'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-4500415470204083133</id><published>2011-11-29T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:47:34.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;hi guys! it's been a long time without updates here, but i want some sense of closure (lol).&lt;br /&gt;yes, you read that right. i'm discontinuing this blog. that's not to say i won't everrr blog again, because i might (?) but i'm definitely not going to be writing here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;the reason for that is... i feel as though i've outgrown this blog. like a snake shedding its skin (!!), i am shedding my internet persona of "thepartypredicament".&lt;br /&gt;it has served me well for many years. i started this blog when i was a youthful 13-year-old, and now i feel old. graduation from nygh (!!!) is almost upon me (okay not really. but it'll come soon, i know it ;_;).&lt;br /&gt;that's why i can no longer bring myself to write here, because in this period i've grown a lot. in height etc etc but more importantly, in my... ? something? i don't know. in some ways i remain childish and stupid, but i've definitely matured... somehow. through np, through the ups and downs of 213... and 311.&lt;br /&gt;and so.&lt;br /&gt;this will be my last post here. if i make a new blog i'll inform you (you as in, my friends, not creepy people stalking my blog)! or not. lol.&lt;br /&gt;farewell... until we meet again ^^&lt;br /&gt;/edit 2 minutes after posting:&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH THE TAIWAN POST LOL. forget about it~~ because i'm going to taiwan again. the day after tomorrow. lol. thought you (?) should know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-4500415470204083133?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/4500415470204083133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=4500415470204083133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4500415470204083133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4500415470204083133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-beginnings.html' title='new beginnings'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-1552185959926271351</id><published>2011-11-01T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:46:47.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am &lt;b&gt;THIS CLOSE&lt;/b&gt; to getting &lt;b&gt;SNSD concert tickets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;PLEASE GIVE ME THE TICKETS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THANKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ ignore this foolish message. i was desperate lolol. i still don't have the tickets, but i'm okay with it. the chance will come again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-1552185959926271351?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/1552185959926271351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=1552185959926271351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1552185959926271351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1552185959926271351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-this-close-to-getting-snsd-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-884134306085211737</id><published>2011-11-01T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:53:51.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I seriously am tired. More than usual, I mean, and I suppose it's 'cause I'm sick D: I actually rarely fall sick -_- but this time I fell sick AFTER ATC ;_; which is horrible because I'm supposed to be feeling healthy and happy and less stressed out but no ._.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm bored. I've nothing to do. I suppose... I could do work? Like, in advance? (shifty eyes)(Fiona is not this type of person)(I want to change for the better, though)&lt;br /&gt;Later I shall print out the Math thing Mr Tan sent us :D and I'll do the questions!&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been into Photoshop :3 it's fun~ it really is. I'm bad at editing photographs though :( But generally I like Photoshop. I mean, it's a skill. Right? -is not guilty-&lt;br /&gt;Year after year... next year I will do well. But at the same time I'm trying to be realistic ._. and anyway I shan't share my goals on my blog, in case people judge me.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people judging me based on my results. More or less, it'll happen. I'm not a great student. I'm not a complete failure either (CHERYL YAU ASKED ME IF I CAN PROMOTE. HELLO.)&lt;br /&gt;I hate labels. Labels can help you identify things easily, but they don't show you everything. To be truthful, I dislike the SBGE/GEP tag. I think it's because GEPers are supposed to do well. I don't do well.&lt;br /&gt;When that happens, people judge me even more.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I sound a bit crazed ;_; it's probably because I've a headache, argh.&lt;br /&gt;I played Mario Wii just now, and I got 11th, 11th, 11th, 1st. The first 3 11th-s were because I was eating and navigating at the same time. The last win was when I focused.&lt;br /&gt;Is this what it is, then? Maybe all I have to do is to focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-884134306085211737?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/884134306085211737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=884134306085211737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/884134306085211737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/884134306085211737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m so tired.'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-4087481160457078789</id><published>2011-10-30T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:27:52.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Bravarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This year's ATC! was an interesting experience I guess, even though it was short. Being a sec3 is really different ;_; the rifle is heavier, and so is the burden. This is what we all have to go through anyway... so it wasn't too painful, in a sense. We expected it.&lt;br /&gt;Bathing was the least stressful part of ATC ._. washing away the soil and the tiredness~ haha. And omg the squadmates used the hose .___________. (so did I actually)(but I was the one who was using it when ma'am entered the toilet omg)(ugh)&lt;br /&gt;Night walk.. hmm. I think I might've been a negative influence HAHA because our post-it count was pathetic (I will not say it). I hope 45 doesn't learn from me ._. Changing parade :/ but I felt less panicky, obviously. Sec1 was terrible :( sec2 was slightly better, and sec3 is the best. Learning from experience! :D Which applies for everything. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Campcraft competition.. yey squadmates and 45, who did a great job. I've to say, this time it wasn't a complete failure -side eyeing my sec2 campcraft skills-. I know I'm lacking and I strive to improve... I hope I was okay. I think I was OKAY. But I don't know.. I should be more than just okay. (this applies for my everything omg)(being an NCO... :/)&lt;br /&gt;Rifle-snatching was good imo! I tried my best, I gripped it as tightly as possible. Of course it hurt a little. It might've hurt a bit more because I'd an injury there. A small one.&lt;br /&gt;I dreaded every second of that, though, because it meant one more chance for my rifle to get stolen ._. and when _ hit it it really hurt. Really did. Then _ did it and then I couldn't stop crying wtf.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have cried :/&lt;br /&gt;Going to ignore the PT part because I am ashamed. I can't explain it, because I felt dizzy and nauseous and I was trying not to show anything because.&lt;br /&gt;But I am still ashamed. Idk. I'm just going to skip over this then, while I sort it out myself.&lt;br /&gt;Responsibilities. I felt the burden very strongly during this camp. Last year, even though ma'am wasn't there, I felt less stressful. Sec2, right? We couldn't be expected to be that great. (Yes I know it's not a very good perspective to take.) But this year... we're NCOs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I tried my best. Is that what counts? Even if it's not enough?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&amp;nbsp;angsty&amp;nbsp;post HAHAHA partially because the SNSD concert tickets are all sold out .___. (I'm sorry, this completely spoils the mood but it's true!! Partially. UGH SO ANNOYED) mostly because now that ATC is over... we're in-charge.&lt;br /&gt;:( that's really scary.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I feel regretful that I couldn't stay for the entire ATC. I also feel annoyed that I had no appetite during the dinner, which is stupid. I had a stomacheache before ATC, but it temporarily left me because of all the action when ATC started. Then it returned during the dinner. OMGGGGGG). I also felt annoyed yesterday because 1. HELLO, NOT LIKE I SIGNED UP FOR IT OKAY 2. I TRIED TO BE NICE BECAUSE I KNEW YALL JUST HAD A TIRING EXPERIENCE 3. BE NICER TO ME AT LEAST? &amp;nbsp;4. I had a stomachache... which was annoying me even more so I was really cranky and stuff. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-4087481160457078789?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/4087481160457078789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=4087481160457078789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4087481160457078789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4087481160457078789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/10/being-bravarian.html' title='Being a Bravarian'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-1145572016542160933</id><published>2011-09-11T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T19:07:05.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm running out of time. The clock doesn't stop while I feed myself excuses.&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-1145572016542160933?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/1145572016542160933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=1145572016542160933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1145572016542160933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1145572016542160933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/09/running-running.html' title='running running'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-5932418096285330993</id><published>2011-09-04T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:46:57.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMG THIS IS SO FUN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QzihGk_oWEY/TmOZxpgdI5I/AAAAAAAACCs/zng3oraLyGU/s1600/P1010002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QzihGk_oWEY/TmOZxpgdI5I/AAAAAAAACCs/zng3oraLyGU/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648527435887354770" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL it's a bookshelf. It's kinda messy O_O btw those are CDs and uhm random books and a tube of Gatsby ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdwEL8kKKro/TmOZx38mLVI/AAAAAAAACC0/Nwxi94AfL88/s1600/P1010005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qdwEL8kKKro/TmOZx38mLVI/AAAAAAAACC0/Nwxi94AfL88/s320/P1010005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648527439763483986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cake! this is the cake we ate yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVcijFZxtPo/TmOZx4o4DsI/AAAAAAAACC8/pISradq_TqQ/s1600/P1010006.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVcijFZxtPo/TmOZx4o4DsI/AAAAAAAACC8/pISradq_TqQ/s320/P1010006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648527439949205186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am seriously spamming this function :3 it's so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCYolbKeNzQ/TmOZymEHMGI/AAAAAAAACDM/16e9B2ZKi00/s1600/P1010016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCYolbKeNzQ/TmOZymEHMGI/AAAAAAAACDM/16e9B2ZKi00/s320/P1010016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648527452143038562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some random paper bag + biscuit tin O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FtHPNedXg0/TmOZyc24FQI/AAAAAAAACDE/9ynUpnT0Lik/s1600/P1010008.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FtHPNedXg0/TmOZyc24FQI/AAAAAAAACDE/9ynUpnT0Lik/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648527449671603458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a small cake that uh, I MADE LOLOLOLOLOLOL. It's damn ugly I CAN'T EVEN. That's not a Teletubby, btw. That's a girl. It's supposed to be me LOLOLOL -judged forever-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BG7jnXC4IO8/TmObpuCQKWI/AAAAAAAACDU/esYc-USbRGQ/s1600/P9030029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BG7jnXC4IO8/TmObpuCQKWI/AAAAAAAACDU/esYc-USbRGQ/s320/P9030029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648529498687154530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg this effect is really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFnYBAmcub4/TmObqOi2IYI/AAAAAAAACDk/agrfXPY21LA/s1600/P9040036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFnYBAmcub4/TmObqOi2IYI/AAAAAAAACDk/agrfXPY21LA/s320/P9040036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648529507413795202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxv8Ht4FXXk/TmObqTVks3I/AAAAAAAACDs/gXjVsv-1zjM/s1600/P9040037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kxv8Ht4FXXk/TmObqTVks3I/AAAAAAAACDs/gXjVsv-1zjM/s320/P9040037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648529508700304242" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With some effect. Hmm erm what was it again. Er pin hole. Right? I think so ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qWNEgzmPUk/TmOcx1_DtTI/AAAAAAAACD8/bHu1CCeh4kM/s1600/P9040042.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qWNEgzmPUk/TmOcx1_DtTI/AAAAAAAACD8/bHu1CCeh4kM/s320/P9040042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648530737771820338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olympus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay bye I've to sleep soon :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-5932418096285330993?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/5932418096285330993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=5932418096285330993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5932418096285330993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5932418096285330993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/09/omg-this-is-so-fun-lol-its-bookshelf.html' title=''/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QzihGk_oWEY/TmOZxpgdI5I/AAAAAAAACCs/zng3oraLyGU/s72-c/P1010002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-8229719546570532759</id><published>2011-09-03T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T23:21:25.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byeyeom</title><content type='html'>Hello~ Today is a good day!&lt;div&gt;From tomorrow onwards I'll do work. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway today is a good day because my father bought me the camera *_*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.price2price.com/product_pics/olympus-vg-130-pink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's this colour O_O omg I realise that it is really an offensive shade of pink... forgive me. And it's damn bimbo ohmygod everyone here is judging me right now ;_;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=k9jmex" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/k9jmex.gif" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't think too badly of my taste ._. (referring to the camera colour, not the gif I put up there. You shouldn't be judging me because of that)(;_;)I originally wanted a more... subtle colour. But I wasn't at the fair so I really had no ideaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks less weird in real life though. REALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And anyway whatever colour it is, it's an okay camera! And it's my first camera ^^ There are cool filters and uhmmmm the photo quality isn't too bad! Also hmm apparently there's some widescreen view or something with a "wide" in it. -claps-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yey! I took some photographs of my birthday celebration (with my extended family) so uh I'll put up photographs... of the cakes (not me)(BECAUSE I'M DAMN UNGLAM IN THEM OMG LOL LOOK LIKE WET DOG).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baibai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-8229719546570532759?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/8229719546570532759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=8229719546570532759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8229719546570532759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8229719546570532759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/09/byeyeom.html' title='byeyeom'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/k9jmex_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-432010208176215936</id><published>2011-09-03T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T12:13:54.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creepy dreams</title><content type='html'>lol what a bad way to start the day ._.&lt;div&gt;I'D A CREEPY DREAM :( about killing someone out of self-defense. actually, i didn't really kill the person... i just walked away when he/she/idk was drowning (omg how sick i realised. i am a sick person ;_;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway it's a recurring dream. not consecutively, thank goodness, but i'm pretty sure the same setting appeared once or twice before (at a harbour, at night, stormy). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think killing someone is my greatest fear. i know people have dreams where someone kills them, but i never have! instead i've dreams about killing someone omg -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE IT. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i'd a happier dream, but i forgot what it was about ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway ugh byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(my birthday! in 2 days :D!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-432010208176215936?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/432010208176215936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=432010208176215936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/432010208176215936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/432010208176215936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/09/creepy-dreams.html' title='creepy dreams'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-2454258786985042782</id><published>2011-09-01T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:56:49.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;FOR MY BIRTHDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ASK ME QUESTIONS ON MY FORMSPRING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'M BORED :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ALSO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SABRINA GIVE ME THE BOOK ;_;&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/8798353541684341348-2454258786985042782?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/2454258786985042782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=2454258786985042782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/2454258786985042782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/2454258786985042782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-you.html' title='hey you'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-2093733346594607970</id><published>2011-09-01T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T13:27:31.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy day for me and you!</title><content type='html'>Today was TDC! :D Every single celebration we have on Teachers' Day, I get really teary lolol. The emotions sort of overwhelm me. I suppose it's the mix of entertainment and sad moments!&lt;div&gt;Anyway today was really fun~ We did the Nanyang Bounce lol ._. Shuning looked like a smurf hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to the hall! Some highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The parents dancing Gee. I... just. I can't. Right now I'm watching the original version to make up for it. Not that they didn't dance well... but. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Someone saying that Huiting was passing the microphone to someone next to her because the notes were too high ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Awards for teachers! Omg most stylish male teacher = Mr Chang. Then he went to say that he'd only 4 T-shirts ._____. I DIDN'T KNOW LOL. Oh and plus the clips were funny ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. TEACHERS' PERFORMANCE OMG OMG OMG SO COOL @_@ We've a lot of talented dancers in our school.  Mr Ting doing some complicated dance LOL (I can't even do a wave ;_;). FEMALE TEACHERS DANCING TO 2NE1 OMG (they're really good!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Theme songs, especially TiK ToK's MV (MR CHONG LOL) (OMG HAHAHA THEY TOOK SO MANY PHOTOS OF HIM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of 2NE1... I think of SNSD. And thinking of SNSD I THINK OF SNSD'S CONCERT. AND THINKING OF THE CONCERT I'm thinking of my new camera! Actually I don't have it yet, but my parents said they'd buy it for me :/ it's not bad ^^ I THINK. Eesh so excited ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday in 4 days! Right? Yeah something like that :3 Wish me a happy birthday, okay? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-2093733346594607970?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/2093733346594607970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=2093733346594607970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/2093733346594607970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/2093733346594607970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-day-for-me-and-you.html' title='happy day for me and you!'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6475652592174981173</id><published>2011-08-31T22:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T22:33:12.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers' day :)</title><content type='html'>It's TDC tomorrow :D! I'm excited... because the day ends early ._. LOL what ._.&lt;div&gt;Anyway look, I'm sharing some pictures with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Nz8hlZ4-AI/Tl5Dfa9z6wI/AAAAAAAACBc/CW-NyH6hUuw/s1600/WP_000943.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Nz8hlZ4-AI/Tl5Dfa9z6wI/AAAAAAAACBc/CW-NyH6hUuw/s320/WP_000943.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647025189862763266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the karaoke session on Monday. HAHA SIJIA IDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp-YFAub2X8/Tl5DfpHImvI/AAAAAAAACBk/H8fBquPKWAI/s1600/WP_000946.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp-YFAub2X8/Tl5DfpHImvI/AAAAAAAACBk/H8fBquPKWAI/s320/WP_000946.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647025193659964146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peeps (not kidding) that Melissa bought for 311 ^^ It's because of Ms Chan. LOL but they're so adorable :D (very... sugary though) (don't eat these in class) (not that I eat in class)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0BLsyz2m-Y/Tl5DfxpCgxI/AAAAAAAACBs/UZaFIzLDQ0k/s1600/WP_000948.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0BLsyz2m-Y/Tl5DfxpCgxI/AAAAAAAACBs/UZaFIzLDQ0k/s320/WP_000948.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647025195949654802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyaa omg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQCvc13zSLY/Tl5DgRbsLYI/AAAAAAAACB0/2gXS1ihjIMQ/s1600/WP_000949.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQCvc13zSLY/Tl5DgRbsLYI/AAAAAAAACB0/2gXS1ihjIMQ/s320/WP_000949.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647025204483599746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL the eyes of the rightmost one ._. weirdddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngQIgpsIBwE/Tl5DgbcQoUI/AAAAAAAACB8/_4izdqU9OAo/s1600/WP_000950.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngQIgpsIBwE/Tl5DgbcQoUI/AAAAAAAACB8/_4izdqU9OAo/s320/WP_000950.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647025207170343234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is in this Anna Sui bag!? (Also, why does my house have an Anna Sui bag in the first place)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOUCODX6-hU/Tl5E5Ejx76I/AAAAAAAACCM/Zgtqq9j6zOE/s1600/WP_000955.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DOUCODX6-hU/Tl5E5Ejx76I/AAAAAAAACCM/Zgtqq9j6zOE/s320/WP_000955.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647026730036228002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mysterious interior!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueTl-1hDLQU/Tl5E47rzepI/AAAAAAAACCE/SUbDS-6Aym8/s1600/WP_000954.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ueTl-1hDLQU/Tl5E47rzepI/AAAAAAAACCE/SUbDS-6Aym8/s320/WP_000954.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647026727653964434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myster- okay, just bad lighting lol I forgot to turn on the flash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r-AS73-Iwbk/Tl5E5w9swPI/AAAAAAAACCk/qXJwxkVeK_s/s1600/WP_000961.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r-AS73-Iwbk/Tl5E5w9swPI/AAAAAAAACCk/qXJwxkVeK_s/s320/WP_000961.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647026741956100338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRESENTS FOR TEACHERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VeeeAgc0mCs/Tl5E5n_LYdI/AAAAAAAACCc/moYOgVi4HZg/s1600/WP_000959.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VeeeAgc0mCs/Tl5E5n_LYdI/AAAAAAAACCc/moYOgVi4HZg/s320/WP_000959.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647026739546382802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL you are currently like "wtf is this artistic arrangement. why is the sweet not in the boxxxx duh fiona". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT NO! It's my creativity @ work! (I... sort of cut corners and made the paper 1/4 of the size it was supposed to be... So there wasn't enough space... BUT I THOUGHT OUT OF THE BOX. LITERALLY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xsztnn3BZOY/Tl5E5SeKX7I/AAAAAAAACCU/XhIDVKiE4pg/s1600/WP_000958.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xsztnn3BZOY/Tl5E5SeKX7I/AAAAAAAACCU/XhIDVKiE4pg/s320/WP_000958.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647026733770760114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shiny gold wrapper. This box is rather BIG if you realise. It's because I decided to stop being stingy with the form teacher and co-form teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now... I'm folding more origami. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ends enigmatically- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6475652592174981173?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6475652592174981173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6475652592174981173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6475652592174981173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6475652592174981173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/08/teachers-day.html' title='teachers&apos; day :)'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Nz8hlZ4-AI/Tl5Dfa9z6wI/AAAAAAAACBc/CW-NyH6hUuw/s72-c/WP_000943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6565475468610539592</id><published>2011-08-29T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T19:56:18.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k-suites!</title><content type='html'>so today, we'd this gathering at k-suites (iluma)! with the majority of squadmates, 42 ma'ams and 2 44s. and also mr ho + mdm yeo!&lt;div&gt;it was fun i guess? lolol i cannot sing though :( okay i CAN but in a limited range ._. all the songs picked were either songs i didn't know or really high ones lol. it was fun listening to people sing, though :) hohoho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw i would just like to mention here that sunny is not ugly! omg! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh on an snsd-related note, i hope sooyoung gets well soon :/ (car accident) and i hope she isn't in too much pain :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway hmm yes! the karaoke! the room that we booked (or rather, the room that ma'ams booked) WAS REALLY HUGE. it had a billiard(s) table and a computer and a game console (xbox/playstation? idk) and... of course it was really expensive omg ._. $90+ for 1h.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah. we sang many songs! that's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after karaoke, squadmates and i went to bugis junction to eat! (pastamania omnomnom) and then we wanted to take neoprintz. but we decided not to and instead we looked for a squad-ring (or accessory?)! of course we didn't manage to find anything suitably priced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes and oh oh i bought bubble tea ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's all, i think! i want to make full use of these few days of rest to... rest? improve my skillz/do homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS ON THE FIFTH OF SEPTEMBER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6565475468610539592?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6565475468610539592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6565475468610539592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6565475468610539592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6565475468610539592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/08/k-suites.html' title='k-suites!'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-3613424278092136348</id><published>2011-08-26T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T15:36:14.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good news? i guess.</title><content type='html'>continuation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;IH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I did well for IH :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;LA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasn't expecting too much and this result is v good already thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway long holiday :D is good is good! I shall take this chance to revise :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-3613424278092136348?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/3613424278092136348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=3613424278092136348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3613424278092136348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3613424278092136348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/08/good-news-i-guess.html' title='good news? i guess.'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-4406947979151214889</id><published>2011-08-20T10:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T10:57:59.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closure?</title><content type='html'>hello guys! i'm back! this hectic week is &lt;i&gt;finally over&lt;/i&gt;. next week is going to be slightly less busy, so, yey ^^ &lt;div&gt;anyway~ this week has been a week of Results. not just bad ones, but good ones too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need some sort of closure to this extremely life-changing week (not really but) so here it is! because i'm not a fan of disclosing sensitive information on public spaces such as this, i shall not use any numbers at all. instead i will use ambiguous words such as "good" and "bad". i won't even use adverbs such as "very" and "extremely". i will also mention How I Can Improve, because that is the most important thing in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. here goes ;~;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;MATH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- pay more attention in class, even if it kills you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- revise daily (erm) (okay maybe topically)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- clarify!! and ask questions and generally be more inquisitive and less "i shall think about it at home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;BIO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD. &lt;s&gt;SORTA.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- start revision earlier. this applies to everything, actually. but because i procrastinated on bio revision, my revision for everything else was pushed back as well ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- START REVISION EARLIER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- omg i am starting to feel uneasy because WHERE ARE MY TERM 1 NOTES? OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- did i even have term 1 notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHEM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dear god since when has my chem been this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- but the whole class didn't do very well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- revise with other notes, not just ones the teacher gave (because you cannot understand them, fiona) (okay you do but they're not very helpful tbh) (is it just me?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- revise topically!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- revise everything covered this term AGAIN PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;HISTORY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HMM. BAD I SUPPOSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- i blame it on not completing the paper in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- which is still my fault. write faster in future papers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- revise more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHINESE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IDEK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- this is sort of difficult to really put a term like "good" and "bad" on, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- this is comparitively OKAY for my standards.... but i mean &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- i need to improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUIZ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- we didn't get into the top 4, but that's okay with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- top ten out of three hundred + is good enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- thank you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- also, omg so exciting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- but it's over. tbh i'm thankful it's over, i can focus on sias and new topics and maybe revision :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm downloading MapleStory right now WTF HAHAHAHAHAHA but i really want to play it ;(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( my P4 dayz omgomg lol. nostalgia :D! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also i must start to organize my files and everything or i will really feel uncomfortable. is that weird? i need to know WHERE my things are or it really kills me. if i lose them i will cry. but i don't mind placing stuff in a file called "OTHERS". what does that say? ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-4406947979151214889?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/4406947979151214889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=4406947979151214889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4406947979151214889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4406947979151214889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/08/closure.html' title='closure?'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7385667927580813664</id><published>2011-08-16T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T19:18:15.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kanpeki na bad girl yo</title><content type='html'>i should really be sleeping, but history sia is due tomorrow..&lt;div&gt;i feel feverish :/ and headachey, ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevermind i will press on!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;math... math. we got back the math results. what can i say? graphs are definitely not what i'm best at in math .___. seeing as the entire paper is graphs-filled... (okay i'm exaggerating a little. but just a little)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgive me if i don't really make sense now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway happy things! we got into quiz!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-claps-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am really glad that we did :) team 1 and 2, let's jiayou for finals! semi-finals before that ._. what is this ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our chinese sia team should really start on the script; the presentation is on friday ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall post 2 clips of a single snsd member singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try to guess who this elusive person is! they're adlibs, though, so you can't figure it out from the song HAHAHAHA fiona is so ingenious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/93746321589b4be1/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ from oh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/9374636629a1c505/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ from an alternate version of tell me your wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come let's guess! you can reply to me in my tagboard i guess. or formspring. or in real life or whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;elaine, please don't answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;edit: HAHA I REALISE I ACCIDENTALLY REVEALED THE ANSWER because the name of the file is "sunny's adlibz 1"/"sunny's adlibz 2" lol ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES IT'S SUNNY HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-7385667927580813664?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7385667927580813664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7385667927580813664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7385667927580813664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7385667927580813664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/08/kanpeki-na-bad-girl-yo.html' title='kanpeki na bad girl yo'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-3673661905796136895</id><published>2011-08-13T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T00:24:11.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hopeful streetlights like shooting stars</title><content type='html'>So! Another update on my life, just to keep this blog from dying ._.&lt;div&gt;Chemistry today was half-spent on waxing lyrical about Girls' Generation and half-spent on focusing on the task! at! hand, which was Volumetric Analysis ._. I tell you, the teacher is seriously Mr-Tan-like, in the sense that she can talk and talk about one topic for ages and no one is really &lt;i&gt;getting it&lt;/i&gt;. But she goes on and on and on and our minds gradually drift to more exciting topics (i.e. SNSD).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Block test results are gonna be given out soon NOOOO :( I'm really worried for Mathematics omg ._. (Speaking of Mathematics! The current topic is pretty easy HAHAHA but omg my Term 2 stuff :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiz team! Our round is on Monday :/ Please if someone up there is kind enough PLEASE DO NOT LET MR TAN RETURN MATH PAPERS ON MONDAY I BEG OF YOU. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah yes but team one yall did well! :D! BUT why did you try to lie to Mdm Yeo :( she took revenge by lying to &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. And it made me really very.. idek HAHA it made me very loud and OTT. Then when Mdm Yeo broke the good news to us I was screaming like siao confirm tomorrow shi1 sheng1 (HAHAHA omg I am reminded of PE today).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY OF COURSE WE'D TO DO SOMETHING ALSO TO GET BACK AT THEM LA. So someone (not me) came out with the idea of... okay never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they fell for it lol. Except apparently my acting was lacking in several areas. For example, it was quite unnatural OOPS ._. And also I think I was too loud trololol. But that's not my fault~ I'm naturally loud la so I Was Just Keeping In Character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiya next time this kind of thing happen I shall just cry in a corner and up my believability (?) factor by a hundred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is quiz training! Team 2 we must jiayou ;_; (so that we've a chance to prank others LOLOL wait no that's not the focus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAWR RAWR okay I shall go nao zaijian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-3673661905796136895?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/3673661905796136895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=3673661905796136895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3673661905796136895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3673661905796136895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/08/hopeful-streetlights-like-shooting.html' title='hopeful streetlights like shooting stars'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-4512306667069409473</id><published>2011-08-09T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:49:15.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let us welcome piterababy!</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the name 'Piterababy'! Anyway here is a link detailing that. &lt;a href="http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/xin-fa-xian.html"&gt;click for more information&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway hmm for my brother's birthday, my mother gave him a hamster o_o I've no idea WHY he wants a hamster when we've 2 already ._. but anyway yes. It's completely his responsibility, so I guess he'll take care of it? -suspicious to a certain extent-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's quite cute! Ohohoho. And hmm, it was quite funny in the pet shop, due to this conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: WHAIII YOU NO WANT NIKEBABY ANYMORE. (to brother)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother: HE DOWAN NA(I)GEBABY HE WANTS ZHEGEBABY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I recently discovered the LONDON RIOT(S) but I rediscovered it again this afternoon on Tumblr ._. anyway I hope Britain pulls through this :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! I spent approximately one hour watching the mNet (Mnet? idk la) 20's choice awards before I decided that no one of interest was appearing. So I left to do IH SIA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when I went to the TV again, I saw f(x) performing! My sense of timing is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to add. Zaijian! OH WAIT YES GOT SOMETHING. I DREAMT BRIEFLY OF SNSD ;_; This might sound creepy but it really &lt;i&gt;isn't&lt;/i&gt;. If you think of something before you sleep, you are more prone to dreaming of that something yes? Well, before I slept I was watching a program featuring them so yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's infinitely better than having creepy dreams ;_; I had them during the block test period and omg so creepy/morbid/eek D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay really nothing to add baibai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-4512306667069409473?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/4512306667069409473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=4512306667069409473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4512306667069409473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4512306667069409473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/08/let-us-welcome-piterababy.html' title='let us welcome piterababy!'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6138734170204569000</id><published>2011-08-08T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:15:10.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run run run run run</title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! although it's not the 9th yet, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah, today was national day celebrations! parade was &lt;i&gt;okay&lt;/i&gt; (omg i saluted when i was not supposed to) i guess, and then the collage thing was pretty good. it was really shocking when after the celebrations i saw the crumpled heap of gigantic paper O_O WASTE PAPER ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooh yesterday i watched mr simple lives on youtube o_o it's very catchy and it's playing in my head right now~ but i shall replace it with mr taxi ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also! we'd quiz training after celebrations ;_; then after that we went out! (this sounds glamourous but actually it isn't lol currywok O_O YSM O_OO_OO_O also bubble tea :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gah i've IH sia and chinese sia and quiz to mug! WHY SO SAD D; (haha don't tell anyone but i steadfastly refuse to do anything tomorrow starting from 2.30. WHY 2.30, you ask? because the mnet thing starts then! f(x) will be there! plus i am going to indulge in a channel 8 marathon HAHA) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i might do some work at night...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i have to do work at night omg sad life! MY NATION)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw for quiz team people, from my mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAPITALS OF IMPORTANT COUNTRIES (hmm)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;South Africa - Pretoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Germany - Berlin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;France - Paris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singapore - Singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweden - Stockholm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Other S-country that is not Swaziland (Switzer?) - Bern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malaysia - KL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indonesia - Jakarta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vietnam - Hanoi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Philippines - Manila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cambodia - Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laos - Double Hmm. I guess you've got to check this out yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;East Timor - Erm let me google this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG what a cute name! &lt;b&gt;Dili!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brunei - Aiya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myanmar - omg I'm so bad at this -is crying- (GGGADADA clgnsd fsahaijfa i googled this and now i forget. again i forget)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Italy - Rome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S. Korea - Seoul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N. Korea - Pyongyang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;China - Beijing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taiwan - Taipei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;US - Washington, District of Columbia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iran - Tehran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iraq - Baghdad (please distinguish the two. I do this by 1. watching Invincible Youth hohoho 2. Ira&lt;b&gt;n&lt;/b&gt;/Tehra&lt;b&gt;n&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Israel - Jerusalem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Norway - Oslo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anymore? COME AT ME BRO :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6138734170204569000?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6138734170204569000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6138734170204569000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6138734170204569000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6138734170204569000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/08/run-run-run-run-run.html' title='run run run run run'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-819358296727932657</id><published>2011-07-31T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:32:52.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awkwardly I apologize</title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-819358296727932657?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/819358296727932657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=819358296727932657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/819358296727932657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/819358296727932657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/awkwardly-i-apologize.html' title='awkwardly I apologize'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-5802289881446249424</id><published>2011-07-30T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T19:28:10.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiayou! I/we can do this :)</title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Blocks omg ): so underprepared it's not even funny.Let us run with all we've got this last round, our lungs feverishly sucking in air, our heads held up to the sky, our hearts beating, beating, bea-    &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-5802289881446249424?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/5802289881446249424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=5802289881446249424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5802289881446249424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5802289881446249424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/jiayou-iwe-can-do-this.html' title='Jiayou! I/we can do this :)'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6600867604633696905</id><published>2011-07-29T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T17:09:36.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updating yall rn</title><content type='html'>    &lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Life! By the way, I'm at French nao... having a break (a legitimate one, not one I created out of nowhere hor) :O petit test is later :/ though I think I might pass -cough-. Aiya can one la!My life... Oh, POP is over. Yeah. After POP, I see ma'ams less frequently for some reason ._. But _ said hi ^^ and after that I tried to be confident and said hi to another _... But she daoed me ;~; lol ide ._.Btw I should confess that I've a tumblr (to be honest it accounts for half the time I spend on the computer :/) about snsd. Y'all feel free to judge me for I am BEYOND THAT.OMG MY CAPS CANNOT TURN OFF. HOW.OKAY I BLOG LIDDIS HAHA. ERM YES BLOCKS ARE AROUND THE CORNER... MAYBE EVEN RIGHT IN MY FACE AND SPILLING COFFEE OVER MY CLOTHES. LOL BUT REVISION IS GOING BADLY :( I BLAME IT ON POP AND THE TRAUMATIC EFFECT IT BRINGS. LE SIGH. BYE:(     &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6600867604633696905?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6600867604633696905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6600867604633696905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6600867604633696905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6600867604633696905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/updating-yall-rn.html' title='updating yall rn'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-3979923146204724179</id><published>2011-07-24T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T00:00:17.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanted to cryptically announce</title><content type='html'>Y'all never had to worry, because we will always care.&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT A STALKER, just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAH FRENCH GAH BLOCKS GAH NDP REHEARSALS GAH brbdying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-3979923146204724179?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/3979923146204724179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=3979923146204724179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3979923146204724179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3979923146204724179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wanted-to-cryptically-announce.html' title='i wanted to cryptically announce'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-3662943458012862167</id><published>2011-07-23T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:41:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of the future, aagg and my teeth</title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;div&gt;ok, so 42 ma'ams have POP(p)ed. in fact, yesterday o_o though it really doesn't feel like they've left, but technically they're &lt;i&gt;ex-ma'ams &lt;/i&gt;now (right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-insert gasp here-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because omg, i really cannot believe this. just yesterday, we were tiny cadets who felt lost amongst all the *cool* and *scary* ma'ams. today, we're NCOs (hmm) who feel lost... with no one to lean on anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some things never change, huh ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday during POP, i cried. twice, actually, if you count our performance. this is actually the &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; time. in many ways, it's not just because i'll miss ma'ams. it's also because they've been with us since we were the aforementioned tiny cadets, till now. it's also because we're alone now - just the 13 of us (and the rest of the unit la, but...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHAHA thanks _ for having AAGG links on your _ OMG I NOT A STALKER, _. i accidentally saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg my tooth's filling came out yesterday D: elaine MY TEETH REALLY BROKE ._. i bit on a fork when i wanted to bite on the thai otah lol wtf :/ and the filling came out argh (in primary school i fell and okay you don't want to know this) D: and one of my other teeth = shaky D: i think it's a baby tooth; apparently i didn't drop that many :O GAH oh no what if my tooth falls out and the new one haven't grow then my braces push the two teeth beside the fallen tooth together then OH NOOOOO. spoilt ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baiiii guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-3662943458012862167?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/3662943458012862167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=3662943458012862167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3662943458012862167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3662943458012862167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/of-future-aagg-and-my-teeth.html' title='of the future, aagg and my teeth'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6709736033050430929</id><published>2011-07-18T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:46:16.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy again</title><content type='html'>I shall use an extended analogy (is there such a thing._. anyway I invent it if there isn't) for this post! If you get it, GOOD FOR YOU!; if you don't, erm, too bad I guess?&lt;div&gt;I shall start with a &lt;i&gt;hint&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago I was trapped in a rut known as &lt;i&gt;emoness&lt;/i&gt;, and it was a rather &lt;b&gt;deep&lt;/b&gt; rut. However, not all deep ruts are hard to get out of, especially if you have a&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ladder&lt;/u&gt; in the rut like I did. The ladder in my rut was a monkey ladder, made out of Harry Potter 7, my friends who comforted me and today's activity (I raise my eyebrows and smirk at squadmates.)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore I've climbed out of the rut! REJOICE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also erm I have been eating a lot recently (irrelevant, but... yes) and confirm will gain weight one D:! Confirm! (Double confirm!) (omg so lame to quote Hossan Leong on my blog omg) Really I ATE A LOT; Saturday = bubble tea, Sunday = POPCORN BECAUSE OF HARRY POTTER + assorted porridge and breakfast before that, Monday = Weiting's house and thus: WEITING'S COOKIES AND MUFFINS AND LUNCH AND DINNER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh goodness nevermind. I shall keep on deluding myself ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fiona hoho you ran 2.4 on Friday therefore it discounts everything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I gotta go! Do... something. GOSH I wish I could say revise, but I'm too tired to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Excuses excuses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REVISE ): Or blocks = argh. Oh wait. POP rehearsals!! messed up my entire blocks revision schedule for this week -cries- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah I feel like a brick is crushing me and I can only climb out by the end of this week. Then another brick will fall on me and I can only escape after blocks. (See? Extended or not!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY MOTHER WENT TO PENANG :( I'm all alone... with the rest of my family members LOL ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6709736033050430929?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6709736033050430929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6709736033050430929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6709736033050430929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6709736033050430929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-again.html' title='happy again'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-8966724884682640876</id><published>2011-07-16T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:49:03.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignore this pms-y post please (ooh look alliteration)</title><content type='html'>bish why am i the go-to person for everything GOSH.&lt;div&gt;yall are busy; i am too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-8966724884682640876?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/8966724884682640876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=8966724884682640876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8966724884682640876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8966724884682640876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/ignore-this-pms-y-post-please-ooh-look.html' title='ignore this pms-y post please (ooh look alliteration)'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-3848480101151830493</id><published>2011-07-16T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T20:25:16.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh emo.</title><content type='html'>I HATE BEING LIKE THIS. So wrapped up in my own misery it clouds my vision.&lt;div&gt;I KEEP TELLING MYSELF IT'S NOT LIKE THAT. I &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; it's not. Why am I still struggling with these scenarios that replay and replay and replay in my head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO REMEMBERS? Is that how it is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, since all of you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changed my Facebook name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POP + blocks + SIA presentations = drowning Fiona, but people think she's waving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-3848480101151830493?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/3848480101151830493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=3848480101151830493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3848480101151830493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3848480101151830493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/ugh-emo.html' title='ugh emo.'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-3253768031565645224</id><published>2011-07-16T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:42:35.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about yesterday</title><content type='html'>yesterday was one of the more interesting days i've had recently!&lt;div&gt;in order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) SIL - D.U.H Quiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ HAHA I need to point out that D.U.H. stands for Demonstrating Understanding in the Humanities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay moving on... I gallantly offered myself for the role! Actually Rachel (Er) was supposed to go, but she'd LOA ;_; So Jiachun our handydandy IH rep was trying to &lt;i&gt;get out of going&lt;/i&gt;, and thus she started asking around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I didn't want to go alone ;_; (but it's an individual thing) On the other hand, I knew that I would regret it if I didn't go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore I somehow mustered up the courage and went "YESYES I SHALL GO". LOL ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was really fail ._. and picked weird topics :3 AND ARGHHHHH okay sorry guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) NAPFA OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd 2.4 yesterday also! &lt;b&gt;I GOT A C&lt;/b&gt; NO KIDDING. It's super good for my standard -cough- :D and it sort of makes up for my B in standingbroadjump D: These 2 years my NAPFA has always been AAAAA_, (I REFUSE TO REVEAL MY 2.4 GRADE) but this year it became AABAAC which is even better because I CAN HAS GOLD NAO :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) NP...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh Publications. Idek what to say anymoar ARGH. WHYYYYYYYYY WHYYYY tell me why oh goodness. Actually I know why ._. ma'ams already said ._. but still~ ): Functionz/Welfare ;_;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll get over it, I know I will. Meanwhile I shall just focus on the upcoming event and edit the _______ and do the audio and help in presents and think of more deco, thanks. -slightly.... overwhelmed- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hohum but I shall be excited for _! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-3253768031565645224?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/3253768031565645224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=3253768031565645224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3253768031565645224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3253768031565645224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/about-yesterday.html' title='about yesterday'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7505293925024401768</id><published>2011-07-11T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:22:21.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deviates</title><content type='html'>This is the point where I stand.&lt;div&gt;There is the point they stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are we so different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-7505293925024401768?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7505293925024401768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7505293925024401768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7505293925024401768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7505293925024401768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/deviates.html' title='deviates'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7629772730085827911</id><published>2011-07-09T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:39:30.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back</title><content type='html'>just now i was packing all the letters i've received (2; one from 42 ma'ams for drill competition, the other from TW buddies! from taiwan omg) and so i took out my NDP'10 funbox (erm) which contains all the letters (most of them) i've received from people the past 2 years.&lt;div&gt;i felt... really nostalgic looking through them and reflecting on 213 life. i miss the connection, but everyone's busy and everyone's changed. i never expected that our relationship would stay the same; it's obvious that if you don't hang out together as much, your affection for each other would lessen to a certain degree. friends become acquaintances, acquaintances become strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just hope we'll never be strangers. the best thing for us would be of course, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to remain friends ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(guys when you're free let's go IC T_T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-7629772730085827911?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7629772730085827911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7629772730085827911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7629772730085827911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7629772730085827911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/looking-back.html' title='looking back'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-3021093398050592387</id><published>2011-07-06T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:41:20.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCO interview!</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging now to attempt to wash down the *other* post -coughing-.&lt;div&gt;Okay so NCO interview is today! I think I did really weird ._. LOL. Ma'am thought I was hyperventilating when I was just laughing weirdly ._. and okay breathing weirdly also aiyo! I was really nervous and to diffuse the tension I was speaking all sorts of nonsense at the front. But I calmed down :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and LOL omg the random question is cool~ The one with the white paper with a dot in the middle [.] Somehow I thought of the Japan flag, but squadmates who got that thought of different stuff! Like target card (LOL), Yuqi's "dot" (creative max), etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah speaking of creativity! I SAID I WAS MOST CREATIVE OMG DAMN BUYAOLIAN LOL. I also said I was the most tech-savvy... which could be true/not. Truthfully I don't know la. I'm less of tech-savvy and more of "interested in fiddling with Photoshop and GIMP and gif-ing and rubbish like that". Although I know how to code... sorta (omg actually tbh I only know CSS okay this is bad)(please let me not be in Publications so diulian omfg)(OMG MA'AMS IF YOU SEE THIS, IDK HOW TO CODE REALLY D:).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahem. I want Welfare/Functionz! I think Weiting and I work well together and we're function-y people -is not hinting at all-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also... I thought the interview was really fun and stimulating, in a way! It hasn't been too long since I thought of what positions squadmates should take (LMSC ._.) and attempted to analyse all their traits. But it's hard to pin one squadmate down for one job... plus I will definitely be biased!! and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But come to think of it, ma'ams' opinion of us from the interview will also be slightly skewed... (except for me because I was honest!max)(hmm sorta. I was &lt;s&gt;politically correct&lt;/s&gt; diplomatic, but that's just me being passive-aggressive haha. The truth is underneath all that jazz ._.)(DID I JUST USE A WEIRD TERM LOL) because squadmates couldn't open up to ma'ams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyah anyway whatever la. Omg I said I was analytical and logical wtf! It's true I think, especially for NP ._. In NP I detach myself from the emotion (sometimes I can't though), so when something sad happens (POP._.) I don't even cry. I know I'm sad, or supposed to feel sad at least, but a part of me is just like "okay". I guess it's 'cause my passion for NP has been constantly... not that much (there I said it)(compared to squadmates). But come on you can't expect everyone to passionately love NP ._. I love the people in it, but it itself... hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway why would you care lolol. Does it matter? Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS NOT MY FAULT :/ I want to really care for things like NP but I'm a more people kinda person (god how bimbotic that sounded). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW SQMS FOR THE LAST TIME -le sigh- I AM NOT A BIMBO ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ending off to do montage for _ _ _ hoho. Please squadmates let's make this werk~ okay bbai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-3021093398050592387?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/3021093398050592387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=3021093398050592387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3021093398050592387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3021093398050592387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/nco-interview.html' title='NCO interview!'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-8226430097214362674</id><published>2011-07-04T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T20:43:39.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf... np why you do this to me?</title><content type='html'>^ PLEASE TAKE A LOOK AT THE TITLE.&lt;div&gt;No I mean seriously. This is my NP schedule for the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, AKA tomorrow: Quiz Team test, National Heritage test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: NCO interviews O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: Campcraft test &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe you're like, that's not a lot -twirls hair- (lol at my fertile imagination ._.) but it is. To me, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you don't understand the magnitude of these ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiz Team test: determines placing in Quiz Team... also I'm trying desperately not to fail it and that's enough because OH GOSH WHY DID I EVEN - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;National Heritage test: need to pass to get a badge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NCO interview: determines your position as a secondary4! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Campcraft interview: I'm bad at campcraft, PLUS also need to pass to get a badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention block tests are nearing~ and I've &lt;s&gt;barely&lt;/s&gt; not yet started on revision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now... I'm chionging the National Heritage project ._. I'm making it really pretty... and you're probably going "WTF is wrong witchu, just copy and paste some whatevers and call it a DAY, qurl! You has moar to worry about" (Fiona is channeling her ghetto princess).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you'd be right, of course! My priorities are really messed up. But the thing is, though, I tried studying for Quiz and National Heritage just now and failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is basically what I did:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-reads some quiz stuff and tries REALLY REALLY REALLY hard to remember-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fails at remembering-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-goes to national heritage and tries to remember-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fails...-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-repeat-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO to pull myself out of that rut I'd to do something else, namely the NH project, but I'm finding it difficult to stop putting so much effort in this project ._. I mean seriously look at this chiomax thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/?ref=nbp6xj" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/nbp6xj.png" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I v talented HAHAH! But that is not the point. The point is that (actually there's not really a point I'm just rambling on and on) I'm spending way too much time on something totally unnecessary and I'm neglecting the REALLY important stuff, like quiz/NH. Which, by the way, I'm going to fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And OKAY, this is really partially my fault, for not starting on NH sooner. But really, admit that the schedule up there is screwed! Say it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because in addition to whatever's that's up there, ma'ams are POPing (= resigning) on the 22nd, which is 2 weeks later. We've to organise the entire after-parade party/event in 2 weeks, including food, MCing, montage, getting alumni ma'ams to attend, getting TOs to attend, the programme, etc. Plus the performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then after that it's Quiz prelims! And oh Drill Competition finals (if we do get).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND YEAH BLOCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm quite overwhelmed. I suppose this is part of the experience huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-is ending abruptly because I need to get back to the project-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Sabrina talk to me T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-8226430097214362674?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/8226430097214362674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=8226430097214362674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8226430097214362674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8226430097214362674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/07/wtf-np-why-you-do-this-to-me.html' title='wtf... np why you do this to me?'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/nbp6xj_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7007497410838056944</id><published>2011-06-24T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:40:21.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haven't blogged for ages!</title><content type='html'>i'm on a long hiatus T_T i didn't even realise i wasn't blogging :/ &lt;div&gt;DOES THIS MARK THE END OF MY BLOG? no! i hope not, at least ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back from STC, survival training camp lol. it wasn't badddddd, and i &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; successfully (!) step out of my comfort zone, which is great ^^ but of course i'm glad to be back at home, showering regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(perhaps i'm overcompensating ._. i spent 40 minutes inside the bathroom and washed my hair thrice haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some highlights of camp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. LAND EXPEDITION&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprisingly, it wasn't as tiring as i'd expected it to be :) not because i'm fitter (I WISH), but because it was only 1h+ lol. obs was tougher T_T (especially with the heavy bags NO SIRE I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN -cries-)(can you ignore my random weirdness) i kept dropping my water bottle though ._. especially when suddenly we'd to do a hornet drill (3 steps: RUN, GET INTO POSITION, RECOVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBk0JrGkxw/SD_LP3aWmpI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fs5nNx_QZ7E/s320/n523228506_649725_3944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(not my picture ._.) (yeah that's the position!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after recovering i somehow tilt to one side and my water bottle (in my bag) rolls out LOL. then the people at the back will have to pick it up for me, thankyou ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. jetty jump! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be honest my group didn't actually jump from the &lt;i&gt;jetty&lt;/i&gt;. we jumped from the pontoon, which is much lower -.- but anyway~ it was fun~ and quite scary, to be honest, despite the height we jumped from O_O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. intermediate rope(s) challenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAH SHAKY SHAKY D: i've acrophobia lol. i used to have dreams of leaning against a banister and the banister breaking apart omfg!! just typing this is making my palms sweaty -_- anyway yes it was pretty scary in a weird way. i wasn't really &lt;i&gt;thinking &lt;/i&gt;of falling (i looked down but it didn't make me feel worse O_O), but i suppose subconsciously i was actually freaking out a teeny bit. 'cause the tightrope (NO JOKEEEEE A TIGHTROPE!!! it was shaking like mad... due to my legs shaking like mad. we'd a harness, and this trapeze-like thing to hold on to, though. BUT STILL) was really scary. then the horizontal ladder too, but this time i'd NOTHING TO HOLD ONTO (technically i'd nothing, but i clutched the rope attached to my harness and clung onto it) and i feel really creeped out. it wasn't THAT shaky, but when my legs shook it shook as well!! FML at that point lol. worse still was that the ladder wasn't just ONE ladder, it was TWO! separated by a few inches of air. this point was probably the part i hesitated most at... that i held onto a structure (it's too complicated to explain properly) and hopped? across :D lol good me. after that i walked really fast across the ladder xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the third part!! it was a log, which wasn't THAT bad... then it was basically grabbing onto a trapeze and &lt;i&gt;swinging &lt;/i&gt;back to the building lol. flying fox is probably more difficult than that, to be honest, yet! i was really high up in the air T_T -is tearful- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i managed to do it HOHO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. cleaning up? HAHA i know, really weird for the last part of stc to be memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think it was fun 'cause our group did stuff (i.e. cleaning up) together, and we chatted and bonded over the task~ ESPECIALLY SINCE WE GOT SO MUCH STUFF TO CLEAN WALAO T_T (at least not the toilet though)(actually wait, we got a toilet too, but a smaller one)(17 people cleaning 2 small toilets, one canteen, one foyer and one walkway!!! wtf)(also a field) (BUT WE DID IT WOOHOO)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's about it! stc = fun~ i guess :) once you get through the first day nothing's too difficult! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH WAIT I MISSED OUT CAMPFIRE -facepalms-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. campfire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fire... was pretty. the stars... were beautiful (or maybe they were SATELLITES hmm but nice all the same). the performances were freaking funny! lots of performances incorporated elements from our camp, which made it more relatable, especially when the lines were quoted from the instructors themselves haha. the instructors were also not offended!! and they gave a comment that was related to the play. e.g. final destination (a group name) did a skit on something like final destination (a movie)(basically everyone dies la) got this from the instructors: "you shall survive... till tomorrow" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ BTW I WAS DAMN CREEPED OUT AT THAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay that's all! sorry sabrina for not finishing my TW post. it's not that i'm not gonna complete it, it's just that i severely underestimated my photo-taking capabilities!!! (I'VE 600+ PHOTOS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'll try hard to finish it... &lt;i&gt;soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-7007497410838056944?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7007497410838056944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7007497410838056944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7007497410838056944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7007497410838056944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/06/havent-blogged-for-ages.html' title='haven&apos;t blogged for ages!'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hUBk0JrGkxw/SD_LP3aWmpI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fs5nNx_QZ7E/s72-c/n523228506_649725_3944.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-8943896697626354329</id><published>2011-06-08T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T10:48:01.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>since i became a snsd fan...</title><content type='html'>my entire life has changed! i'm not even kidding wth. and it's not just &lt;i&gt;me, &lt;/i&gt;it's the effect that kpop/any idols, actually has on individuals. if you haven't been affected, well, &lt;i&gt;good for you&lt;/i&gt;, but don't disbelieve the extremes people can go to for their idols (not me though. i try to be as neutral as a fan can actually be).&lt;div&gt;i don't even &lt;b&gt;look&lt;/b&gt; like a kpop fan! especially not of a girl group ._. but i've learnt that there are some things that when you try to fight against... fight back and bite you in the butt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when people ask, "WHYYYY snsd?" (with possibly an intrigued smirk plastered on) i reply something noncommittal and change the topic lol. because i'm not even sure why. their songs aren't mindblowingly fantastic, sometimes even very ... (insert word of choice); their dances are synchronized yes, but almost all other prominent idol groups are too. PLUSPLUSPLUS, i can't even spazz over their new looks (well i could, but somehow i don't) v excitedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO WHY SNSD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is really complicated but i've come to the conclusion that their &lt;i&gt;personalities &lt;/i&gt;cinch it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their songs are mostly good/catchy, and all huge hits. or smallish hits. but HITS, nonetheless! (even in japan)(hello 1st on oricon)(do you even know what i'm talking about?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their dances are sometimes bordering on oversexy (HMMMMMMM), but their choreo is always excellent (thank their choreographers lololol) and synchronization is there, too! ('cause they practise a lot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but their personalities on variety shows! are funny~ and i refuse to believe that they can put up an image all the time. therefore i choose to believe (perhaps stupidly) that these people i see are genuinely this funny and lame and personable. as a result they're so relatable (this is not a word, is it ._.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's why i like snsd!! and now for the TW post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-8943896697626354329?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/8943896697626354329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=8943896697626354329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8943896697626354329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8943896697626354329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/06/since-i-became-snsd-fan.html' title='since i became a snsd fan...'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-5272524493141961238</id><published>2011-06-06T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T23:33:55.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for incomplete post</title><content type='html'>i wanted to say "beck from taiwan! wuz uber fun like i don't even! here is my post about it"&lt;div&gt;but i was too lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what i gon do for the next one week :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. LA SIA stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. blog about TW :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. homework.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-5272524493141961238?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/5272524493141961238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=5272524493141961238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5272524493141961238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5272524493141961238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/06/sorry-for-incomplete-post.html' title='sorry for incomplete post'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-5232450481458917255</id><published>2011-06-03T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:34:31.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh god my earphones screwed up in one side, somehow DDDDD: (i swear they were completely okay before i left the computer ARGSDKa;dmamdad i'm pissed ._.)&lt;div&gt;taiwan trip was amajjjing ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-5232450481458917255?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/5232450481458917255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=5232450481458917255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5232450481458917255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5232450481458917255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-god-my-earphones-screwed-up-in-one.html' title=''/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-4274889644028662713</id><published>2011-05-14T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:28:52.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSM yesterday!</title><content type='html'>So!&lt;div&gt;CSM was yesterday :) it wasn't bad. ERM actually it was quite bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flag-raising was just ... Awkward and Horrible. I shudder to think about NPDP, therefore I will not cast my thoughts in that direction, okay? I will think more about Practising how to raise the flag instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG thinking about it my palms are getting sweaty, &lt;b&gt;No Joke&lt;/b&gt; O_O aish so frightening D: and the speech too -in pain-. THE SPEECH BY MR MICHAEL PALMER, CHAIRMAN OF THE 14TH NPCC COUNCIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and the winner of that 3-way election thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But okay. Yesterday. After flag-raising I watched a few more races and also people blowing bubbles xD then I'd to go change ._. even though it was technically not even my shift ._. then why do we have the shift system in the first place aiyooo make Weiting do so much work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah okay, so the changing (Jialing and I took AGES ._.) then we stood guard? I was with Lumjia at the staircase in front of the toilet. IT WAS DAMN WEIRDDD CAUSE EVERYONE WAS STARING AT ME WHILE THE QUEUE FOR THE TOILET STEADILY LENGTHENED. Then they were like looking up and some asked "isn't there a toilet up there" and I was like "YES BUT THE SECOND FLOOR IS OUT OF BOUNDS". Then I continued stoning while actually being intelligently alert, which also means I was IMMENSELY AWARE OF THE TWENTY PAIRS OF EYES D: So stressful I don't even ._. Even the cleaner uncle gestured with his cleaning materials (?) to the second-floor toilet and said v loudly that there was indeed a toilet upstairs (which of course, made every person who did not know of such a toilet's existence KNOW of such a toilet's existence ._.). Then I &lt;i&gt;patiently &lt;/i&gt;explained that they could not go up. Then he was like /thumbsup "very good!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL LOL LOL I was O_Oing at that. What else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah random 213ers like Kellynn came and poked up. Dorcas and Shinyee were laughing at me T_T haha. And kind deed doers like Ting Ting and Huiting gave me and Lumjia milo ^^ 2 cups each somemore WAHAHAHAHA. That is why after that, when 2 other people I didn't really know (KF's ex-classmate Crystal?!?! and YEOW XUAN O_O?) attempted to give me milo, I refused them politely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep then Lumjia had to go away and I'd to face the eyes alone :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that I switched places with 44 and went to the track instead. SO HOT THERE. And kinda boring :X especially after a smart squadmate pushed the chairs attached to the &lt;s&gt;boundary string&lt;/s&gt; CORDON more inward so the counsellors wouldn't move backwards so much in excitement and block the track. And omg Laijiahui's boots Peeled in the Sun seriously O_OO_OO_O_OO_O new ones somemore D: whai liddis. Mine didn't though :O maybe 'cause I wasn't in the sun for too long and I polished them a bit the previous night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway yes after 30 minutes or so I went back to the lovely toilet/staircase!! Actually no I blocked some other pathway near the toilet ._. and suddenly some 314 people came up to me (including Rachel Wu and Li Shuen) and started saying something about being blocked by HCNP guys and ran off O_O it sounded like an escape plan but I am really not sure LOL HAHA). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After like... 5 minutes there a CI came and PYM came and I went to the main exit instead! To block people from running downhill and escaping -.- oh but seriously Mdm Y is the best la. She just shouted at people .__________.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS REMINDS ME OF A DISAPPOINTING THING THAT HAPPENED AT CSM TOO. APPARENTLY _ ESCAPED WHEN THE AREA WAS UNDER SQUADMATES' JURISDICTION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even... express how shocked/disappointed I am la seriously! I could throw some words out now that would hopefully express my !! but I will not because after all _ _ _ _.  Ugh, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SABRINA I HAVENT SPOKEN TO YOU FOR LIKE HOW LONG AH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aishh Monday I will be so busy. Not Tuesday though, Tuesday is Vesak Day. WAIT I WILL STILL BE BUSY 'CAUSE OF GOING TO TEMPLES AND WHATNOT. ):! Is sad is sad is sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nao I'll go Starbucks :D BAI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-4274889644028662713?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/4274889644028662713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=4274889644028662713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4274889644028662713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4274889644028662713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/05/csm-yesterday.html' title='CSM yesterday!'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7004697595688871172</id><published>2011-05-08T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T02:18:55.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aljunied T_T</title><content type='html'>Nooooo. I am seriously depressed right now oh gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-7004697595688871172?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7004697595688871172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7004697595688871172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7004697595688871172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7004697595688871172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/05/aljunied-tt.html' title='aljunied T_T'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7050235091298231416</id><published>2011-05-07T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T22:36:28.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"it's more exciting than the world cup"</title><content type='html'>general elections! i'm very excited for the results ^^ &lt;s&gt;(OH LOOK I'M SO POLITICALLY-INCLINED)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously. it's been so long since we had an INTERESTING election :O with so many key players this time round~ both in terms of GRCs/SMPs and CANDIDATES LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm doing bio sia :D fish dissection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i've chem sia, uh chinese composition and OH YEAH JIANG HOMEWORK wtfbbq :3 i dislike doing jiang homework argh i'm so tired :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't get why people hate PAP so much honestly. yes it's true they're not PERFECT; which government is you tell me -_- they're one of the better governments around (hello least corrupted) and okay, opposition IS lacking in the parliament. but there's no need to go so far and push pap completely off the edge :/ like some people on temasek review are saying (i roll my eyes at them). i think minister george yeo is v awesome D: plsplspls aljunied PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg so funny that PM Lee said he's new to the fb game so "there's no need to flame" him. i am quoting the person from VOTE 2011 SINGAPORE. yes i'm watching it! but results only come out at 11 :( but it's still so FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i shall continue my powerpoint. i hope you miss my posts because i miss them too ._. baiiii love yall (okay. not really. but yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-7050235091298231416?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7050235091298231416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7050235091298231416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7050235091298231416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7050235091298231416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-more-exciting-than-world-cup.html' title='&quot;it&apos;s more exciting than the world cup&quot;'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-854269407152488943</id><published>2011-05-05T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T01:14:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was actually inspired just now~</title><content type='html'>inspired to write stuff on my blog! but right now ahaha i completely lost interest in it, as i am wont to do ._.&lt;div&gt;but okay, for the TWO people who read my blog (jiachun and sabrina), i shall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay this is a reflective post about self-improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my head just now, this was a deep and thought-provoking post but i've forgotten how to start it ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking back on everything that has happened recently, I FEEL SO OVERWHELMED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i used to think i don't have any commitments (except french and np la) but now i DO. &lt;s&gt;maybe&lt;/s&gt; definitely not as much as people from council/psl/etc! in charge of organising and etc. but quite a fair few. mostly from np ._. QT, ST and now NPDP which khengfang just informed me about. not about NPDP; about my ROLE IN IT (WTADASD). which is something for later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. yep. overwhelmed. but i still can't quite wrap my head around all the things i've to do, and i'm still slacking around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last act, i was making so many mistakes and my rifle wasn't straight and obviously wai1 and my drills were just BADDDDDDDDDDDDDDD and somemore i wasn't feeling well enough for PT so generally my performance was just horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dislike-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could totally give an excuse for my performance. i could say, i wasn't feeling well (because i really wasn't -_-). actually partially, yes that's true i was distracted by the constant pain in my stomach. but a larger part of my mistake-making was my LACK OF SKILL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LACK OF SKILL. it's not just in np, but also in other parts of my life. academics ._____., general social aptitude (i am very socially inept), etc. i Know this. i completely and totally know i am lacking and i want to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT DO I TRY (oh i realise i've been talking about this exact same topic for years now lol same old same old).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no i don't. okay maybe i do, but i've no willpower to continue. if i were to meet with a car accident (choy touchwood) i would confirm (CHOY) die because i've no willpower to continue living wtf. this willpower, or lack thereof, thing is severely affecting my POTENTIAL (...). i believe i can do better; i KNOW i can. looking at my A1s (okay be good i actually got any hor), i can't help but feel DISSATISFIED (i try to ignore the others. but i also look at them and feel dissatisfied). i tell myself, and others, that A1 is already GOOD, that i shouldn't ask for more given my usual standards. but deep down i KNOW i can achieve a higher A1, if only i'd worked harder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay but enough of all this i-know-but-i-just-can't rubbish, let's take a twist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'm scared of doing my best. i'm afraid that if i really do my best, and am aware of it, if the results aren't good then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then yeah i would feel even more depressed 'cause even my best isn't enough. in my head i can imagine all sorts of great things i can do if ONLY I TRIED HARDER, but if reality doesn't meet up to expectations i'd just implode, seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i don't try. i don't try, so that even if i don't do well, i can still tell myself "oh srsly you can do better just try harder Next Time".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next time next time. next time NEVER comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i'm pissed with myself, strangely. because this sticking my head in a hole thing is so blindingly obvious that even I MYSELF CAN SEE IT. maybe you can't haha but wtv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thing is... i want change. and not just the change that politicians always seem to gua4 zai4 zui3 bian1. the REAL ACTUAL CHANGE, the one you don't need to say - just do. (okay it is a bit peculiar that i am announcing my intention to change in this case)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm exhausted. it's one o'clock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should sleep soon. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-854269407152488943?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/854269407152488943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=854269407152488943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/854269407152488943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/854269407152488943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-was-actually-inspired-just-now.html' title='i was actually inspired just now~'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-2240921479555976388</id><published>2011-04-23T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:26:51.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a few things</title><content type='html'>1. I'm sorry for being such an annoying fangirl (actually I'm not very in-your-face about it okay?) but SNSD'S  MR TAXI WAHAHA.&lt;div&gt;2. Please watch Star Awards tomorrow LOL.  I am very excited to see Rui En's inevitable award in the Top Ten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Also quanyifeng's BLONDE HAIR O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I've been glued to my phone/the computer these two days. DISCIPLINE, FIONA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. BAIII (jiayoujiayou)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-2240921479555976388?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/2240921479555976388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=2240921479555976388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/2240921479555976388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/2240921479555976388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-few-things.html' title='just a few things'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-5445369184364109723</id><published>2011-04-21T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:52:11.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am back! good friday to you.</title><content type='html'>HELLO THERE! I am finally back. Honestly after such a LONG HIATUS (the longest I've been since PSLE, I think O:), I don't really feel the inclination to blog anymore. But I can't disappoint the few who come here expecting something new! I now acknowledge the fact that some people actually come here (e.g. Sabrina. Ting Ting (?). Sabrina. Erm.) so YEAH! I update :)&lt;div&gt;There's so much going on with life right now. Mostly academic stuff. Block tests are OVER. In fact, we've gotten our results back already -_- Double Erm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm paying more attention in class too, which is great! Especially in Math ._. (I really need the extra focus... yes) I'm doing pretty okay in the sciences :D! Chinese is... Chinesey. As for LA, I CONSTANTLY IMPROVE. YEP. What else is there? Oh, wait, History.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;._. Okay never mind LOL! Let us abruptly change the topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is the fan not blowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is very hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay why not I share with yall 5 Ways To Tone Your Inner Thighs (I am unabashedly implying that I indeed googled that.):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fitsugar.com/5-Ways-Tone-Your-Inner-Thighs-3933054?page=0,0,0"&gt;http://www.fitsugar.com/5-Ways-Tone-Your-Inner-Thighs-3933054?page=0,0,0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ There! I'm not really looking at it, though (REALLY). I'm more interested in uhm, tumblrs and youtube. THE LIFE OF A SONE. So exciting. Although, ohgod, half the time I spend on the computer is on kpop-related/SNSD-related stuff, a quarter is on random trivia (like... yeah), one-eighth on computer games and the rest on homework. TRIPLE Erm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's a bit more varied that my previous allocation, which was: 100%: Rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes! I'm going to Taiwan in May! June! May? I think it's May .___. Oh so FUN. Maybe I'll get to see a Taiwanese star like SHOW LUO WHOOOHOOOO (then I'll get his autograph and photocopy it for Khengfang. OH I could get one for KF also! I'm such a great squadmate right).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also. I'm in the shooting team -_- Weiting and I have come to a very reasonable and logical conclusion that our positions in the respective teams are completely strategic, yo. Okay I shan't talk about that :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I'm waiting for the video to load. Which is why I'm crapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this is enough, Sabrina! :D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay wait i need to mention that i really miss people, which means ex-Classmates!!! of nyps and of 213'10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-5445369184364109723?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/5445369184364109723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=5445369184364109723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5445369184364109723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5445369184364109723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-back-good-friday-to-you.html' title='i am back! good friday to you.'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-1768222325651940642</id><published>2011-04-06T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T23:53:12.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woohoo i'm backkkky</title><content type='html'>hai yall! i'm back! lol i feel like i abandoned my blog T_T which i probably did. sorry, to both readers (?!) and my blog (?!?!). anyway i TOTES have a reason for that. block tests. and of course my father wouldn't let me anywhere near the computer, so i'd to sneak online (roflrofl) and watch videos/facebook/game. aiya sorry la.&lt;br /&gt;blocks are over! it generally went quite disturbingly. on the whole it was passably okay... a bit on the screwed side. but i tell you what was really screwed. okay? MATH. i seriously am not good at it. i might _ _ _ _ it okay! in fact...&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind my mother reads my blog. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;hmm! i must tell you about my dreams lately! recently i've been dreaming really... weird dreams. an example: my tower defense dream! these few days i've been addicted to tower defense games :D they're so fun! yey! anyway the point is, i had a dream about BEING IN A TOWER DEFENSE GAME. and it was set in some resort's bathroom or a sauna or whatever, somewhere with really posh-looking cubicles. and no doors.&lt;br /&gt;AHEM. so right, the little monsters/aliens/whatevers would stomp in through the main door, and head for the defender (i.e. me and my allies, whoever they were O_O) to FIGHT, or whatever. yep. &lt;br /&gt;the boss level was super weird oh god. YES BOSS LEVEL. this huge evil-looking thing came up to me, and suddenly i teleported to the other side of the bathroom/sauna. then somehow i got chased up a CUBICLE WALL?! this must be signifying my underlying anger, like you know "being driven up a wall". okay anyway somehow i now held TWO weapons instead of one, which was useful as i was basically uhmmmm shooting (?) at TWO monsters. one on the left and one on the right. because i was sitting on a wall, remember? oh gosh this totally shows my "sitting on the fence" tendencies!&lt;br /&gt;okay now i shall play armorgames. goodbye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-1768222325651940642?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/1768222325651940642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=1768222325651940642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1768222325651940642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1768222325651940642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/04/woohoo-im-backkkky.html' title='woohoo i&apos;m backkkky'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7379396892671096912</id><published>2011-03-23T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:57:14.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress Report.</title><content type='html'>Eh okau, so i got the progress report today. Uhm, it's really dissatisfactory. Okay, actually compared to the previous years it's relatively tokay, i guess. Ohgodthisipad'slanguageisfrenchwtfthewordskeepautocorrectingtowordsidek. But yes, the progress report! I guess the only, really really upsetting thing was for LA. Haha. Right now i feel a bit lost, because i &lt;s&gt;allais&lt;/s&gt;  always thought my LA was not bad. Maybe not good either, BUT NOT BAD. Apparently the teacher thinks otherwise, because.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i'm not going to say it hère! But i will take her words to heart: she is someone i respect after all. Argh oh dear. What am i good at? Evidently nothing much at all.&lt;br /&gt;hère i end this woeful post .____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blocksxwdeafaefonqqbgn dvqiaeboae oevaondqv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-7379396892671096912?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7379396892671096912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7379396892671096912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7379396892671096912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7379396892671096912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/03/progress-report.html' title='Progress Report.'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6382850086086558362</id><published>2011-03-20T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T15:55:58.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wendy's!</title><content type='html'>Hai guys, long time no see o.o I haven't been blogging for ages lol ._. So much for being a dedicated blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm at a Wendy's outlet nao!! OMG in America Wendy's is probably ad ubiquitous as McDonald's wtf. But this is a milestone in my sad life. Celebrate it! Although at this rate I'm gonna be really unhealthy. Aiya whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Holidays are almost over, omg. Controls os tomorrow and I am not the least bit prepared. Arghxz after the movie (yep! Diary of a Wimpy Kid, lol) I'm gonna studyyy :D hopefully. No wait, I NEED to. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Argh it's been a week after OBS and I'm still sick wth .__. -Sniffs-&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! I shall enjoy the last hours of fun and joy, then go home and face French and homework. Gbye! I hope yall are doing well too :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6382850086086558362?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6382850086086558362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6382850086086558362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6382850086086558362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6382850086086558362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/03/wendys.html' title='Wendy&apos;s!'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-5603854214962379881</id><published>2011-03-16T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:55:44.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamz</title><content type='html'>i need to do homework!&lt;div&gt;but anyway the focus today is on my dream last night. DREAMS to be exact. i dreamt of snsd again WAHAHA but i cannot really remember. oh yeah i dreamt they came to singapore and i hung out with sunny and she was short -_- does that even make sense wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i dreamt about obs. again. )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i gtg do workkkk byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-5603854214962379881?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/5603854214962379881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=5603854214962379881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5603854214962379881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5603854214962379881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreamz.html' title='dreamz'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6350236839700290197</id><published>2011-03-13T08:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T08:34:21.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>idk if it's cause i'm sick, or tired from obs, or both, BUT I JUST SLEPT 14.5 HOURS STRAIGHT WTFWTFWTF NEW RECORD.&lt;div&gt;which also means i wasted &lt;s&gt;close to&lt;/s&gt; one day+ of my revision time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye! i gtg take medicine ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6350236839700290197?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6350236839700290197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6350236839700290197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6350236839700290197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6350236839700290197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/03/oo.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-67349471855749282</id><published>2011-03-12T16:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:54:10.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish you enough</title><content type='html'>before i start blogging about obs, i need to state how freaked out i am that the day before the tsunami hit japan and hawaii and other places, i was kayaking o_o it probably has no relation but whatever! still freaked out!&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay obs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the first day, when i reached obs, i honestly thought i wouldn't survive in that place. it was insect-infested (baby cockroaches were scuttling around; there was many unidentified flying whatevers disturbing us, etc.), the toilets were so smelly that i could smell the .. anyway, it was just really horrible. i didn't have high hopes for the camp, i only wished that i would somehow get through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we didn't do much on the first day, mostly admin stuff, which was boring. i learnt to pitch a tent though (as in a different type), which was cool. also, i slept in a tent for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at night, it rained buckets and our tent was flooded. we were only of the lucky ones, i suppose, since some people had their tents almost entirely water-filled, and they'd to sleep with their backs soaked. an instructor came to zip up the tent flap, but water still dripped in from the top and the sides. my tent slept sitting cross-legged on the damp floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the second day, we practised kayaking. i dropped ting ting's spectacles into the sea (A STUPID CLUMSY ACCIDENT) and felt guilty. to find the spectacles, kai (our instructor! who is btw very nice) had to dive in the sea water and HE DROPPED HIS IPHONE. you are probably hating me now for being such a clumsy idiot, yeah me too. technically, it was his fault for actually bringing the phone down to the water, but i was indirectly the cause of his loss! and i felt even worse. i felt like escaping from this horrible dream back to friendly singapore where there'd be no seas to drop things into. but even as i tried to retreat into a shell, i couldn't, because kayaking - feeling the wind, the water, the sun - was just too real for any sort of fantasy. and anyway i'd to live with it. so i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we kayaked to camp 1, which was relatively close by, although it felt so far away when we'd to capsize and all that. i hate capsizing ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the second day, we had height elements! something with logs o_O anyway, i tried it, but i couldn't reach the top ): one more log to go. but i was afraid that i would roll over and die; even with the harness (omg the harness i would like to point out that on the first day for belaying practice, the male instructors wore the harness very disturbingly omg). i guess this was sort of a regret: that i could've done it, but i was too scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so tired on the second night, that i feel asleep during a debrief -_- kai said some saddening things about life in general. he's really inspiring T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i shall digress to talk about kai. i think i'll always remember him. firstly i must say that he's quite shuai o_O okay how disturbing of me to say this but anyway, that is not the main thing that i'll remember him for. the thing is, kai is very inspiring and very - how do i say it? - wise? his words are all thought-provoking, and they make me think about life and family and friends and obs. another thing about kai is that he's really mysterious -.- unlike other instructors, he's super dao at times but randomly random/funny (e.g. lady macbeth's "unsex me here" LOL HE SAID THAT. and other instructors were so shocked hahaha rofl). but more of really dao. i'm a person who is very needy in the sense that i need affirmation and i'm sensitive to others' emotions (kindaa), and his daoness REALLY affected me. i tell you even the most unperceptive person could've told that kai was different from other instructors -_- other instructors laugh and joke around with their group, but kai was like "orh" (then turns away). it IS cool, but... yknow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay back to the second day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;generally, it was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the third day! we went trekking :) surprisingly, it wasn't too bad. my shoulders ached, my legs did a bit, but it was totally fine other than that :3 and finally after lots of trekking, we reached camp 3! camp 3 is actually just a clearing in the bushes facing the sea ._. NO TOILET. anyway, we'd to wake up at 2+ for sentry duty, then 5 o'clock to prepare for the sea expedition! i.e. kayaking :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kayaking was totally... equal parts scary and fun. the first few hours were really good - awesome breeze, bearable sun (but the light shined in my eyes and it was difficult to see ._.), nice water. then suddenly the weather changed a little after reaching chek jawa O_O the clouds got heavier, the water got choppier (seriously i was damn scared! oh and vulgar-level increased tenfold wtf) and the wind was very strong (but TOO strong). then it started, of all things, to rain. we'd to eat lunch holding on to the instructors' boat -_- (rofl kai wore a mask he looked like a bank robber) and lots of food dropped into the water because basically we'd to either throw the food around or feed each other ._. my hands were totally hurting from gripping the kayaks beside mine tightly, gah. it was just really emotionally and physically draining oh godd. TEN HOURS. EIGHTEEN KILOMETRES. my wrist really hurts now. and it was raining half of the way, so i caught a cold, i think ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but after kayaking we still had to endure the cold shower ._. anyway yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cried!! 'cause i was missing obs (already) but i also missed my home ): so i had... conflicting emotions? argh idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday... the last day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't cry or anything. but i missed home REALLY BADLY. and at the same time i couldn't bear to leave camp 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after reaching singapore i went with ting ting to coro to eat fried rice (OMG DAMN NICE) and drink bubble tea!! OMG AND I SAW YANNIMA'AM oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aha what else. i went home after that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-67349471855749282?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/67349471855749282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=67349471855749282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/67349471855749282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/67349471855749282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-wish-you-enough.html' title='i wish you enough'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-8260836961109525612</id><published>2011-03-05T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:07:30.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bound for...</title><content type='html'>obs in a few days! omg but now i'm listening to my podcast omg T_T i suckkkk LOLOL.&lt;div&gt;okay i am distracted by my own voice. not that it's very nice ._. but arghhh I HOPE I DIDN'T SCREW UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY YAY I DIDN'T SCREW UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay okay back to the topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was depressing so i shan't say anything here, in case your mood gets dampened by it. anyway yesterday i also tried to take all my files home, for revision (because! block tests are coming oh dear how annoying). and here are two things that happened to me because of the stupid files.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. on the bus to KAP with squadmates, because i was holding like, 2 gigantic files and 1 slightly smaller file and 1 freaking heavy history book and 1 less heavy but still relatively heavy chemistry book and some random books/papers, as i was walking up the stairs to the second level, my centre of gravity shifted and i fell headfirst onto some random step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pauses for effect-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this was contributed by my heavy bag, and 'cause i was leaning slightly forward to go up. and yeah... embarrassing much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i fell headfirst. on a step. but i wasn't hurt, 'cause my files and everything cushioned my fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if it can even be called a fall o_o i just... bent forward. but whatever. still embarrassing T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) also on a bus, after KAP! i erm, was carrying all my rubbish and tried to take out my wallet. and i was successful! so i was like, yey. then as i was walking i heard a sudden sound, as if something had dropped. so i looked around, but it was eight plus so i couldn't really see anything. as such, i thought it was my imagination or whatever and continued walking to an empty seat, and with much difficulty unloaded my baggage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then in actual fact i'd dropped my wallet, so i'd to make xuedi (213 senior... chinese dancer... also person who helped me pick up my wallet) wait for ages while i struggled with the files. then, i walked and took the wallet, thanked her, and went back to my seat, then thanked the dude who was sitting next to me for helping me prevent the files from dropping off, and then this extra njc guy snickered at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever la -flips hair-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg thursday was depressing! i got back my this i believe essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT SUCKED, WTH. as in the mark. but i can't say anything in defence of myself, but the truth is that it wasn't very good ._. after receiving the result, i just sat there...  greatly humbled. honestly, fiona isn't that good at writing. she just has amazing lucky flukes. but no, fiona, you have a long way to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like ms chan said, SOPHISTICATION OF LANGUAGE (i expect yall are laughing to yourself now. stop laughing. IT HURTS T_T). but i am totally... unsophisticated, she's right. whatever you were thinking about my language skills... they're probably right too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omgomapjqepj123 i feel that people are judging me ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay yknow what. i am going to pack for obs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bai!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-8260836961109525612?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/8260836961109525612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=8260836961109525612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8260836961109525612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8260836961109525612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/03/bound-for.html' title='bound for...'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-1311694372001145160</id><published>2011-02-26T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T15:51:56.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random drawings on paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lrKDGAYhXPk/TWixBibySKI/AAAAAAAAB_I/YQqnR4K9TbQ/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lrKDGAYhXPk/TWixBibySKI/AAAAAAAAB_I/YQqnR4K9TbQ/s200/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577902778479691938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's smudgedddd 'cause it rained heavily after act and i got caught in the rain T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was really hungry when i drew on this! okay lemme explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday during recess, we'd this gep briefing/meeting thing, so we'd to go to the board room :O and LO AND BEHOLD, there was food provided for us! ^^ japanese food, actually omnom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i ate... two packets -cough-. i drew ^ after the first packet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHA. and i still was hungry after that roflroflrofl O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw ma'ams yesterday too! because of prize-giving :D i totally avoided them ._. for no reason at all, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;homework!! so much chinese T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-1311694372001145160?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/1311694372001145160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=1311694372001145160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1311694372001145160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1311694372001145160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-drawings-on-paper.html' title='random drawings on paper'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lrKDGAYhXPk/TWixBibySKI/AAAAAAAAB_I/YQqnR4K9TbQ/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-1888479286995792792</id><published>2011-02-25T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T22:56:31.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am blogging semi-regularly</title><content type='html'>hi guys! credits to hanyi:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(89, 89, 90); font-family: Arial, Arial, Arial, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Left brain:&lt;/i&gt; I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I love the familiar. I categorize.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am accurate. Linear. &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Analytical.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;A master of words and language.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(I wish ._.) Realistic. &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;I calculate equations and play with numbers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;I am order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am logic. I know exactly who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right brain:&lt;/i&gt; I am the right brain. &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I am creativity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;A free spirit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I am passion.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Yearning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;"&gt;Sensuality.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I am the sound of roaring laughter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;I am taste.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The feeling of sand beneath bare feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt; I am movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Vivid colors.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;I am boundless imagination.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Poetry.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;I sense.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: underline; "&gt;I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am everything I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I! Am! As! Such!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-1888479286995792792?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/1888479286995792792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=1888479286995792792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1888479286995792792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1888479286995792792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/02/am-blogging-semi-regularly.html' title='am blogging semi-regularly'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-5776688659406483370</id><published>2011-02-23T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:17:22.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ocsuBqjiHNc/TWTAol71w4I/AAAAAAAAB-4/oEEzLCkRZi4/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ocsuBqjiHNc/TWTAol71w4I/AAAAAAAAB-4/oEEzLCkRZi4/s200/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576794042201916290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ocsuBqjiHNc/TWTAol71w4I/AAAAAAAAB-4/oEEzLCkRZi4/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(read from right to left!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hugo is dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONCE AGAIN, THIS KIND OF POST APPEARS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faksd/? why is he dying? I DON'T KNOW. he was fine a few days ago, when i checked on him. then you say "fiona you didn't check on him yesterday" etc. etc. i didn't. because who'd have thought? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY? why now? he's not that old. he wasn't sick. HOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not that close to hugo, afksdc it he is my brother's. but i am sad. sad because his life ended HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a full stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he's not dead yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's sleeping. and okay this might seem like i've mistaken him for dying but he hasn't eaten his food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i... i want to hope, but hope can't bring him back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so tired of all this. i will never own a pet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i lied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. DON'T. KNOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i don't want hugo to die :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm scared burberry and nikebaby will die too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my _ just said that she was dying too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-5776688659406483370?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/5776688659406483370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=5776688659406483370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5776688659406483370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5776688659406483370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/02/read-from-right-to-left-hugo-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ocsuBqjiHNc/TWTAol71w4I/AAAAAAAAB-4/oEEzLCkRZi4/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6290809562510391662</id><published>2011-02-22T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T22:46:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wth?</title><content type='html'>today was a totally weird day o_o and in a neutral kinda weird o_o&lt;div&gt;firstly act! O_O O_O I MADE A WEIRD MISTAKE?!?! let's not dwell on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-moving on-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, moving on... OMG pitching was a terror due to that weird mistake ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and omg vanessa + bouncing pole?! (this is v cryptic 'cause you are not supposed to understand it duhhh unless you were there duhhh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay onto things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhm. i realise i don't really blog much ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but honestly, there's nothing much to blog about! i realise that the days pass SO fast nao. it's already week 8 O_O seriously WAO. and haha, i still miss 213.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-reflective silence-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've to admit i was Disappointed today. (another cryptic message unrelated to the cryptic message above) 2 years - and you STILL don't know. i feel like i try to give and give and you keep on - not even taking, just leaving everything on the sidewalk, while you walk on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, you are moving on. and i? i'm trying to. but when i catch up with you, like old friends do, you brush me off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay skip to happier things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE IS AN ANT ON THE LAPTOP IT IS V ANNOYING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was not the happier thing. uhm, happy! because ... i... will... eat... less... and exercise moar. OKAY HAHA I FAIL AT WEIGHT LOSS WTFWTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think i'm growing fatter o_o like i can see/feel a difference? but sabrina doesn't. i think she's just unobservant. you'll probably go "OMG FIONA YOU GETTING &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/en.%20wikipedia.org/wiki/Body_dysmorphic_disorder"&gt;BDD&lt;/a&gt; OMG" but no! truthfully it's not a very OBVIOUS weight gain, because i gain weight -cough- at the thighs which i Normally Don't Expose (speaking of which today -_- i wore semi-translucent shorts WTFFF VERY UNSUITABLE RIGHT HAHA okay pretend i'm talking to myself) yezzz. okay this is a bit too much information ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm! tomorrow i must buy new foolscap ^^ i love new foolscap. new anything, actually - they are clean, and not faded/scratched, and i like the thought of new beginnings. except people-wise, i like both old and new people wth. in fact i think sometimes i cling too much to memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aiy! anyway. PE tomorrow ^^ i like mr ang :D's muscles!! THIS SOUNDS SO WRONG BUT NO. i am envious of them wth T_T and okay maybe if i actually possessed his muscle mass it'd look super huge on my body frame O_O so maybe HALF of it. and his muscle strength is just WAO! ahaha. i realise i'm super unfit wth -sighs-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiona will download snsd videos into her phone O_O i can watch them on the bus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my like for snsd is completely not weird! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm so incoherent and i'm babbling on and no one really reads this lor! 'cause all the people that i know read my blog say 1. "i read it occasionally" or 2. i ctrl-f my name or 3. TOO LONG AND THE FONT TOO SMALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA it's all so true. i feel so dejected nao. blogging used to be what i really treasured, 'cause in a way - after blogging so long omg like 5 years?!?! OMG. - it kinda defines me. but now i'm blogging less and less (grammar...?) D: so Sad. So Sad. and right now, i'm slowly beginning to discover that no one really read my blog in the first place and no one really reads my blog now and i know blogging is supposed to be for myself but cannot! i'm very self-centred one ARGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so traumatizing; it's like you're the earth and one day you realise the sun doesn't revolve around you after all (FML).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but... oh well. i'll live with it :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ms chan gave us a list of recommended books and movies and i am awakened in a "WTF HOW COME I HAVE READ LESS THAN A QUARTER OF THIS" way. i think esther ma'am would totally like the list ARGHZX CHEEM PEOPLE (although their cheemness does not define them).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg i just typed like an ahlian. (and now i'm stereotyping ah lians!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay yknow what, goodbye :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6290809562510391662?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6290809562510391662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6290809562510391662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6290809562510391662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6290809562510391662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/02/wth.html' title='wth?'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7067969163143896265</id><published>2011-02-19T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:34:18.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>serzly</title><content type='html'>i seriously hate it like this.&lt;div&gt;i hate it when i feel disappointed by myself, when i've to pretend that it's alright, when squadmates are angry, when tensions run high, when it has to end like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG AND I SAW JJM YESTERDAY?! on 961?! i'm totally unprepared for things like that omfg because 961 - no one takes it.  and then i'm on my phone and looking and then suddenly i feel a strange compulsion to turn (actually i think someone bumped onto me ._.) to the side and I SEE JJM?!?!? who was leaving the bus (i was standing in front of the doors) with her friend. and that was omfgfreaky and unexpected and i said: "hi ma'am". and when she left: "bye ma'am". LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is closing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-7067969163143896265?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7067969163143896265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7067969163143896265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7067969163143896265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7067969163143896265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/02/serzly.html' title='serzly'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-8056923402502705484</id><published>2011-02-13T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:05:29.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh? lmp.</title><content type='html'>i am strangely, so very tired.&lt;div&gt;ARGHSZXAFE MATH QUIZ TEEDOTTEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-8056923402502705484?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/8056923402502705484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=8056923402502705484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8056923402502705484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8056923402502705484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/02/eh-lmp.html' title='eh? lmp.'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-3989956849717070958</id><published>2011-02-12T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:44:36.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just had a dream about</title><content type='html'>about going to a snsd concert -cries-. okay this is not my fault it is JIACHUN'S FAULT FOR GOING TO TAYLOR SWIFT'S CONCERT IN THE FIRST PLACE :( which made me think about going to a snsd concert. but actually the dream wasn't very realistic, yet the first thing i thought of when i woke up was &lt;div&gt;I NEED TO BLOG ABOUT THIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before i realised... there is actually nothing to blog about, wtf. although the phrase could mean blogging about my dream... which i am doing now, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things that happened that were weird:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- tingting (?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- my grandmother's bed O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- plastic umbrellas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay at least it was practical in a sense, because it was in korean. i didn't really HEAR the korean, though o_O and there was this part where 9 fans of the 9 of them in snsd were chosen to give snsd a PRESENT that included WEITING who was giving someone corn. which is weird, because 1. weiting doesn't like snsd she likes super junior 2. i think i mixed this up somehow with her good progress award wthwth (the going on stage part LOL).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and of course there was the usual teleportion, from my grandmother's bed (where we choped seats using the plastic umbrellas... super wtf) to the concert venue HAHAHA. oh and i was with ting ting. no idea why ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay that's it i gotta goooooooo :D bai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-3989956849717070958?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/3989956849717070958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=3989956849717070958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3989956849717070958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3989956849717070958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-had-dream-about.html' title='i just had a dream about'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6193257509741159031</id><published>2011-02-03T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:32:26.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xin nian dao~</title><content type='html'>yo! okayokay i've to go bathe soon so! ^^ here's my first day of the lunar new year.&lt;div&gt;uhm, i woke up pretty late. around 11 or so. but i really slept late yesterday :3 so yep! actually i woke up groggily, then went into my parents' room and saw my father sleeping on the bed so i sat on the bed and dozed off ._. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then when i was finally awake i did these things in order: 1. eat breakfast 2. change 3. wear shoes 4. walk around aimlessly 5. wish my hamsters a happy new year and sang them a xin nian ge. HAHAHA I'M QUITE WEIRD RIGHT? also i brought burberry out to play! and then she wriggled through a hole. you know the bed, at the corners there are... gaps, yes? she totally ran through and i panicked at some ball of dust thinking that she was stuck there O_O and then when i finally realised that the dust was not her, i quickly pushed the mattress (below the bed) out and tried to look for her. then, my grandmother screamed at me 'cause she was literally halfway across the dining room already wtf and then i screamed also and i was wearing socks and i slid across the floor and ! tada. by then i was seriously freaked so i grabbed her and rested on the bed again. she wriggled out again and fell (!! i'm super afraid of her falling 'cause i don't want it to be like the &lt;a href="http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-evil.html"&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt;. but it was okay this time la 'cause it wasn't from too high up) and ran away AGAIN but at least she couldn't get away :D okay anyway i realise i devoted an entire paragraph to this little incident ._. my sentences are all jumbled up and running into each other wth bad sentence structure okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ SEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm. Yes. After all that, we went out! By then, it was already around noon :/ and so, my parents + my brother and sister + I tried to hail a taxi/call a taxi. We failed miserably. Around one (YES! We waited for one hour -_- so failllll.) we decided, haha, to take the MRT to Redhill, where my maternal grandparents are living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived at my grandparents' house, we basically ate lunch (a super late lunch at four o'clock -.-) and hung around being bored. I googled creepy stuff! Like literally "creepy things on the internet" because I was being biantai and weird?! and _ never mind. And I found a creepypasta tumblr that freaked me out to the max wtf. Then I googled Barney and discovered that Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez were once on the series! And Barney is now on hiatus LOL. But I'm a bit slow regarding the Demi/Selena thing o_o they were so cute back then! (and pretty now~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! So I googled creepy stuff (ew suicide of politican I will not say the name here omg 'cause I feel kinda creeped out, like, NOW o_o) and then slept in the taxi (v uncomfortably) on the way to my paternal grandmother's/aunt's house! (My grandmother is living with one of my aunts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of people there! Little boredom! Ate! Played Taptap! Played with 2 of my cousins ^^ and gambled! Okay i've loads to say about this (my shift key is completely screwed eek). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah so gambing! cny recreational gambling is quite common i'd assume? IS IT ILLEGAL OMG okay never mind. okay well in my family it occurs every year or so la, and i don't usually participate in it. but this year, out of interest, i did! and for the first part of the gambling, my father was winning. BIGTIME. and i felt really creeped out and freaked out and !!!! in general because according to the fengshui shifu my mother (who was sitting beside my father during the process) would be having good luck (her zodiac is the dog!) this year. and SCARILY, MY FATHER WON EVERY SINGLE ROUND, EVEN AS THE DEALER?!??! and also when i curiously joined in, i won the first few rounds too! which i felt was kind of eerie and xie2... o_o like he was totally on a winning streak and the pile of money kept increasing. actually i think besides this weird luckiness, something that bothered me was this phrase, running through my mind "what goes around comes around". i don't mean to cu*se my father or WHAT but seriously... i was thinking that throughout. lo and behold, the second half he lost terribly (but still not as seriously as he won o_O). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i lost even more wtfff i even borrowed money from rachel (my cousin). OKAY SORRY FOR A MOMENT THERE I SUCCUMBED TO THE LURE OF THE &lt;s&gt;SIN&lt;/s&gt; GAMBLING BUG. okay sorry sorry i will never do it again. and i don't think i can be a gambler, ever, because looking at the faces of my relatives... and that feeling... was not good at all? like, some people feel really exhilarated winning, but all i felt was a weird vibe. even though when i saw that pile of money, the feeling was momentarily GREAT! but it passed v quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the purpose of the above paragraph is to show yall that i'm v moral actually. actually no whatever. BAI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(note: no pictures because my camera phone is uncharged ._. i'll upload them... soon.) (REALLY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second day, whoohoo. ERM!  no pictures. i forgot to take them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i woke up around 9+, and did the usual stuff etc. then, we took a taxi to my aunt's house! we were the first to arrive (around eleven thirty) FOR ONCE HAHA. i ate a lot: sausages omnom (NOT THE CUT-THE-ROPE CHARACTER), french fries, and oreo bonbons. and a lot of other cny goodies GAHHH. also played ball (half-heartedly ._.) and hung around~ with the tortoise! lol. it likes to crawl up to peoples' feet O_O?! i think it's 'cause it was cold D: because seriously, when it climbed up to my feet, its belly (?) was really wet and cold ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then! we went to some relative's house. i don't really... know. anyway food! and card games. ooh card games are fun! like bridge ^^ and taiti. WE DIDN'T USE MONEY HOR. and i am not sinking into an abyss of gambling! also played hide and seek with some of the children ^^ they're so cute omg. liek seriously i'm so OLD omg! i just felt "15" very strongly. and michelle (my older cousin) IS ALREADY EIGHTEEN WTFWTF. that's... so... old. W-O-W -expounds on this-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then! we went to someone's house. i don't know how to translate it from the dialect O_O okay anyway, it was just a short stopover, anyway. we went to another person's house (JUST TWO UNITS AWAY :D so convenient! especially to take care of the elderly... aunt. i cannot phrase this properly at all) to EAT MORE and WATCH PEOPLE PLAY CARD GAMES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we came back home! on the way home i totally spammed &lt;a href="http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/creepypasta"&gt;creepypastaaaaaaa&lt;/a&gt; (i totally hope _ doesn't see this PLSPLSPLS) on my phone. but i cannot take video creepypastas wtf. TEXT CREEPYPASTAS ARE CREEPY ENOUGH, thanks. but strangely addictive O_O yep~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and later we're gonna celebrate my grandaunt (who lives with us)'s birthday! HAPPYBIRTHDAY -add heart-. i'm very sorry to my grandaunt who has to put up with my nonsense FOR 15 YEARS OF HER LONG LONG LIFE. and i hope she lives till she's 100 very happily and healthily ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;okayy. i'm gonna post this when i've added the pictures ^^&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hai! so, it's almost a week after the first day of cny -_- in fact, it has been a week -_- anyway it's the 11th of february now and i've got a sh!tty migraine (wtf) that has been annoying me for the ENTIRE DAY and being very painful and on-off (!! HATE THESE KINDS MAX!) and generally.. horrible. so i'm gonna blog fast and go sleep D: my eyes kinda hurt O_O the screen seems so bright lollol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i'll be blogging about yesterday, mainly! interesting anecdote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, so yesterday i was wearing squad hoodie onto the bus, 'cause it was really cold. so yes, i went into the bus and fell asleep... as usual -_- so apparently, I BLENDED IN WITH THE BUS' INTERIOR AT DAWN OR SOMETHING because no one woke me up when we reached nanyang. in fact, i was sleeping all throughout and the driver apparently didn't see me either; neither did the next schools' students (i'm just assuming there were other schools, 'cause 1. when i woke up at cashew road/street/whatever, there was a school nearby 2. the bus driver asked me what school i was from) care. SO YES I WOKE UP AT CASHEW ROAD?! LOL?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay this part is slightly freaky: uhm, i sometimes have outofbody experiences/semi-consciousness. so i'll be actually sleeping, but i'd hear the people near me speaking. when these incidents occur, the people are usually speaking about me, and then i hear my name and then i wake up. but this time, they hadn't even mentioned my name/me yet; the driver and the auntie were outside the school bus discussing some driver thing, and then suddenly (in chinese), i hear a loud !:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AIYO! WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i was startled and woke up. and i was like WTFWTFWHEREAMI. and anyway that's basically it. the driver drove me to nanyang; i was LATE (obviously) (but shhh i didn't get caught SHHH, somehow o_o). yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's it! and yesterday i was thinking about how maturity is such a fascinating thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously, if you read my blog from 2 years ago and my blog NOW, the posts and styles are SO DIFFERENT. it's only been 2 years, and i've seem to have grown so much emotionally. most importantly, my blog is SO BORING NAOO and i'm not saying this only 'cause i've not been blogging (-cough-). it's just, the posts are not entertaining/funny and i talk randomly and i am growing duller and duller by the second too. ofc this means that i'm less frivolous... which i actually don't like. as in i like being frivolous (?!)-sounding and frivolous-looking but i don't like being frivolous. BUT I AM NOT! FRIVOLOUS. really, i know it may seem really unbelievablehaha, but sincerely i am a Deep Thinker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay fiona you can stop this now back to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! and anyway i was thinking about this on the mrt after my dental appointment yesterday, and i thought: does this maturity mean i'm fully emotionally mature now, like an adult? because when i normally think about these issues, the height of emotional maturity (to me) seems to be when I'VE REACHED ADULTHOOD. so i was pondering: have i experienced things beyond my years, and most importantly, have i matured beyond my years too? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sure most of us (erm maybe only me -_-?) think at points in our lives: life sucks. it is full of sh!t. where's the meaning in this pointless routine? does this mean that we've matured? we might THINK that what we're feeling and experiencing (at that point in time) is dreadfully... adult, and so PROFOUND, but we're all wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean okay i'm mostly talking about myself, because there were times when i reflect on a certain issue, and i feel slightly proud for being so cheem and thinking deep thoughts. but no. we don't know anything yet, because our peak of cheemness/maturity is only up to HERE, and of course we would think that HERE is the highest point, when actually half of the mountain is not yet climbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like, i think that my writing is good. NO IT ISN'T. i cannot even EXPRESS myself properly and powerfully; how can i consider myself as GOOD, or even SEMI-GOOD. sure, my grammar and all is okay (HAHA I WISH I FEEL MY ABILITY SLIPPING) but srsly, if you just would READ vicariously, vocabulary and grammar proficiency is easy to achieve. even chicklits will do haha okay ignore this piece of unsound advice. so anyway yes!! my writing is horrible, but i kept on thinking that i was good. for an extended period of time. before my amazing discovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ does this amazing discovery (that i'm not actually fully emotionally mature yet) mean that I AM ACTUALLY FULLY EMOTIONALLY MATURE?! (this is quite confusing but you get it right?) no it does not. because once again we think that we've climbed to the top, but no! another half is in the clouds. the clouds will part as we progress - but not yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is there ever a peak? i think, not. it's impossible to measure such things. maybe i'm wrong. maybe i'm right. but i'll have to live life to know, and possibly RESEARCH. but why would i do that, when i could experience my own? is complete maturity being jaded? being so SICK of life because we have known that life, in fact, really does suck? -shrug- LOL i wanna sleep this is too long and painful for my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. to conclude this possibly incoherent rubbishy passage: I AM STILL A CHILD. i have my dreams, my hopes and my passions that i will one day throw away - only to discover some more. i'm not yet emotionally mature; i am not yet grown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6193257509741159031?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6193257509741159031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6193257509741159031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6193257509741159031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6193257509741159031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/02/xin-nian-dao.html' title='xin nian dao~'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-4038567268392868730</id><published>2011-02-01T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:29:02.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reunion dinner :|</title><content type='html'>Ok. So my very unique family decides to have our reunion dinner on Tuesday, instead of Wecnesday, and at Singapore Polytechnic. Erm... Yeah. Btw I'm on my windows phone! Ok. Anyway just now I was v. pissed with my brother and so I said something I shouldn't have... Something which was quite. Mean. But even then, my family members (including my dear parents) shouldn't be ganging up on me and saying that I'm a bad sister and making me feel even worse. On Chinese New Year's eve's eve, somemore. When I'm sick and coughing like siao ;/ ok maybe my sickness doesn't matter but! But! Wtf. And my mother made me cry by saying that I also will fail my exams. (Okayyy I guess yall know what I said). THANKS MOTHER. Oh, and at least I'm mature enough to STOP crying, so that I don't completely ruin the festive mood, unlike my brother who has been crying/acting sad for one freaking hour.  He's gonna be twelve this year la please. Can someone say IMMATURE? Oh wait, I did. And got scolded for it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So annoying . But okay happy mood activate :D:D sorry for the lack of posts! I've been busy. Sorta. Yeah but I'll have a HUGE CNY post. It's.. uhm, tradition? for me to blog massive amounts of frivolities during this time of year. Plus all my unposted photos :/ from last year and my old phone. Btw I miss my old phone's cameraaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Hohum am eating. Tomorrow will be fun! Goodbai :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-4038567268392868730?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/4038567268392868730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=4038567268392868730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4038567268392868730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4038567268392868730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/02/reunion-dinner.html' title='reunion dinner :|'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-1956894835565676077</id><published>2011-01-28T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:15:31.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally now</title><content type='html'>finally i'm blogging! today was quite interesting, i guess.&lt;div&gt;so first thing in the morning was flag-raising, then class breakfast! class breakfast was full of food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then lessons? nothing new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then was act! okay actually i didn't want to go for act, 'cause i was really coughing a lot and sneezing violently and generally felt unwell. but then i sat at the table with squadmates and decided to go anything, because my campcraft is so horrible and i wanted to see how squadmates did stuff! so yeah sijia and i were sitting out (coughing very frequently -_-) and watching squadmates. we did some stuff too, like... bowline and door flaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after act was the interesting part! so khengfang was hungry ._. and we were planning to go coro to eat with some squadmates but in the end just the two of us went -_- i didn't actually feel like going, 'cause i was having a headache, but khengfang was insistent and I AM NICE so... i went with her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uhm, then we went up the bus and when the bus stopped at the coro bus stop i asked khengfang to press the... button that triggers a "Bus Stopping" flashing sign. but she didn't!! and she didn't try to push out so ._. we'd to go to the next stop, which was super far away! (okay to be fair i was at wrong also... a bit) so i was ranting at khengfang all the way to coro which is a very long walk HAHA i think i might've overdone it. but oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we went to the golden rooster and dabao-d food but ate there ._. anyway we were talking about some funny thing that happened during act (namely vanessa and the fly! HAHAHAHAHAHA OMG I TELL YOU. vanessa was speaking about something and a fly kept pestering her so she was very seriously talking while swatting the fly away but it kept returning omg it was damn funny. so i was laughing but my throat became super itchy and i started coughing and coughing and then when my coughs subsided i was laughing again at the fly thing and this cycle continued omfg i really couldn't stop, even when squadmates were glaring ._. my throat itchy la!! eeyer. then jiexima'am asked sijia and i to drink water ._. which helped a little bit but my throat hurts DD: YEAH AGAIN WTF. not as bad as last friday's :D so i think spamming lozenges and water will help :D and panadol, which i've to take 'cause of my flu -_-) and khengfang started laughing hysterically ._. but the thing is, she was drinking water also? SO SHE SPAT THE WATER OUT IN MY DIRECTION and my fried rice was ruined -_- -_- -_- -_- seriously water was everywhere ._. even after that she was laughing somemore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway i bought another packet of fried rice (i know i could've just eaten the first packet. but EW?!?!? NO WAY NO WAY D:) with khengfang's money (Y). but i'll pay her back la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the second interesting thing that happened was: it was really late when we left coro and walked to the bus stop near it. suddenly i saw 414'10's class tee and TOTALLY COMPLETELY FREAKED OUT and my feet just started moving really quickly ._. i really had a suspicion it was esther ma'am, because... idk i just had a feeling okay?! and i probably shouldn't have walked away; that's QUITE RUDE. but sorry i really.. really... don't know ._. it's probably just a force of habit o_o i always react very strongly when i walk pass ma'ams. i either (depending on which ma'am it is): 1. stare blankly into space, cutting off any conversation i'm having haha 2. start talking about some irrelevant thing very very loudly to whoever i'm with 3. turn and walk away. aha. aha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway it really turned out to be ma'am :O and her friend. if ma'am reads this (which i really doubt): SORRY MA'AM D:! i didn't mean to dao you, ma'am :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gah i should take medicine or something nao i cannot breathe ._. okay bai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-1956894835565676077?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/1956894835565676077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=1956894835565676077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1956894835565676077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1956894835565676077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/finally-now.html' title='finally now'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-207247136754784479</id><published>2011-01-26T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:34:08.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh i haven't blogged in ages</title><content type='html'>My life is pretty boring, anyway :(&lt;div&gt;but recent happiness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) MARKSMAN! AHAHAHAHAHA. I know some (2) squadmates didn't get marksman AND IT IS SO UNFAIR FOR SHARLENE D: D: D: and KF (if she only shot 15 o_o but she's not sure ._.). But I'm still very happy for myself because... well 'cause air pistol was an absolute nightmare -_- and I was the lousiest in the squad and all :/ but suddenly during the actual shoot I was not bad o_o? In fact I don't think my technique improved/changed at all o_o I did what I normally did. I guess Mdm Yeo gave me a sense of security, ha-ha. Also the revolver's trigger wasn't as hard to press (?) as during dry shoots! I wonder why :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway yeah MARKSMAN YO. Somemore is not like, 60. It's like, 67. HAHAHAHA. Okay shut up Fiona shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm steadily (slowly, but steadily) doing work nao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) SNSD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM NOT BECOMING AN OBSESSIVE FANGIRL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do all my exercise plans fail omg I fatbeans. Actually I am. Okay? I Really Am. You just can't see it! I'm not fat as in... visibly fat, but visceral fat - you know? Heart attacks etc.? Google it, haiyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Exercise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FREAKING DO IT! PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Omnom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love food T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-207247136754784479?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/207247136754784479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=207247136754784479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/207247136754784479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/207247136754784479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/argh-i-havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title='argh i haven&apos;t blogged in ages'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-4268687881982889847</id><published>2011-01-22T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T18:54:55.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omfgmiraclefish</title><content type='html'>just watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cpKY2XI1NY"&gt;miracle fish&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;yall should watch &lt;a href="http://katytowell.com/projects/31-letters-from-the-previous-inhabitants/"&gt;31 letters from the previous inhabitants&lt;/a&gt;... kinda creepy o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i've to go to my grandmother's house and when i get back i need to eat my medicine and sleep then tomorrow i've got to do my jiang homework and after jiang i have so much more work to be done EEK why did i miss school on friday :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-4268687881982889847?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/4268687881982889847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=4268687881982889847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4268687881982889847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4268687881982889847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/omfgmiraclefish.html' title='omfgmiraclefish'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6639860257473004059</id><published>2011-01-21T10:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:56:22.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i really truly seriously</title><content type='html'>i want to go to school! NO JOKE T_T i don't know why, but school seems so... active and busy and FUN, and i don't want to miss anything, not even math.&lt;div&gt;GOSH :( it's so frustrating being at home when everyone else is at school having lessons and being very bored as well but AT LEAST THEY'RE AT SCHOOL. i know this sounds weird but i miss nanyang D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the same time i know that if i actually go to school i might vomit because right now i'm feeling quite sucky ._. and i woke up at 9+ ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT SCHOOL SO BADDD (this sounds a teeny bit WRONG). and i'm missing tingting's birthday! &lt;s&gt;(this is actually a sudden realisation)&lt;/s&gt; oh man :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from now on i shall treasure school life. ahhhh :( why am i sick at THIS TIME, SERIOUSLY. i could've gone to a doctor today instead of yesterday T_T mistake mistake. then i wouldn't have known that i'd a fever, and i'd ignore my throat hurting, and I'D BE AT SCHOOL DOING MATH/HAVING LUNCH NAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6639860257473004059?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6639860257473004059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6639860257473004059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6639860257473004059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6639860257473004059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-really-truly-seriously.html' title='i really truly seriously'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-1108879397843249013</id><published>2011-01-20T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T22:53:10.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"a bimbo through and through"</title><content type='html'>Gaspgasp.&lt;div&gt;I'm sick! Officially! As in I got an MC and stuff. Apparently my fever isn't TOO bad but my throat is super screwed up ew :( but strangely I can TALK O_O but when I swallow it hurts so badly -_- you can imagine how difficult and painful it is to eat D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm not going to school tomorrow... I would choose to go if I didn't feel so horrible, 'cause tomorrow is relatively slack, and we've a Math quiz, and ACT! My shooting is so horrible already wtf T_T omg I'm just gonna squeeze a stress ball :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side, my weekend will be one day longer than everyone else's! -teehee- I'm going to use some of tomorrow sleeping in, most of it calling classmates/people/smsing them and doing revision for MATH (I might as well use tomorrow to revise for the Math quiz, yes/yes) and reading IH notes and History notes and... basically everything I haven't done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-hums-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I seriously want to go to school D:! But I'm thinking about it, and PE = I obviously cannot do... I mean I've got an MC and I need rest and strenuous exercise =/= rest. And er, but shooting D: ARGH I shall not think about it :( rest is important. Rest is important. Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GAH I SERIOUSLY - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay whatever. I shall go sleep nao it's SO LATE :( omg omg MATH QUIZ! -tired- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-1108879397843249013?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/1108879397843249013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=1108879397843249013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1108879397843249013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1108879397843249013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/bimbo-through-and-through.html' title='&quot;a bimbo through and through&quot;'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-4907268008581311023</id><published>2011-01-19T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:58:07.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>throat hurts a lot ):</title><content type='html'>Good day! My throat hurts a lot :( and I've been feeling so unwell o_o I should go see a doctor tonight.&lt;div&gt;Dumdeedum work to be done BAI :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-4907268008581311023?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/4907268008581311023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=4907268008581311023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4907268008581311023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4907268008581311023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/throat-hurts-lot.html' title='throat hurts a lot ):'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6498522067066412454</id><published>2011-01-18T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:15:02.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fever</title><content type='html'>gah i've got a fever -_- my throat is so dry :(&lt;div&gt;anyway~ shooting was Horrible ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also~ actually i've got nothing to say. i feel like i've lost the passion to blog. or maybe i just don't have enough time to write erm, QUALITY posts. maybe D: i'll try on saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm. the snsd/intel song mv is coming out soon :O in fact it might already be up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and... life is pretty good. math is tiring, chinese is okay, la is not bad, history is kindafun, ih is... okay, the sciences are... very scary O_O especially biology wth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i gotta go, things to do! and i'm sick omfg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOH YEAH i've a poem in the montage! WAHAHA. it's a very weird one... but a poem nonetheless. esther ma'am has a piece in the montage too O_O it's quite cute :D and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and 213ers have entries in the montage too ^^ everyone jiayou! dumdeedum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6498522067066412454?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6498522067066412454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6498522067066412454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6498522067066412454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6498522067066412454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/fever.html' title='fever'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6578071505810839915</id><published>2011-01-17T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:07:16.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xin fa xian!</title><content type='html'>they say you learn something new every day ._. well today i learnt that PITERABABY IS ACTUALLY A GUY! and now he is named Nike, pronounced nai-ck. my brother's decision so don't give me that "o_O" look.&lt;div&gt;eh eh so many photographs in my phone! i guess i'll upload them sooner or later. wow i've been busy-busy :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obviously i've been blogging SO much lesser :( erm and i'm totally failing math already la :( technically the worksheets aren't graded, but... i'm afraid D: QUAD is supposed to be easy! and i guess it is. though somehow i just get stuck halfway :( the solution is: practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i will practice! all my homework is now languishing on the sofa while i'm youtubing O_O fiona, DISCIPLINE D: okay whatever i'm printing stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dum dee dum, act tomorrow :O hope i do as well as last act (or better, preferably).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this does not, in any way, mean that i did well in last act! fyi.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD DAY FELLAS I LOVE SCHOOL :) no, truly, i do. minus math. LE BIG SIGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also... when will i be able to write so beautifully? -another sigh here- also, NEW PHONE! obviously i hop a lot in my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6578071505810839915?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6578071505810839915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6578071505810839915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6578071505810839915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6578071505810839915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/xin-fa-xian.html' title='xin fa xian!'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-2026604355753162630</id><published>2011-01-14T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:49:36.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM EVIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;mgomgomg please PLEASE PLEASE.&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;burberry fell and i think she might die omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgogmogmogmogmogmogmogmogmogmgogmogmogm i suck wtf am i even a pet owner WTF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please kill me.&lt;/s&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/8798353541684341348-2026604355753162630?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/2026604355753162630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=2026604355753162630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/2026604355753162630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/2026604355753162630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-evil.html' title='I AM EVIL'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-4912559918895915890</id><published>2011-01-11T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:56:18.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot and cold. just no.</title><content type='html'>HAI THERE!&lt;div&gt;school's been okay. nothing that i dread particularly (well for chinese there's this SLIGHTEST bit of apprehension, but mostly it's been okay :D). i've been doing work that's required of me and sometimes not required of me, but that's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i must work on my fitness regime. you must be going "fiona you have been talking about your goshdarn fitness regime for a-ges have you actually started" the answer is NO. i have not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-guilty-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i will. REALLY AND TRULY AND HONESTLYYYYY i will! cardio, you say? muscle strengthening thingies, you say? DIETING! you say (i mean... limiting my drink intake, mostly. i'm sorry if you think i'm overreacting but 1. THE WEIGHTING MACHINE DON'T LIE! actually it's not the weighing machine tamade it's the general feeling of excess... fats. 2. my metabolism is TOTALLY slowing down D:! or maybe it's just that i ate way too much during the holidays and my metabolism is struggling to keep up, whatever. 3. I MUST FIGHT THE GENETIC ELEMENT! yes. so i'm going to keep fit and &lt;s&gt;keep&lt;/s&gt; get back my pre-holiday body fat level ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another thing about holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during the holidays, i watched a lot of -coughcough- korean -coughcoughcough- shows. &lt;s&gt;THIS IS BECAUSE&lt;/s&gt; why bother explaining korean variety shows are funny wtf. anyway yes so i'm afraid i'll start to suck at grammar and sentence structures and vocabulary and all that! omfg i'm probably paranoid but the fear! there it is! -points-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm totally scared! 'cause i want to be able to write well... and okay -flip hair- the writer's spirit FLOWS FROM WITHIN (wtf) but i need the proper words to express myself, yes/yes? so another resolution: READ MORE BOOKS. they can be frivolous shallow timewasting chicklits for all i care but at least their grammar is accurate (mostly).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next! hmm! 213ers and i are drifting apart :( i can FEEL it and maybe i'm being paranoid again wth... but probably not, 'cause ting ting shares (a semblance of) the same sentiments. so there! if you don't feel it, it's because YOU ARE IN A CLASS WITH MANY 213ers! so the feeling is less strong and not that evident... Yet. but you will. feel it, i mean. yes :( i try so hard to feel normal. i mean how COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS am i! for feeling that my friends of two years will think of me as a crazy idiotic lazy... person who was once a friend. actually i don't really feel that ^ but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i'm incoherent. what i meant to say was that: i feel insecure. yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg i realise i'm so freaking open on my blog!!! WTF!! fiona this is not your personal diary you cannot be so GOSHDARN TRANSPARENT wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but 213ers, you read that right? please try to assuage my fears. omg i sound so SPOILT and demanding. but seriously T_T my social life is sorely lacking. and i do try to talk to yall... but sometimes it feels like you're talking to each other and ignoring the person-from-the-other-class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i'm sitting here being open like a book and worrying about my body (totally have body image issues! argh but i must attempt to get rid of them FAST (and i will do that by... LOSING FATS AND GAINING MUSCLE AND PASSING TWO POINT FREAKING FOUR)) and i should be doing work. yes. gonna do work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye :D! have a beautiful day aheaddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-4912559918895915890?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/4912559918895915890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=4912559918895915890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4912559918895915890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4912559918895915890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/hot-and-cold-just-no.html' title='hot and cold. just no.'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-4992316227299914583</id><published>2011-01-08T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T13:45:53.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blue peppermint</title><content type='html'>it's saturday! i've started doing work already -gasp-. and actually i think my social ineptness is really helping my work la. e.g. during math, we're put in index number groups and i don't really talk to them (and they talk amongst themselves and i feel even more unwilling to talk to them ._.) so i DO WORK INSTEAD! omg la. i actually feel the ... drive to do the examples WELL! and fast! yes. for once in my life o_o and just now i was doing supplementary exercises on the textbook - get this - for fun. HAHA SO BIANTAI! (but er i gave up after 5 questions ._.)&lt;div&gt;anyway~ life is okay. it really is. i'm going to accept cruel truths and i will live on happily! act on friday was really weird o_o actually it wasn't that tiring but i got really sleepy and confused at one time in time and omg new timings and commands :O :O super confusing :( oh well the more practice i get the better i'll remember them. and my feet were cramping! i think it's because i haven't done drills for REALLY long :/ oh well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since it's the weekend, and i haven't been on the computer for a while (i mean actually for random facebooking/fun trivia/watching youtube... not printing periodic tables and doing LMP), i'm going to have fun today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things i need to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. do biology AS1.1! in fact it's printing now. as in the research.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. cut my hair! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. read chinese notes laoshi gave! but i think i left them at school x.x so i'll read them on monday instead :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. read IH notes again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. erm complete supplementary exercises? seriously. i think i forgot all about simultaneous equations D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's all i think :O i wrote all the things i'd to do down but it's somewhere else and i don't want to go out and get it O_O so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye! and marvel at my new hardworking persona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh btw huiting "OMGWTFBBQ" is an internet meme. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/omgwtfbbq"&gt;http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/omgwtfbbq&lt;/a&gt;&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/8798353541684341348-4992316227299914583?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/4992316227299914583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=4992316227299914583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4992316227299914583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4992316227299914583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/blue-peppermint.html' title='blue peppermint'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6669743282298644996</id><published>2011-01-06T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:01:49.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>success rate fail</title><content type='html'>hello! it's the third day! and it still feels so foreign wtf like today after history (by the way, the history teacher is SUPER WEIRD -starts crying-. i want normal ms ong back) ting and i headed for 213!! okay so the route to canteen/213 was basically the same, but i was thinking of the 213 classroom!&lt;div&gt;but no! my classroom is on the first floorrrrrrr. gosh ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PE tomorrow. i am so unfit! but i've started _ and WOW THERE ARE EFFECTS -excited-. meet the new fit fiona, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-waves-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm writing letters to 414/401 people (well some of them o_o those that i've corresponded semi-frequently with in the past) 'cause i feel insecure and sad and shallow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why do i think of my friends as such! well i guess it's true anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEIFIHSOS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also well. gaining fats. whatever! embrace your body! etc.! but i still need to exercise because i am generally unfit anyway ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saw 301's precalc books today! calculus is something i hear of only in the princess diaries, so that was very fascinating :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay rundown of my teachers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. mr tan: i want mdm lee. and i feel very guilty for saying this 'cause i know mr tan is a very hardworking and smart person who is COMMITTED to his passion i.e. teaching math. but still. mdm lee T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. chenlaoshi: hmm chenlaoshi is nice! ahaha but zhenglaoshi is nice too. so... i guess i don't really mind (don't kill me eh, ting ting).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. ms boey: okay this is so weird chem lessons! the first lesson with her was REALLY EPIK. she's very high ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. - i shall stop here as BREAKOUT has started. like the 9 o'clock show. yeah. goodbye, and good luck for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6669743282298644996?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6669743282298644996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6669743282298644996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6669743282298644996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6669743282298644996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/success-rate-fail.html' title='success rate fail'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-1965660069735377477</id><published>2011-01-05T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:06:26.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day two.</title><content type='html'>aha! so it's the second day of school.&lt;div&gt;was pretty much hohum. all i can say is: I MISS MR TAN I MISS MDM LEE I MISS MDM O LOADS ): also the other teachers but to a lesser degree... sorry ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway prep test! yo. was pretty easy (dare i say it?!). yep. mcq :O which is totally awesome for us yey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my new year resolutions! i realise this is a TEENY WEENY bit late but better late than never:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) exercise and cut down on refined carbohydrates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ SERIOUSLY I WILL GUYS. i don't want any diseases :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) work hard on all subjects, paying Close Attention to math and chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ ... aha does this need elaboration?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) maintain bonds with 213, and attempt to befriend three11ers! yes. right now i'm pretty dao. everyone around me = talking and i = sits thear/look over to jiachun/tingting/huiyuan ._. actually huiyuan and i don't really talk but whatever! we will in no time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) limit computer usage! HAHA okay scratch this computers are GOOD. i shall keep telling myself that and maybe one day i'll believe it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will become a fit/toned (OMG REBECCA IS LAUGHING NAO LA CONFIRM), friendly, focussed fiona. see the alliteration? see it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/8798353541684341348-1965660069735377477?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/1965660069735377477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=1965660069735377477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1965660069735377477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1965660069735377477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-two.html' title='day two.'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-8946665265778313258</id><published>2011-01-03T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T00:09:55.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school, again.</title><content type='html'>school today! wow.&lt;div&gt;about today... what i noticed particularly wasn't the addition of new people to my life, but rather the absence of important people ): actually since it was the first day, 213ers didn't seem to go away. it felt more like... sabbaticals? kind of like that. as if the separation was only temporary. i guess i couldn't believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway school started HORRIBLY. okay. so yeah i woke up at five thirty and left the house at six and waited for the school bus (slight digression: I AM SO OLD! Every time the door of the bus/van opened I was expecting to see a familiar face but no! Lots of sec ones and the rest were sec two PSLs ._.). It came at 6.05.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I reached school at 7.15! -exclaims- There were a LOT of new people and the bus driver got lost and spent 20+ minutes searching for block 351. I didn't just make that number up; it really was block 351. He kept repeating it o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway yes - spending 1h+ on a super crowded/rocky bus/van was the first bad thing. The second thing was that when I reached school, obviously everyone else from 3eleven (I'm trying to hide my blog from my classmates ._. In case they google or something. But that is stupid... but oh well ._.) was there already? SO THERE WEREN'T ANY SEATS LEFT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay there was one that I saw, but it was super far away from every one I knew. In the end I just put my bag down next to Ting's table and went to look for 213ers etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so third horrible thing. A group of us were at 314 talking, ironically, about how the class was so silent. And then we totally didn't realise the WHOLE SCHOOL was silent... until our ex-vice principal popped up in the doorway and went all "!!!" on us :/ okay it was really mortifying running to the quadrangle in time for the national anthem wtf T_T remind me never to do things like this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, Ying Tong gave me a evil-warding-off-thing (uhmmm) from Turkey :D it's pretty and blue and so thoughtful of her :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also... okay I shan't mention the fourth thing 'cause it's not that bad :O but of course I prefer being close to the people I am familiar with. By the way when we got back to class after flag-raising I got another seat at the front... away from 213ers ANYWAY -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay highlight of the day! Was not orientation. Okay actually orientation = second highlight. But first highlight: Sabrina finally gave me her scrapbook + card things! AHA! She felt that the scrapbook was too ugly (actually it's fine la) so she made card things that she put in an envelope that is REALLY NICE OMFG I can't believe I bragged about my own skillz -coughcough-. I suppose my average artistic ability didn't surprise yall huh ._. AVERAGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay never mind erm yes! Super nice ^^ T_T and my happiness and omgness was steadily climbing until IT REACHED ITS PEAK! Which was a revelation of Sabrina's that made me very touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orientation, yes! Compared to last year, this year's orientation was so much better. You realise I totally and completely skipped OBS briefing. That is because it wasn't interesting anyway. OBS... idk. I shall have to freak out when it comes ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway~ yes OBS briefing ended late -_- we were supposed to meet ma'ams at 1.45 and the briefing ENDED at 1.50 or something ._. so yeah... squadmates and I changed and met ma'ams and set up the booth etc. SCREWED U WTFBBQ ): okay never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was... okay? I guess I was more outgoing than last year. I managed to convince a few people... I think. But lots of sec ones expressed interest in NYNP! Yep. Okay technically they said that they'd put NP as their UG choice. But whatever. SAME THING :3 I hope there are lots of 45s!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah okay debrief. I TALKED TOO MUCH -_- I think I do things in extremes a lot. Either I don't speak up at ALL or like in this case... I respond to half the questions ma'ams posed ._. but I'd lots of ... things I wanted to share! Yes! Indeed. And my vocabulary was screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of MODELS (as in campcraft models) I said "thingies". When I knew perfectly well it was models. But in that split second my brain died on me and the word "thingies" just slipped out. And instead of COMMITTED I said DEVOTED. W.T.H. is that?! Eh omfg embarrassing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-forgets-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay shall sleep zomg it's late. Tralala goodbye ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-8946665265778313258?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/8946665265778313258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=8946665265778313258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8946665265778313258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8946665265778313258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-again.html' title='school, again.'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-5978626196337933793</id><published>2010-12-31T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:12:41.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backkkkk</title><content type='html'>hello! i've not been blogging recently. i think i might've lost all of my vocabulary.&lt;div&gt;._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) thank you yingtong for your christmas (?) card! also thank you hanyi! they're both very nice :D :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) school is starting soon ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-5978626196337933793?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/5978626196337933793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=5978626196337933793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5978626196337933793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5978626196337933793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/backkkkk.html' title='backkkkk'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7673102286521529717</id><published>2010-12-26T02:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T02:50:49.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gulliver's travels</title><content type='html'>Watched Gulliver's Travels! Actually, it's quite forgettable. The Lilliputians (?) are so cute though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-7673102286521529717?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7673102286521529717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7673102286521529717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7673102286521529717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7673102286521529717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/gullivers-travels.html' title='gulliver&apos;s travels'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7139326593499556200</id><published>2010-12-25T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:08:58.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY!</title><content type='html'>On &lt;a href="http://soshified.com/forums/"&gt;soshified&lt;/a&gt;, the usual RDR-themed people &lt;b&gt;HAVE CHANGED&lt;/b&gt; TO Christmas-themed people! So fun! My family is watching Gulliver's Travels today! &lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I was at the computer and generally in a state of happiness because my father forgot (-cough-) to log out of his account haha. And I was reading Huiting's blog when my mother decided that our keyboards were too dirty and she took the vacuum cleaner (v expensive okay T_T) and... cleaned it! And then she thought it was still too dirty and started wiping the keyboard with Dettol wipes or something. So, the page randomly hopped to blogger.com and Google Chrome help and whatever, but I let it be, until SOMEHOW IT LOGGED OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excuse me! Hello! Why. -starts crying-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To add insult to injury my father just came home with a cup of Koi bubble tea... for my mother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODNESS THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL CHRISTMAS DAY.&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/8798353541684341348-7139326593499556200?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7139326593499556200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7139326593499556200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7139326593499556200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7139326593499556200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-christmas-day.html' title='IT&apos;S CHRISTMAS DAY!'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7223042104334724344</id><published>2010-12-24T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T22:08:30.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it is very true, that.</title><content type='html'>it's christmas eve!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TRSpM3F24aI/AAAAAAAAB-M/K78h7goa-Ek/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TRSpM3F24aI/AAAAAAAAB-M/K78h7goa-Ek/s200/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554250278866706850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;merry christmas to all of you :D! i was doing this while watching Breakout ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-7223042104334724344?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7223042104334724344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7223042104334724344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7223042104334724344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7223042104334724344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-is-very-true-that.html' title='it is very true, that.'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TRSpM3F24aI/AAAAAAAAB-M/K78h7goa-Ek/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-5142462272788717357</id><published>2010-12-22T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:43:49.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crosseyed from crossstitching</title><content type='html'>the only weird thing that happened today happened... just now.&lt;div&gt;i was looking at my tagboard and smiling at something sabrina wrote (this sounds slightly creepy but i assure you it is not). and like, the tagboard, coincidentally, was aligned to my picture of key (that i put up for fun). (i put it up for fun.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I need to stress this point: For Fun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my mother and i had a conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: -smiles a TINY smile-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother: wah your daughter look at men and smile (to my father) (she said it in chinese, which is why the english version sounds very awkward and o_O)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: -shocked face, swivels around to look at her-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother: then it's a woman?! (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: NO!?! -looks at screen- i where got!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother: what is that! -gesticulates wildly-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: -explains myself-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mother: DON'T LIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA KF MY MOTHER THOUGHT KEY WAS A FEMALE WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG FAREWELL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-5142462272788717357?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/5142462272788717357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=5142462272788717357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5142462272788717357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5142462272788717357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/crosseyed-from-crossstitch.html' title='crosseyed from crossstitching'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-3617923955315202220</id><published>2010-12-20T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T00:00:11.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>어떻게</title><content type='html'>whoohoo! &lt;div&gt;today was! productive, i guess? was at school and saw a moth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought i recognized it as the attacus atlas. OKAY NO i didn't like, think of "attacus atlas" when i saw it, i thought of "the atlas moth". which is similar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idk if i'm right but the markings are fairly similar?! plus it's wayyyy huge, like the atlas moth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attacus_atlas"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attacus_atlas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ i'm fairly sure i'm right. but that is irrelevant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm... cross-stitching is going VERY WELL! i think i kinda like it. i have shunned my calendar ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh but! nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got nothing to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-hums a tune-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow will be a PRODUCTIVE DAY, yessiree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(i shall have to ignore chemistry for now D:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sabrina WHERE IS MY NOTE O_O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have grown tired of promises that are never kept (my own promises ._.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;google translate the title! if you wish. oh did you guys see that child pornography dude (i keep using the word "dude" ._.) on the news! the chinese news (OMG! yeah i watch). so stupid. and stupid is probably a wrong word to use but i find it easier to use non-committal words. so SICK. seriously... what is his problem ):? literally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm. stalked people (purely for work-related purposes) today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and... farewell is coming soon :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-3617923955315202220?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/3617923955315202220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=3617923955315202220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3617923955315202220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/3617923955315202220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='어떻게'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-9084901964699223035</id><published>2010-12-17T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:00:17.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>semi-productive</title><content type='html'>Today was a semi-productive day! Did some Chemistry and now I am motivated to complete my revision. I suppose when you actually get the ball rolling (Eek the phrases I use), it's easier. For me, it's difficult to start AND complete whatever I want to do... which sucks. It really does.&lt;div&gt;I have decided! I'm going to make use of my newfound productivity and DO MANY THINGS. It's better than letting it all pass me by, yes/yes? Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! The things I shall do this weekend (I am suddenly excited... yet nervous):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. the calendar! I will complete it! Yes! But I screwed it up mildly already -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. the cross-stitch! Why am I intent on such crafty things. I MEAN craft-y, not crafty as in sly of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. the chemistry revision! By Monday! Oh wait - Tuesday, most probably ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. uhm, planning last-minute outings? I've been stuck at home for an extraordinary period of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today! Aha. Yes semi-productive day, so I decided to treat myself by.. uhm, going out to Causeway Point to walk around. My life is boring. Yes, so walked around Causeway Point and amused myself by buying packet drinks (!) (the depths I have sunken into) (was that grammatically correct) and potato chips and a magazine (NOT 8days, I bought that already haha). Which shows how unhealthy my lifestyle is. A point in my favour would be that contemplation between the magazine and Dettol hand sanitizer/hand wipes... but obviously the magazine won. The proclivities of life -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and! I realise that my diet is seriously unhealthy. Well, you say (or rather, Yan Li says), you finally realise that!!! ALL YOUR PEACH TEAS AND LEMON TEAS AND APPLE TEAS AND EVERY SINGLE POKKA TEA AVAILABLE!!! Uhm yeah it finally HIT me that I should be changing my diet, partly because of my expanding waist/arm/thigh/calf/etc. line and also because for Health. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my father wants the laptop nao tata goodbye uhmmmmmm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-9084901964699223035?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/9084901964699223035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=9084901964699223035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/9084901964699223035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/9084901964699223035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/semi-productive.html' title='semi-productive'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-6833221002403384506</id><published>2010-12-16T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T00:33:53.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frilly</title><content type='html'>omg the calendar is going Badly ._. and so is revision...&lt;div&gt;gosh, fiona, pull yourself TOGETHER. do not lose yourself in a haze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also... today i ate a lot of ice-cream. haagen dazs caramel biscuit is really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I HARDLY EXERCISED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-agitated-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah well. i really want to do things but i cannot bring myself to. like you know when you're sleeping but you've a dream about not being able to get up? YEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must must must focus. focus is Key.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQHYA_0CYdH0c-EWeAAIwqBn-faw1w1hhAPDmCawcbceJ5MaWDt" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg wtf is wrong with me (i'm not a shawol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! i recently have taken to googling the names of kpop groups' fan names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and once again today was boring. i suppose... my grandaunt and domestic helper cleared out the storeroom. it was literally full of things from DECADES AGO. as old as i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now... it's three quarters full wtf HAHA clearing-out fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i read dumb witness and they do it with mirrors (by agatha christie). i like the poirot/marple stories, but not the non-poirot/marple ones ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ehh i am now on facebook HELLO NYPS PEOPLE WHAT'S UP WITH TYRONNE'S MODELLY PHOTOGRAPHS O_O seriously ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay never mind~ gotta gooooooooo goodbye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am reading thinspiration tumblrs. honestly... ):?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-6833221002403384506?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/6833221002403384506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=6833221002403384506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6833221002403384506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/6833221002403384506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/frilly.html' title='frilly'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-4863560063330443009</id><published>2010-12-16T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T00:42:33.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superstar shiningstar superstar</title><content type='html'>aie!&lt;div&gt;i've been busy... packing. actually it's more of "throwing out every single thing", more or less ._. except some stuff i really treasure in a twisted way... like my math remedial file (THIS IS NOT A JOKE, MDM LEE) and my LA poetry file and... a lot more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway! i'm currently creating a calendar for 2011. squadmates suggested it (-winkwink-). but i cannot get the dates straight ): literally ._. i hope i don't screw it up! or all the beauty will be &lt;u&gt;WASTED&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reading hercule poirot! argh life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIFE! yes. kitkats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... i'm like, totally not driven and motivated at all, it's a wonder i managed to survive until now! and again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dumdeedum. FACE FACTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realise my blog is getting boring! AH WELL. when i was in p6/sec 1 this fact would've made me really unhappy and annoyed. but now... okay actually i'm still annoyed by it ._. and i haven't written in a very long while (the sestina is not counted, because it is fail) and OMGCAP! but ah  well. ... such an attitude in life is probably not good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not Good, Fiona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so. i will change it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting back to the topic, (and spoiling an impactful ending to a post) when i go out i'll blog interestingly! yeah. it's so stupid to be blogging about nothing at all ._.? just to fill space and say "hey guys i'm NOT DEAD YET".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg i should totally do that one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;erm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG YEAH!!! I've something of value to blog about! (Anyway I'm going to start using proper capitalization again.) Today, I went into the toilet. And I was really distracted and stuff 'cause there was a fly in the toilet, but I tried to ignore it, and pulled at the toilet roll. You know, for toilet paper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN JUST AS I PULLED THE TOILET ROLL A GOSHDARN LIZARD DROPPED OUT OF IT!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not joking okay? You are probably PETRIFIED IN YOUR SEATS now. A Lizard Dropped Out Of The Toilet Roll (Ew at the hygiene issue) and INTO THE TOILET BOWL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite understandably I was freaked out... It was SUCH A SHOCK... I mean now that I think about it it's not that scary but... aiya it was horrifying then. And the lizard proceeded to climb about in the toilet bowl somemore ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I shrieked and ran out and my mother went in and flush! went the lizard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DILEMMA: To Eat The Kit Kat or Not To Eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-4863560063330443009?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/4863560063330443009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=4863560063330443009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4863560063330443009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4863560063330443009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/superstar-shiningstar-superstar.html' title='superstar shiningstar superstar'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7186136496009527733</id><published>2010-12-13T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:36:24.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today i started to pack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything in the cupboard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the years blurred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i opened drawers and closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;drawers, and saw things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;touched, never did, never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even bothered to pack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neatly, so things of all sorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like papers, and plastics, rested in the cupboard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the doors unable to close,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the contents blurred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until i picked them up, my eyes blurred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with tears that never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever fell before, not even close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these tears they were packed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like the things i had in the cupboard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with emotion. the thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is, these things - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these exam scripts and plastic files seemed to blur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the past, all different but the same, the same cupboard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the same blank states, never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;done, carelessly flung until i started to pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i looked close,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into the papers, close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;into my heart, and i saw things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i'd secretly packed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tightly into a teeny little blur,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;released till i opened the cupboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the dusty white cupboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really should've done these papers! closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the gap between me and what i wanted to be, but i never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did, did i? things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will not be the same! my mind blurs;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is such a startling fact! i hastily start to pack - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who am i kidding here, really? never have i felt like it was a little me and a huge cupboard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looming above me with the things i packed, squashing me between its walls, closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and closer still. because, you see, the things i've not done i can never do in time. the years blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AH SAD STORM. why are my sestinas so fail? but it's true, really!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things i should've done, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things that i never did - i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cannot do in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ haiku! so much simpler ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and okay, today was a smorgasbord of events. namely: dental appointment (BRACES ARE BLUE! dusty pale blue) + starbucks + PACKING + exercising on the exercise bike we've had at home for A-G-E-S. but i exercised for A-G-E-S too D: (you are thinking: no! you have not! in reality, you've exercised for a very short time! you are merely playing with relatives, in a bid to make us, your innocent readers, believe that you are actually making an effort in your sad, pathetic, nonexistent exerciselife! when will you learn, fiona! lying - n'est ce pas! you need to DO THINGS RIGHT.) (omg i have overactive imagination). but &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;진짜 &lt;/span&gt;i did like... 30 minutes of nonstop biking, okay? that counts for something, okay? like, you are totes fit and all, but like, you need to respect me, okay? i'm working on it! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;진짜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i shall sleep. tomorrow will include biology and chemistry to possibly high (CROSS FINGERS) extents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-7186136496009527733?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7186136496009527733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7186136496009527733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7186136496009527733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7186136496009527733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/packing.html' title='packing'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-8048569779506432764</id><published>2010-12-12T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:23:06.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escape from vivocity</title><content type='html'>gnight yall! i'm been inactive! but okay yeah.&lt;div&gt;so yes!! on friday, had QUIZ TEAM SELECTION! omg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay you know what i really did study but all the things i studied didn't come out on the test ._. and i'd to THINK REALLY DEEPLY (but obviously ...) and all! anyway. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that horrifying experience, i went out with squadmates for a lunch and something that needs to be kept hushhush. yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then my parents and brother called and asked me to go to escape theme park with them SO I DID! when they called i was going to park lane mall, which is near dhoby ghaut mrt interchange, so i told them to wait while the thing with squadmates was getting done. however it took really long so halfway through i said goodbye to squadmates and then hastily walked towards the mrt interchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a classic twist of fate, when i reached the interchange i took out my phone, and lo and behold! this text message:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"stay at park lane we are coming now"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!!! so annoying, these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. we finally met up at the interchange and took a taxi to escape! where i changed into normal clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, escape was rather boring. bet you knew that already. but seriously, there was really NO ONE THERE. okay, there was, but less than a 100 FOR SURE. in fact, less than 50 would be possible. even though it was a weekday, but it's ALSO a school holiday, you'd expect more people there (okay, &lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt; would). but no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rides - bah humbug. all the kiddy rides! but so fun, in a nostalgic kinda way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and after escape we went to eat at e!hub :D and uh, went home at night. i threaded the shoelaces lynn ma'am and clarissa ma'am got for us at taiwan :D through my sport shoes (the black/pink ones) (don't judge me? i'm saying this even though i know you will)! they are fantastically striking omg and so me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saturday! woke up late, went to my aunt's karaoke room (the condominium's, i mean) and ... karaoked + ate snacks and cake! for my cousin's birthday :) it was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunday! which i today, if i'm not wrong! i confess the days seem to blend together o_o but yeah vivocity! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ nothing really special. we seem to spend a lot of time in the pet shop, looking at dogs (aiy but no, having a dog is not possible. my sister is scared of them. and she gets violent as well -insert creepy stare here-). also! arcade (OMGGGG I SUCK AT THE GAME). also! ice-cream! and gongcha! nomnom. and the food court!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OOH AND DAISO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay there's nothing else for me to say, because i'm not excited. meh i've work to do and since i've been procrastinating my entire holiday away - make that a LOT OF WORK to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOMNOMNOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-8048569779506432764?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/8048569779506432764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=8048569779506432764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8048569779506432764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/8048569779506432764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/escape-from-vivocity.html' title='escape from vivocity'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-9201090864103044463</id><published>2010-12-08T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:22:08.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='channeling jaclyn moriarty'/><title type='text'>channeling</title><content type='html'>today was class outing. class outing = six people went ._. which is technically not very class-y, but whatever.&lt;div&gt;anyway it was sucky. because we wanted to cycle, to make up for the loss of cycling during class chalet. once again our plans were CRUELLY THWARTED - yes, i say it as so - by the weather. it rained. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we moped around at macdonald's. it was cold. the rattan chair i was sitting on was damp, if you would believe it, and that was an unpleasant thing to be sitting on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to bowl. it was fun! alas i cannot remember the last time i actually bowled - which makes me wonder if i've ever bowled at all! i cannot recall. nevertheless, it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh. i forgot. sabrina wasn't here! now you might go "what's the big deal, 18 other people didn't go". but no. you are Wrong! the rest of them already indicated their non-interest/non-ability to participate in a glorious day of sand and sunshine. but sabrina did not! she said she would come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT SHE DIDN'T!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this made us all very worried. me, particularly, and yixin. i concede that some of my worry stemmed from the fact that she said she would pass me my letter today. but she didn't turn up. (where is my letter!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was dreadfully worrying, anyway. thoughts - horrifying thoughts - flittered through my mind as quick as a lizard when i step down hard on the ground next to it. perhaps she'd been kidnapped! perhaps she'd thought we wouldn't come, because (this is rather complicated) we left her alone in east coast park for an hour or so. PERHAPS SHE IS STILL IN MALAYSIA. we did try to call her, multiple times, but she never picked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway we tried our best to forget that sabrina had STOOD US UP. she probably had a legitimate reason, but we were unaware of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. that was it, basically. dinner and all, went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a terrifying dream. THIS IS 100% TRUTH. NONFICTION. as in i really dreamed it all! but the contents of the dream are not true of course O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so there was a part in the dream where i was kicking around a box of cake. it had the words "happy birthday amelia" on it. idk why i was kicking it around, but i was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skip scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mother told me that my grandaunt had a child who was brutally murdered/killed. (okay mummy do not freak out DO NOT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skip scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lonely dirt road. two cars - my grandaunt's and her sister's/friend's. large rock by the road. it moved and out popped out the head (in gruesome decay etc etc there is no need to describe it in detail, and anyway i forgot) of her son! and his hand. IT BECKONED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;semi-comically, even though this is a completely inappropriate situation to be comical in, she hopped out of her car and JUMPED INTO THE HOLE ALONG WITH HER SON!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skip scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;night time. i, in my parents' bedroom, frantically trying to wake them up. somehow, i knew of my grandaunt's dreamdeath. i shouted in their ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skip scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;somehowwwww we got the idea a massmurderer was in the house. actually i think there was a conversation between ^ and this, but i clean forgot it. anyway, my mother and i went on a search. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dreamhouse was big. but we entered the study room. my mother gripped a torch and a KNIFE. me too. for protection. she turned the lights on; we saw nothing. satisfied, she went on to another area to search. me -  i wasn't! i looked under the tables, and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is this area (in my dream) between the desk and the wall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE WAS THERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and okay he freaked the dream-me out. he stared blankly, looked quite mentally disturbed, and he kept telling me to shake my head. he also waved his weapon around but half-heartedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so i was totally freaked out yes? and i took my knife and STABBED HIM. on the thigh. whilst shouting madly for my mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was really difficult to stab him, somehow. felt like stabbed some... unnatural rubber thing. when i finally got the knife in, HE DIDN'T BLEED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now i'm worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT ABOUT THE DREAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arghhh friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not going to blog about it, and maybe it won't seem so real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is really childish, but please look at the residence of the current Malaysian prime minister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a Look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TP-wkK51GjI/AAAAAAAAB-A/SF_GcHSdw44/s1600/honeypot.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TP-wkK51GjI/AAAAAAAAB-A/SF_GcHSdw44/s200/honeypot.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548347401392429618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEEHEE. (Click to Enlarge, please!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-9201090864103044463?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/9201090864103044463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=9201090864103044463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/9201090864103044463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/9201090864103044463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/channeling.html' title='channeling'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TP-wkK51GjI/AAAAAAAAB-A/SF_GcHSdw44/s72-c/honeypot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-1180541551234328763</id><published>2010-12-05T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T19:03:53.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mother's flowers</title><content type='html'>she wanted to name 'em. she wanted bella, but i vetoed it because it reminded me of twilight (and nothing against twilight. but flowers are creatures of dawn!). &lt;div&gt;anyway i googled things like that and came up with two very exquisite and italian names!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;floriana and fiorenza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.names-meanings.net/name/Fiorenza/female-italian"&gt;fiorenza&lt;/a&gt; means "blossoming". this is horribly apt - 'cause flowers blossom, do they not! my impeccable logic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.names-meanings.net/name/Floriana/female-italian"&gt;floriana&lt;/a&gt; is even better. it means "flower" -hops around-. incredibly appropriate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my mother doesn't like these names D: she prefers "darling" and "baby". BAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dumdeedum. i must go out and do something. ahhhh soshi. ahhhh i never knew i'd go down this lane. but ah well! accept it and move on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... also i am v v annoyed at myself. I SHOULD READ HIROSHIMA NOW. goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-1180541551234328763?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/1180541551234328763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=1180541551234328763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1180541551234328763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/1180541551234328763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-mothers-flowers.html' title='my mother&apos;s flowers'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-2721059268782321299</id><published>2010-12-04T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T00:18:55.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>british monarchy</title><content type='html'>it's been the usual ladeeda at home these days. borrow chicklits from library (uhm), read chicklits really quick, return them, repeat ad infinitum. today i cried (!) at a chicklit wtf! it was uh, mary hogan's perfect girl! there was an old man who was misunderstood by the main character and he DIED. what D: i am v sensitive to misunderstood people and somemore he was old! and weak. and had no kin. = ):&lt;div&gt;anyway i'm so boredddd. tomorrow! going kinokuniya with my mother and brother ^^ and perhaps i'll give up chicklits. NOT LIKELY. but it's so hard to find GOOD chicklits. i know what you're thinking. but yes! i am very discerning when it comes to this. REALLY. argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need to study for quizzzzzzzzz yo kf! it's night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had pizza hut today. i'm gonna get FAT i'm serious! LACK OF PHYSICAL ACTIVITY DOES THAT TO A PERSON, YKNOW? so i went cycling. sad to say i'm far from proficient at it... or at swimming too, actually. obviously i'm not very athletically-inclined ): and i'm not &lt;i&gt;academically&lt;/i&gt;-inclined, goodness. AND I'M HARDLY ARTISTICALLY-INCLINED TOO! sure, i like to think that i &lt;b&gt;am&lt;/b&gt;, but - honestly my masterpieces speak for themselves and it ain't pretty, that's all i can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sigh-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also did you know xiaxue CAN DRAW? i always sort of thought she was artistically-inclined to a certain degree (her photoshopping is good! and all.) but SERIOUSLY! this is her work:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPkXY4AmDqI/AAAAAAAAB9w/-cF36_WORRY/s1600/P1020531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPkXY4AmDqI/AAAAAAAAB9w/-cF36_WORRY/s200/P1020531.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546490132202655394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see! is talent! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i shall flitter off to... whatever. goodbye and goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-2721059268782321299?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/2721059268782321299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=2721059268782321299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/2721059268782321299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/2721059268782321299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/british-monarchy.html' title='british monarchy'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPkXY4AmDqI/AAAAAAAAB9w/-cF36_WORRY/s72-c/P1020531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-7504579325286871074</id><published>2010-12-02T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T19:43:33.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of insecurities, 213, and dreams (but it's all messed up)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: Please don't read this if you're Mdm Lee/my mother/anyone older than me. &lt;u&gt;Please.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never been a particularly outstanding student. In P1 I got first in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was about it. Then in P3, I got into the GEP. For once in my life, I felt special, I felt smart, I felt like I could do anything and everything and I &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; to do all these at one shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this excitement slowly fizzled out once I entered Nanyang Primary. You see, I've never put any effort in anything in my life. I didn't &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to, the results just came naturally. But in Nanyang Primary, without any effort, my results just - plummeted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A greater person would pick herself off the ground, grit her teeth and run on. I was never a great person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I entered my secondary school, I was already used to being the one-who-isn't-that-good-in-any-subject-okayyyyy-maybe-english-but-that's-about-it. I never expected that to change, although I fervently wished to do myself proud one day. But I knew, there are some wishes that can never materialize. This was one of those. The reason for that was my own fault, I saw no motivation to change my habit. They say it's hard to break a bad habit. That's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In secondary school, I faced more than my struggles with my lack of determination. In secondary school, I was no longer one of the Big Kids. I was a Small Kid now, and around me I saw many people who were much older, much wiser, who probably stayed up all night without sleeping a wink. And I felt so much in awe of them, for surviving four years of perpetual stress. It probably seems stupid, but that was my genuine thought then. Despite my awe of them, I didn't want to be them. But gradually I discovered I was stuck with this ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In secondary school, I had 113/213. My class was something really special to me. They were the first people I held on to when I fell down, the people I grew most comfortable with first. I tried to be open with some of my friends, but I gradually realised that that wasn't possible, because, despite all that I thought of 213, 213 was never going to be a part of me, something I could criticize without tact. If there is one thing I think I'm good at, it's thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, you will say, Fiona, you? You do not appreciate literature, you own a fuchsia jacket and you care about your appearances. How can someone like you ever Think? Truly, deeply?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I cannot. Maybe my view of the world is so shallow it barely scratches the depth that you've reached. But I think about my relationships with others, my own faults and strengths, and I feel that that is more applicable to my self-actualization. Yes. I want to be smart, I want to get good grades, I want to get a good job and I want a new camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cleverness used to be a huge deal for me, and I think it was because of my status as a GEPer. Once I've ascertained that I've gotten something, I don't want to lose it. That's right. It's really crude: I don't want to be stupid. But that is because when I'm stupid, I lose cleverness. (well in a warped sense)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want good grades. Who doesn't? What matters is the effort you put in for it. Grades aren't everything. That's correct. But they are something people judge you by when they know you enough. (This part's a little confusing) Do I care? Honestly deep down inside, I really care. I don't really want to play second fiddle and I really want to get out of my shell. But can I? Do I WANT IT ENOUGH? I'm not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a judgmental person. I don't deny that. I base people on their looks. But once I've gotten to know them, I find it easier to let go of my prejudices and think of them as a person. If you are close to me, I've probably analysed your character. If you are not close to me, I've also probably tried to analyse you as a person, to guess who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not like mess. I do not like clutter. I would like to sit in a bed all day with a bottle of Snapple and a book. Not necessarily a chicklit. Now here comes the relevation you all have been waiting for: The books I read do not consist of only chicklits and Harry Potter. WOWWWWWWWWWW startling, isn't it? It is, frankly, none of your business what I read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream of many things. I want to explore the human psyche. I want to be less affected by people's opinions of me. I want to work hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a very self-conscious person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in the end, will it matter? An awesome job, loads of money. When you're old and nearing your end, sit back and think about all that you've achieved. Did you chase after it just for the chase? Because everyone else was doing it? Because you are a materialistic git?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My very confusing and probably "wtf-I-don't-get-this-Fiona-you-are-damn-act-cheem" passage ends here. After this really long reflection-kind-of thing, my conclusion is: Priorities. Why not, you think about it. What do you really want in life? I know some people chase after jobs, they are practical as hell. Some people like me, like to act-cheem and think. But am I really acting-cheem? But posing such a philosophical question like "am I acting-cheem" am I acting-cheem or really am I thinking? I AM SO CONFUSED BY MY HEAD RIGHT NOW. I often find myself in ThinkParadoxes. I think I started thinking all this since I read Sophie's World with relish oh god ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you start to judge me and my act-profound thoughts, please don't. I really don't know why I keep a blog; I'm so self-conscious. Anyway. Before you judge me, remember I'm younger and not as wise as you (and also didn't I tell you not to read this?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit on 30 oct 2011: oh my god.&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/8798353541684341348-7504579325286871074?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/7504579325286871074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=7504579325286871074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7504579325286871074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/7504579325286871074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/10/of-insecurities-213-and-dreams-but-its.html' title='of insecurities, 213, and dreams (but it&apos;s all messed up)'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-4227680253865391206</id><published>2010-12-01T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T23:54:12.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super sikrit surprise</title><content type='html'>HAI! today i went to rebecca's haus to do the sss. yknow, the &lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;uper &lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;ecret &lt;b&gt;s&lt;/b&gt;urprise thing! obviously 'cause it's a secret thing i cannot tell yall what we did. well, i could, but that would be very embarrassing so i am withholding that information! yey! i got lost on the way home though, and reached home at EIGHT. EIGHT, REBECCA O_O that is 'cause i was supposed to take the bus to serangoon station, but i didn't see it or something so i went all the way to PAYA LEBAR. what is with me T_T uh so i took another bus back to serangoon station, and because it was dark i couldn't recognize anything so i went into the new shopping centre (&lt;a href="http://www.nex.com.sg/"&gt;nex&lt;/a&gt;) and wandered around trying to look for the mrt entrance. anyway it wasn't open (!) so i was annoyed and hungry and i went up again and out of the centre and finally found the mrt station and then i took a train to bishan and then from bishan i took another train to woodlands.&lt;div&gt;uhhhh it was pretty fun (not the getting lost part, the SSS part at rebecca's house). i fell asleep ._. while watching a movie wth! I AM DEPRIVED OF SLEEP D: only because i slept at like, three yesterday. that is an exaggeration yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg i wanna go kinokuniya soon! like, tomorrow. haven't been on the computer recently (= no blogging) because my father totally locked it because my parents totally don't trust me around the computer ): i admit i can be a TAD excessive -cough- but only because the interwebz = treasure trove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!!! THE RADIO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay ignore that it was an snsd thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh OMG!! SNSD :O! did you hear that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay never mind i am being ridiculous i need to go send my mother cafe world thingies nao. gbye yall! i hope you won't judge me. NO WAIT, you won't - because i've been liddis ALL ALONG. but seriously guys, i am shocked at my use of language. LIEK, i misspell things. ON PURPOSE. how ridikulus is THAT OMG! somemore after some time it becomes a habit ): and i'm starting to abuse exclaimation marks sigh D: OH NOES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha okay yknow what?! WHAT. imma gonna start reading good literature. btw you know when i say "good literature" in my head, it's like a DISH TO BE SAVOURED, yknow? it has that feel. just say it - say "good literature". doesn't the phrase slip off your tongue in a most delicious manner? is it just me ._.? this reminds me of ariel and her synesthesia. ariel is a very unique individual indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M TRIPPIN'. okay ignore ignore ignore that. hmm. do you ever feel that words are beautiful things. artistically speaking. like the word: "elixir". isn't it really balanced and all? it really is, isn't it. oh and the word, idk... "idk" is pretty cute too. balanced! the loops and the lines and the tittles and all that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh again. i am really easily influenced by others' opinions of me. i don't like it when people who don't know me at all judge me. i have said this countless times. am i overthinking this. yes/no/maybeeeee. so difficult. self-worth = 0. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798353541684341348-4227680253865391206?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/4227680253865391206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=4227680253865391206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4227680253865391206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/4227680253865391206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/12/super-sikrit-surprise.html' title='super sikrit surprise'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-5339650364519889133</id><published>2010-11-28T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:31:29.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catchin' lightnin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Alternating between HSM3 songs and SNSD ._. Also, class chalet! Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter One: Getting There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Soooo I woke up at 11 or so on Tuesday (aha this might be a &lt;i&gt;little&lt;/i&gt; late) and took the MRT at 12.30 ._. met Huiting at City Hall interchange with all our luggage LOL. People were &lt;b&gt;staring&lt;/b&gt;, as if they'd never seen two teenage girls in short shorts (Huiting wore FBTs and I wore this... short thing) carrying 10kg worth of packet drinks, huge totes  and jackets/sleeping bags each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TO-1eBWXZaI/AAAAAAAABnc/r-QmK5GNIaY/s1600/Photo1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TO-1eBWXZaI/AAAAAAAABnc/r-QmK5GNIaY/s200/Photo1054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543849193679316386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TO-1eBWXZaI/AAAAAAAABnc/r-QmK5GNIaY/s1600/Photo1054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ That's not a lot, is it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway... we got to Pasir Ris around two~ Walked to the interchange (I dropped my jacket T_T) with all our rubbish and took a bus to Downtown East (DTE):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TO-1fJfS6qI/AAAAAAAABnk/XJ_EI5HV4h0/s1600/Photo1055.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TO-1fJfS6qI/AAAAAAAABnk/XJ_EI5HV4h0/s200/Photo1055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543849213044124322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ Waiting for a bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeah! Then we met up with Xuan Li, who informed us that Cheryl was &lt;u&gt;still packing&lt;/u&gt; (cue wtf face) and we couldn't get into our chalet 'cause her mother had the NTUC card LOL. Anyway stood around waiting for Cheryl and the others. I bought a toothbrush (uhm I kinda forgot to bring it ._.) and a drink and... chocolate for the class! And eh I went to lead some lost puppies to the meeting place as well (idk what kind of sentence this is ._.) :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Two: "No, sir, we are Not Gambling. Definitely Not. Nuh-uh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway checked in :D We were&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; totally excited about the chalet ^^ The people who came semi-punctually: Xuan Li, Huiting, I, Etsuko, Dorcas, Shinyee, Jia Chun, Cheryl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TO-1fzniA9I/AAAAAAAABns/E3OQfMhwJyM/s1600/Photo1059.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TO-1fzniA9I/AAAAAAAABns/E3OQfMhwJyM/s200/Photo1059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543849224352957394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ This is Etsuko who was glued to the phone speaking to -cough-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCqWAnFfKI/AAAAAAAABqc/JZjaHfnYMwY/s1600/Photo1096.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCqWAnFfKI/AAAAAAAABqc/JZjaHfnYMwY/s200/Photo1096.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544118436390861986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCqVie6vHI/AAAAAAAABqM/O_Q5guN1Ixk/s1600/Photo1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCqVie6vHI/AAAAAAAABqM/O_Q5guN1Ixk/s200/Photo1092.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544118428303539314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Our bags! And not all of them ._. But I took this photograph at night during the BBQ, when most people were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC3ku5cksI/AAAAAAAABuU/lzeGZ0CFAWk/s1600/Photo1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC3ku5cksI/AAAAAAAABuU/lzeGZ0CFAWk/s200/Photo1147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544132982985233090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I took this after the BBQ. Everyone was in the room watching 500 Days of Summer but I, obviously, had to be the last one to leave the toilet after brushing my teeth. So! I decided to take a random photograph blahblahblah. Lots of towels  everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After a bit of randoming, we decided to wait for Sabrina, Ying Tong, and Roob before starting officially on our activities (cycling etc.)! So... we played card games. I WAS A SPECTATOR. Yeh hmm. When Sabrina came, Huiting and I went to bring her over to the chalet and then she bathed (in the chalet) and after that I GAVE HER THE SCRAPBOOK. Her reaction was not as overwhelming as I'd imagined (I'd hoped for something along the lines of "OMGOGMGOMGOMGOMG!!11one -hyperventilate-") but it was quite good nonetheless :D Oh and we got bored of waiting for Roob and Ying Tong so we went to cycle/the beach first. Sadly it started to rain -_- so... we went back to find Roob and Ying Tong already inside! Then moar card games etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TO-5Pv3xibI/AAAAAAAABoU/w1FI-JzbAEU/s1600/Photo1063.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TO-5Pv3xibI/AAAAAAAABoU/w1FI-JzbAEU/s200/Photo1063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543853346515945906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;THEN WE WATCHED THE PROPOSAL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJv2hR988I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/BtyvdzUS1H4/s1600/76781_10150324689775584_831340583_16000690_5489500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJv2hR988I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/BtyvdzUS1H4/s200/76781_10150324689775584_831340583_16000690_5489500_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544617073683854274" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ R's photograph! We were watching the movie comfortably (okay for me not really, since Ting Ting was resting her body on my legs. But more or less so).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TO-1irY28EI/AAAAAAAABn8/mqwTxcWNpsE/s1600/Photo1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TO-1irY28EI/AAAAAAAABn8/mqwTxcWNpsE/s200/Photo1064.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543849273683537986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ It was dark outside. Cheryl + the gang went out selflessly to first, help us buy bubble tea from Cup Walker and second, start the BBQ fire! I must warn you here that I went a bit dingdong during the BBQ and took like 50 photos of the whole damn thing and you might get a teeny bit bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Three: BBQ that lasted for manymany hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Soooo yep! Somewhere in the middle, the people BBQing outside started blasting dance music and The Proposal became very boring. FOR ME. And so I went out to kachao people and subtly became a part of the crew, in charge of the butter. This is a v good job for me 'cause I ♥ butter and spammed it on! Which is whai the satay r tasty, guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCl6mKi7LI/AAAAAAAABo0/nGvojynFC40/s1600/Photo1069.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCl6mKi7LI/AAAAAAAABo0/nGvojynFC40/s200/Photo1069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544113567388855474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh yeah did I mention we didn't have a butter brush so for a while Xuan Li/I used SPOONZ ._. then we were like "wth are we doing this" and went to Cheers (total life-saver) to get a 1. brush 2. FAN! And other people went out to buy more things liek lighters at random times too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCl540fMQI/AAAAAAAABos/_5Pu1av_PIM/s1600/Photo1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCl540fMQI/AAAAAAAABos/_5Pu1av_PIM/s200/Photo1067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544113555216740610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ You can see the raw chicken grilling nicely. Actually at first the fire was a total fail LOL. It was only warm-hot in the middle and the sides/edges were just warm -_- so the first batch of satay was left on the grill for REALLY LONG and we flipped them over but they were Still raw -_- erm. Anyway with Xuan Li's expertise and Cheryl's ability to use a lighter, we got a &lt;i&gt;toasty fire&lt;/i&gt; going! Red embers, see ^? Only my phone's colour balance is Screwed so the embers look purple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCl7pMTUtI/AAAAAAAABpM/MQGZqbwUL-0/s1600/Photo1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCl7pMTUtI/AAAAAAAABpM/MQGZqbwUL-0/s200/Photo1077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544113585381397202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCl7Puz7GI/AAAAAAAABpE/uMswlRwvlhc/s1600/Photo1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCl7Puz7GI/AAAAAAAABpE/uMswlRwvlhc/s200/Photo1072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544113578546818146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ Roob and Shinyee hard at work! This was after The Proposal ended (I can tell because Shinyee was inside watching it and since she is outside nao the movie must have ended already!), and suddenly everyone wanted to help ._. so uh yeah! This was when the fire got hot already, as you can see from that... burst of flames ._. LOL then the BBQers were holding random chicken wings up in the flame to "make use of the heat". I didn't really take photographs of the beginning (= before The Proposal ended) because... I was totes working hard on the butter-spreading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCl6_mFvEI/AAAAAAAABo8/GXkao0X-sBc/s1600/Photo1070.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCl6_mFvEI/AAAAAAAABo8/GXkao0X-sBc/s200/Photo1070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544113574215269442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ I was spreading butter by the truckloads (Shinyee was like "Fiona that's enougHHH") while taking photographs wthwth. And yeah this is our chalet at night! Cosy or whattt (I mean small).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCoWwETuVI/AAAAAAAABpU/jtY_AZhzv2g/s1600/Photo1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCoWwETuVI/AAAAAAAABpU/jtY_AZhzv2g/s200/Photo1082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544116250106640722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We had a lot of fires popping out of nowhere ._. Like this one for instance ^. I was really amused/fascinated by them so... loads of photographs of them -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCoXpEBJ4I/AAAAAAAABpk/BHjdANnpuTY/s1600/Photo1085.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCoXpEBJ4I/AAAAAAAABpk/BHjdANnpuTY/s200/Photo1085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544116265406244738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ EH! DO YOU SEE SALMON :D Yeah it's kind of weird to have salmon at a BBQ but it was really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCoX9JvWEI/AAAAAAAABps/T1ODh0DGdN0/s1600/Photo1088.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCoX9JvWEI/AAAAAAAABps/T1ODh0DGdN0/s200/Photo1088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544116270798952514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OMNOMNOMNOM this photograph gives me the &lt;i&gt;heebie-jeebies&lt;/i&gt;. Haha no it does not. It makes me feel hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCqU62oyQI/AAAAAAAABp8/4JzqqNH7D7k/s1600/Photo1090.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCqU62oyQI/AAAAAAAABp8/4JzqqNH7D7k/s200/Photo1090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544118417665607938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And more! By golly! (this is a Sabrina phrase) we really had a lot of food! SO MANY BATCHES O_O and somemore I ate very little ._. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCoXTgpLNI/AAAAAAAABpc/7NRGlaL0tmk/s1600/Photo1083.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCoXTgpLNI/AAAAAAAABpc/7NRGlaL0tmk/s200/Photo1083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544116259620728018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Generally, the place was full of smoke ._. and my eyes got irritated (and Cheryl's eyes too... and actually many people's eyes ._.). But by the way halfway through my role as butterer was getting smaller and smaller and thus I wandered off to goodness knows where taking photographs ._. Oh but we had LOTS of food, 'cause Roob ordered for 25 people (and liekkkk 12 people came). YES lots and lots T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCoYSSzuwI/AAAAAAAABp0/aKaoweef6Og/s1600/Photo1089.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCoYSSzuwI/AAAAAAAABp0/aKaoweef6Og/s200/Photo1089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544116276474133250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is Ying Tong with some of the food (this was taken when we had half the box left in the icebox still uncooked).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCqVDQXStI/AAAAAAAABqE/ma8fVJsprnU/s1600/Photo1091.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCqVDQXStI/AAAAAAAABqE/ma8fVJsprnU/s200/Photo1091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544118419920997074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is Li Shuen, Jia Chun and some other people with the rest ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCsKk6DJiI/AAAAAAAABqs/bQr47t6VpjA/s1600/Photo1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCsKk6DJiI/AAAAAAAABqs/bQr47t6VpjA/s200/Photo1100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544120438998902306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ The rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway as I was saying, my role became smaller/I got bored, and so I wandered off taking useless photographs of people eating/people inside the chalet microwaving stuff since we had only One grill and we had too much food to barbecue. Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCqVxWueGI/AAAAAAAABqU/dvOlDxIEL8o/s1600/Photo1094.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCqVxWueGI/AAAAAAAABqU/dvOlDxIEL8o/s200/Photo1094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544118432295712866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Etsuko microwaving garlic bread OMNOM they were nice... and garlicky. I went into the chalet also to wipe my phone, because someone (NOT ME) had dripped melted butter on the screen D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And then I went out to take &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; useless pictures. Of course:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCsLgP1OFI/AAAAAAAABrE/6UIBzWn5YQA/s1600/Photo1105.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCsLgP1OFI/AAAAAAAABrE/6UIBzWn5YQA/s200/Photo1105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544120454927956050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Our nice neighbours who didn't complain even when we were supernoisy ._. Compared to our neighbours the &lt;b&gt;NEXT&lt;/b&gt; day... okay I shall not spoil the suspense for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCsKSb9cII/AAAAAAAABqk/bFw3tQrImXg/s1600/Photo1097.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCsKSb9cII/AAAAAAAABqk/bFw3tQrImXg/s200/Photo1097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544120434040860802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^Random photograph of the BBQ grill in between useless photographs! This was our &lt;i&gt;n&lt;/i&gt;th batch ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCt4FLLqjI/AAAAAAAABrc/XnN_AcwpKJ4/s1600/Photo1108.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCt4FLLqjI/AAAAAAAABrc/XnN_AcwpKJ4/s200/Photo1108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544122320266439218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Raw satay is nom. OMG what am I saying. Satay is nom, raw satay is not nom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCsLTdkbwI/AAAAAAAABq8/s51RKtMvLAs/s1600/Photo1104.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCsLTdkbwI/AAAAAAAABq8/s51RKtMvLAs/s200/Photo1104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544120451495915266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCsLFVytBI/AAAAAAAABq0/s5DLnEKxMdE/s1600/Photo1103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCsLFVytBI/AAAAAAAABq0/s5DLnEKxMdE/s200/Photo1103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544120447705199634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ USELESS PHOTOGRAPH! I like the light, I don't know why ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCt3y1pnNI/AAAAAAAABrU/0IVJiem1-AY/s1600/Photo1106.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCt3y1pnNI/AAAAAAAABrU/0IVJiem1-AY/s200/Photo1106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544122315344288978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dumdeedum BBQ fire once more... nothing much ._. Oh we'd squid o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And now for Rebecca's photographs! I'm not sure when they were taken so I'll just insert them all here, not in any order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsDCghKLI/AAAAAAAAB4k/HtNvssubQ5g/s1600/75596_10150324697230584_831340583_16000855_1640790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsDCghKLI/AAAAAAAAB4k/HtNvssubQ5g/s200/75596_10150324697230584_831340583_16000855_1640790_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544612890715170994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ting Ting jumping from a bench. Well duh. I'm sorry to say this so... tactlessly but IGNORE HUITING'S BUTT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJv3g4iQEI/AAAAAAAAB8w/-mS6nlJH3rE/s1600/150834_10150324698000584_831340583_16000875_3731917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJv3g4iQEI/AAAAAAAAB8w/-mS6nlJH3rE/s200/150834_10150324698000584_831340583_16000875_3731917_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544617090757050434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsEPZ-ITI/AAAAAAAAB48/Z1PLYwRdg1g/s1600/76813_10150324698850584_831340583_16000900_8145851_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsEPZ-ITI/AAAAAAAAB48/Z1PLYwRdg1g/s200/76813_10150324698850584_831340583_16000900_8145851_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544612911357239602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jumpin' around. Do you see me + Sabrina + Ting Ting + some other people not in the frame poking at the cats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJs_gWd8lI/AAAAAAAAB6M/kVzmLcuZ07o/s1600/75730_10150324695980584_831340583_16000831_2797587_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJs_gWd8lI/AAAAAAAAB6M/kVzmLcuZ07o/s200/75730_10150324695980584_831340583_16000831_2797587_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544613929518232146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Michelle and Dorcas going O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuwurE48I/AAAAAAAAB7o/2sgNMU4U5l4/s1600/156195_10150324700365584_831340583_16000942_6726598_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuwurE48I/AAAAAAAAB7o/2sgNMU4U5l4/s200/156195_10150324700365584_831340583_16000942_6726598_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544615874687984578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;... Classic expression of Jiachun's, in case you're wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJtfZETLTI/AAAAAAAAB6s/J8cI7_xZpIQ/s1600/148843_10150324691230584_831340583_16000723_6037525_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJtfZETLTI/AAAAAAAAB6s/J8cI7_xZpIQ/s200/148843_10150324691230584_831340583_16000723_6037525_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544614477318794546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ting Ting's happy face :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuwx-6lcI/AAAAAAAAB7w/UYq8l5tMu0I/s1600/156583_10150324690765584_831340583_16000713_97479_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuwx-6lcI/AAAAAAAAB7w/UYq8l5tMu0I/s200/156583_10150324690765584_831340583_16000713_97479_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544615875576501698" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eating satay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuyMOw7EI/AAAAAAAAB8I/rn004B-RnGI/s1600/76627_10150324689985584_831340583_16000694_4903904_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuyMOw7EI/AAAAAAAAB8I/rn004B-RnGI/s200/76627_10150324689985584_831340583_16000694_4903904_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544615899802168386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ME HARD AT WORK. Double exposure = coolmaxxx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJw7V3LwBI/AAAAAAAAB84/OJ8PoJM3Ie8/s1600/154926_10150324695815584_831340583_16000828_6553221_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJw7V3LwBI/AAAAAAAAB84/OJ8PoJM3Ie8/s200/154926_10150324695815584_831340583_16000828_6553221_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544618256029696018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Threepoint.a: Meowmeows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Aha! I bet yall must be "what meowmeows plz don't cheat my feelings, Fiona, thx". Or is that only me ._. Anyway! there was a pregnant cat outside the fence! Absolutely no suspense. But yes! And I was like "asft@#!" 'cause I like cats and I like taking photographs of them soooo I spammed photographs but this cat was a hungry cat and there was leftover salmon that someone dropped so we figured "why not" and so we fed a little to the cat but it was still hungry so we fed it two sticks and there was a girl and a boy outside watching and we asked if she wanted to feed the cat and she was like "oh no this isn't good for the cat" in Chinese and we were like "afstas!#" why never say so earlier but anyway we fed it to the cat already so OH WELL. Then it was still hungry and prowled outside the fence restlessly so we gave it chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then of course ANOTHER cat had to appear, but this one was really shy/smart. We had no more salmon so we gave it chicken. And it avoided me so I've only one photograph of its REAR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCt4ddxeII/AAAAAAAABrk/P1M_KFZo-C8/s1600/Photo1109.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCt4ddxeII/AAAAAAAABrk/P1M_KFZo-C8/s200/Photo1109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544122326786865282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The cat outside the fence. We approached it quietly but it was damn friendly :D and maybe that's dangerous O_O but oh well it was purring/rubbing its head against the fence (I... take that as a friendly gesture?)/eating all the salmon very quickly wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCv6bX4tOI/AAAAAAAABr0/H3trpxngUmI/s1600/Photo1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCv6bX4tOI/AAAAAAAABr0/H3trpxngUmI/s200/Photo1112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544124559608296674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Food! It was seriously hungry ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCt48733II/AAAAAAAABrs/OcwYI-XyAaQ/s1600/Photo1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCt48733II/AAAAAAAABrs/OcwYI-XyAaQ/s200/Photo1110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544122335234612354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After a stick of salmon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCv7TjAa_I/AAAAAAAABsU/F5S2C9s4QsA/s1600/Photo1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCv7TjAa_I/AAAAAAAABsU/F5S2C9s4QsA/s200/Photo1127.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544124574687325170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Licking its paws!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCv7BM0OZI/AAAAAAAABsM/3VrJ8SBShxk/s1600/Photo1126.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCv7BM0OZI/AAAAAAAABsM/3VrJ8SBShxk/s200/Photo1126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544124569762412946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uhmmm acting emo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCv677TUnI/AAAAAAAABsE/QQ_DEgcpbwI/s1600/Photo1121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCv677TUnI/AAAAAAAABsE/QQ_DEgcpbwI/s200/Photo1121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544124568346776178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh no wait it's sniffing at the leftovers ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCv6rbQBAI/AAAAAAAABr8/qKF7a87dFA8/s1600/Photo1116.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCv6rbQBAI/AAAAAAAABr8/qKF7a87dFA8/s200/Photo1116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544124563917374466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I TOLD YOU, THIS CAT IS WAY TOO FRIENDLY! Somemore it's pregnant! And my phone is very dirty yes :/ I rubbed it with hand sanitizer at home LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCxmo48C-I/AAAAAAAABs0/_jF0cLmgIyA/s1600/Photo1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCxmo48C-I/AAAAAAAABs0/_jF0cLmgIyA/s200/Photo1130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544126418662460386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My one photograph of the cat with its face in it ._. It's really cute ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A small break from the cat, while it was eating chicken:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCyRWqHRhI/AAAAAAAABtE/oV8kefQhFo4/s1600/Photo1132.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCyRWqHRhI/AAAAAAAABtE/oV8kefQhFo4/s200/Photo1132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544127152502818322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCxm_eg-EI/AAAAAAAABs8/uQ9mE6lhnKw/s1600/Photo1131.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCxm_eg-EI/AAAAAAAABs8/uQ9mE6lhnKw/s200/Photo1131.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544126424725649474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BIG FIAR! Everyone was like "OMG!" and retreated LOL. We tried to cover it with all the chicken wings hahahahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCzMaReC1I/AAAAAAAABtM/ku7pPaLlM8o/s1600/Photo1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCzMaReC1I/AAAAAAAABtM/ku7pPaLlM8o/s200/Photo1134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544128167085476690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And it worked :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCzNYFZQqI/AAAAAAAABtk/Gq_MZqEQDWU/s1600/Photo1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCzNYFZQqI/AAAAAAAABtk/Gq_MZqEQDWU/s200/Photo1140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544128183677829794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDGRfCm4TI/AAAAAAAABzc/7y4WFMCS8gQ/s1600/Photo1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDGRfCm4TI/AAAAAAAABzc/7y4WFMCS8gQ/s200/Photo1242.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544149144985592114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But the aftermath .___.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then I went to kachao the cats again ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCzMrjh6rI/AAAAAAAABtU/q4FQnYcHm-M/s1600/Photo1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCzMrjh6rI/AAAAAAAABtU/q4FQnYcHm-M/s200/Photo1135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544128171724630706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NO MOAR FOOD FOR YOU, KITTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCzNLCOXTI/AAAAAAAABtc/Rp_xHu24Q_E/s1600/Photo1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCzNLCOXTI/AAAAAAAABtc/Rp_xHu24Q_E/s200/Photo1139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544128180174871858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The shy one ^ grabbed the chicken and went under a table or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Four: Movie "Marathon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway~ I cannot really remember the chronological order of anything that happened in the BBQ anymore, so... overall it was really fun! I wish I'd spent less time on the cats and more with the people wtfwtf ._. but oh well! And we'd SO MUCH leftover food -_- and uh, we BBQed marshmallows too ^^ yeah! After that people trickled back into the chalet and took showers! I was one of the first in -cough- and Jiachun, Huiting, Sabrina and I crazy danced to random songs haha ^^ super fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rebecca took some uhm, photographs of it (not placed in chronological order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJv3UXY8mI/AAAAAAAAB8o/vKOLnWNNg2Q/s1600/149930_10150324689095584_831340583_16000676_2269377_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJv3UXY8mI/AAAAAAAAB8o/vKOLnWNNg2Q/s200/149930_10150324689095584_831340583_16000676_2269377_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544617087396803170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Feelin' bored... this is before we started highing ._. And spot Huiting's :O face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJs_NkYUgI/AAAAAAAAB50/EbXeOcGGx_k/s1600/156070_10150324702230584_831340583_16000987_6992911_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJs_NkYUgI/AAAAAAAAB50/EbXeOcGGx_k/s200/156070_10150324702230584_831340583_16000987_6992911_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544613924476310018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJs_NkYUgI/AAAAAAAAB50/EbXeOcGGx_k/s1600/156070_10150324702230584_831340583_16000987_6992911_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sabrina is demonstrating a move to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJv3Jug5lI/AAAAAAAAB8g/eu0gpt9FOkk/s1600/149286_10150324702775584_831340583_16001001_7753264_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJv3Jug5lI/AAAAAAAAB8g/eu0gpt9FOkk/s200/149286_10150324702775584_831340583_16001001_7753264_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544617084541003346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJv3Jug5lI/AAAAAAAAB8g/eu0gpt9FOkk/s1600/149286_10150324702775584_831340583_16001001_7753264_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;... Well. &lt;i&gt;Well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJs-9GVNtI/AAAAAAAAB5s/nOjBIxAxEpk/s1600/155984_10150324704145584_831340583_16001023_2618192_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJs-9GVNtI/AAAAAAAAB5s/nOjBIxAxEpk/s200/155984_10150324704145584_831340583_16001023_2618192_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544613920055310034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is after Huiting showered! But eh Cheryl is now enthusiastically... groovin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuONeoy-I/AAAAAAAAB7c/FXehHBPxgMw/s1600/155991_10150325326180584_831340583_16013160_2006186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuONeoy-I/AAAAAAAAB7c/FXehHBPxgMw/s200/155991_10150325326180584_831340583_16013160_2006186_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544615281661889506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HAHA Sabrina and Cheryl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsT8f8EbI/AAAAAAAAB5E/BqX6xhiE8PY/s1600/148694_10150324703145584_831340583_16001008_3590712_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsT8f8EbI/AAAAAAAAB5E/BqX6xhiE8PY/s200/148694_10150324703145584_831340583_16001008_3590712_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544613181159903666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;... Good going, Cheryl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After I showered (OHHHH but I hated showering there! So creepy ): 'cause the door to the shower couldn't close, and there was this gap, and the mirror was right outside and I was FREAKED OUT all throughout. And somemore we could hear the people from outside the chalet!! Because there was a window o_O), Huiting and I did jumpshots for Li Shuen and Roob (on the chair), The Avid Photographers. &lt;b&gt;I WANT A DSLR TOOOOOOO.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsU7ic7nI/AAAAAAAAB5c/DvAHEJ1cI18/s1600/150888_10150325326720584_831340583_16013175_836249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsU7ic7nI/AAAAAAAAB5c/DvAHEJ1cI18/s200/150888_10150325326720584_831340583_16013175_836249_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544613198081879666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ You can see the indent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsDwly1aI/AAAAAAAAB40/QL3i--zufBQ/s1600/76771_10150325327920584_831340583_16013210_4812480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsDwly1aI/AAAAAAAAB40/QL3i--zufBQ/s200/76771_10150325327920584_831340583_16013210_4812480_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544612903085331874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BEST PHOTOGRAPH OF THE YEAR KTHX. By the way these two are Rebecca's photographs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Itsnotfair T_T I'm v jealous of their cameras and mad photography skillz &lt;b&gt;BIG SIGH&lt;/b&gt;. Maybe if I'd a proper camera I'd be good at photography too! Right?! Say yes. Anyway the awesome photographs ^^ I think Roob is going to send me ALL her photographs so I'll put them here later. As well as on FB. And I'm gonna place her photographs randomly through my post :D because I'm trying to appeal to a different demographic, see. ROOB YOU R ON MY BLOG LEH! (You owe me one for SSS.)Your awesome photographs ^^ There are some avant-garde ones T_T like they popped out of Vogue Italia or something wtf. THIS IS NOT FAIR, GUYS. I'M SUPPOSED TO BE THE ARTISTIC ONE. (Please don't comment on that plzplzplz.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC5cxTrSRI/AAAAAAAABuk/2iqgTh7iF4w/s1600/Photo1148.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC5cxTrSRI/AAAAAAAABuk/2iqgTh7iF4w/s200/Photo1148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544135045216422162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After the BBQ = much food in the fridge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC3ku5cksI/AAAAAAAABuU/lzeGZ0CFAWk/s1600/Photo1147.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway after lots of photography (Cheryl said I was a camwhore! I suppose that is correct to a certain sense.)/playing cards/prankcalling (HAHA FUNNY MAX) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Roob's photographs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuNvRToRI/AAAAAAAAB7M/NwFY9iENiOk/s1600/154257_10150324704625584_831340583_16001028_5507792_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuNvRToRI/AAAAAAAAB7M/NwFY9iENiOk/s200/154257_10150324704625584_831340583_16001028_5507792_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544615273552912658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuNvRToRI/AAAAAAAAB7M/NwFY9iENiOk/s1600/154257_10150324704625584_831340583_16001028_5507792_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deciding which unfortunate dude to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuNP8x26I/AAAAAAAAB7E/n0lz7x1SGRk/s1600/150277_10150324694025584_831340583_16000792_1070325_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuNP8x26I/AAAAAAAAB7E/n0lz7x1SGRk/s200/150277_10150324694025584_831340583_16000792_1070325_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544615265145314210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;... WHAT is this. Jiachun please explain this to me. IS THIS A MUGSHOT OR WHAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;while everyone bathed, we all went into the bedroom to watch 500 Days of Summer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC3jZu774I/AAAAAAAABt0/4nPBoA2UcjM/s1600/Photo1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC3jZu774I/AAAAAAAABt0/4nPBoA2UcjM/s200/Photo1142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544132960124137346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ Uhm awkward shower scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It was good, I suppose. I appreciated the cinematography and all, but I was paying more attention to the light sticks Li Shuen gave out -cough-. So yeah a lot of photographs of the light sticks heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCzOM31L3I/AAAAAAAABts/7MmtK4aToz4/s1600/Photo1141.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPCzOM31L3I/AAAAAAAABts/7MmtK4aToz4/s200/Photo1141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544128197848018802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC3kFEx6DI/AAAAAAAABuM/wjBiJWvL0MM/s1600/Photo1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC3kFEx6DI/AAAAAAAABuM/wjBiJWvL0MM/s200/Photo1145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544132971758479410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mine was red :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC3jhb7_tI/AAAAAAAABt8/UzGpgmkfri0/s1600/Photo1143.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC3jhb7_tI/AAAAAAAABt8/UzGpgmkfri0/s200/Photo1143.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544132962191933138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Huiting's (the person next to me during the movie) was green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC3j1q7NqI/AAAAAAAABuE/dEVtC44zrxo/s1600/Photo1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC3j1q7NqI/AAAAAAAABuE/dEVtC44zrxo/s200/Photo1144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544132967623505570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ting Ting's (the other person next to me during the movie) was blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC5dOt07gI/AAAAAAAABus/VVaPq9XLeEY/s1600/Photo1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC5dOt07gI/AAAAAAAABus/VVaPq9XLeEY/s200/Photo1150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544135053110734338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OMG I ♥ LIGHTSTICK BANGLES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC5dcaghdI/AAAAAAAABu0/SV8glcxKyiw/s1600/Photo1163.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC5dcaghdI/AAAAAAAABu0/SV8glcxKyiw/s200/Photo1163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544135056787801554" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But the glow died very quickly ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC5dtyHBrI/AAAAAAAABu8/O6EXLp2107c/s1600/Photo1169.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC5dtyHBrI/AAAAAAAABu8/O6EXLp2107c/s200/Photo1169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544135061450196658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Although it seems strong. But when I wave it the glow isn't as intense anymore D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC5d94CbQI/AAAAAAAABvE/T2SNBiESJ6k/s1600/Photo1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC5d94CbQI/AAAAAAAABvE/T2SNBiESJ6k/s200/Photo1170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544135065770028290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ Isn't as intense ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC6RyirdkI/AAAAAAAABvU/3xbBl9_o1oA/s1600/Photo1173.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC6RyirdkI/AAAAAAAABvU/3xbBl9_o1oA/s200/Photo1173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544135956080850498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Together~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC5d94CbQI/AAAAAAAABvE/T2SNBiESJ6k/s1600/Photo1170.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC6S9c_yOI/AAAAAAAABvs/_qoGnZObfl0/s1600/Photo1178.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC6S9c_yOI/AAAAAAAABvs/_qoGnZObfl0/s200/Photo1178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544135976189675746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC7aqiRT7I/AAAAAAAABv0/2BbWsFUa84E/s1600/Photo1179.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC7aqiRT7I/AAAAAAAABv0/2BbWsFUa84E/s200/Photo1179.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544137208062103474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I LIKE. Joined the bangles together and Ting Ting spun them around madly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC6Sbyw70I/AAAAAAAABvk/p5B1edTzV-I/s1600/Photo1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC6Sbyw70I/AAAAAAAABvk/p5B1edTzV-I/s200/Photo1177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544135967154171714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC6Sbyw70I/AAAAAAAABvk/p5B1edTzV-I/s1600/Photo1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC6SAHHfII/AAAAAAAABvc/5e7Y1YFDTIk/s1600/Photo1176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC6SAHHfII/AAAAAAAABvc/5e7Y1YFDTIk/s200/Photo1176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544135959723342978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC6SAHHfII/AAAAAAAABvc/5e7Y1YFDTIk/s1600/Photo1176.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This honestly looks like a bird flapping its wings to me. Doesn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC7bPmASCI/AAAAAAAABwE/hWOp8WloZtk/s1600/Photo1181.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC7bPmASCI/AAAAAAAABwE/hWOp8WloZtk/s200/Photo1181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544137218009876514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC7a5IXOzI/AAAAAAAABv8/rc3GN-l0vA0/s1600/Photo1180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC7a5IXOzI/AAAAAAAABv8/rc3GN-l0vA0/s200/Photo1180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544137211979971378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;While the movie was ending, Ting Ting and I did this ^ ._. but I caught the ending, oh yes I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC7bfbDt7I/AAAAAAAABwM/yVJ8ocCgHDM/s1600/Photo1184.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC7bfbDt7I/AAAAAAAABwM/yVJ8ocCgHDM/s200/Photo1184.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544137222258931634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sleepytime! I was one of the people who felt super sleepy after that so a few of us went to bed first. Meanwhile the rest of them proceeded to the living room to have a movie marathon, which was our original intention LOL. Apparently I am a selfish sleeper -cough-. But anyways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Five: "Think LSC-style"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The next morning! Had breakfast (bread and nutella, dessert from the BBQ we ordered - yes, dessert), lazed around (some of us played card games. Yep.) and then we headed out to have fun bonding games. Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC8dKtVEDI/AAAAAAAABwU/joYqeFTtJuM/s1600/Photo1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC8dKtVEDI/AAAAAAAABwU/joYqeFTtJuM/s200/Photo1190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544138350569787442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nice morning :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC8dr-p3RI/AAAAAAAABwc/WNY9Fgib8kI/s1600/Photo1191.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC8dr-p3RI/AAAAAAAABwc/WNY9Fgib8kI/s200/Photo1191.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544138359500823826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I like this shot! I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Played games such as Murderer (both types), some random thing Roob taught us that was really quite fun, Game of Tempo, eh the Knot thing, and lots more that I cannot remember! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was very annoyed during Murderer, 'cause for the first two games we played I was the FIRST ONE OUT. WTH. And then I warned the subsequent Murderer, but... I was the second one out for that game WTF. Not funny, guys. Damn bored T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC8d3fnFSI/AAAAAAAABwk/jw_WTZnoiAI/s1600/Photo1192.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC8d3fnFSI/AAAAAAAABwk/jw_WTZnoiAI/s200/Photo1192.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544138362591843618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The circle of villagers getting smaller~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC8eOS5KPI/AAAAAAAABws/ASKiefeBQC8/s1600/Photo1193.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC8eOS5KPI/AAAAAAAABws/ASKiefeBQC8/s200/Photo1193.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544138368712517874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And smaller still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC8eWYJokI/AAAAAAAABw0/Uq_SumMj7mY/s1600/Photo1195.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC8eWYJokI/AAAAAAAABw0/Uq_SumMj7mY/s200/Photo1195.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544138370882052674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dead person looking on in interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC-f10d-sI/AAAAAAAABw8/ajiFSPMiKs4/s1600/Photo1196.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC-f10d-sI/AAAAAAAABw8/ajiFSPMiKs4/s200/Photo1196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544140595525450434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We'd forfeits too! I'm really bad at the Game of Tempo :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Six: That Small Interval Between Games and Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After all the games, we decided that it was time to go in and have a rest before going out again for lunch! Then we'd have cycling etc. So we tried to enter the rooms. Keyword being 'tried'. Somehow we left a keycard in the room, and the other room was locked. As in it had that stopper thing blocking our entry. I'm not too sure of the details, but in simple terms: &lt;b&gt;WE WERE LOCKED OUT WTF!&lt;/b&gt; And so, to get in, we needed to get a master card, which = telling the counter people. But uh we had this teeny problem of having more-than-four-people-staying-over, which is erm, against the rules. And the evidence was all our bags and shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC-gzlZPGI/AAAAAAAABxc/jysSZIjI6t4/s1600/Photo1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC-gzlZPGI/AAAAAAAABxc/jysSZIjI6t4/s200/Photo1231.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544140612105223266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes... definitely more than four people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;SO, UH, we were kinda worried. But she didn't attempt to go in LOL. And so we went in, had more card games for some, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC-gBmhc2I/AAAAAAAABxE/g1lGUEINH8Y/s1600/Photo1198.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC-gBmhc2I/AAAAAAAABxE/g1lGUEINH8Y/s200/Photo1198.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544140598688183138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC_ulHzv-I/AAAAAAAABx0/ngXEYE8QILk/s1600/Photo1223.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC_ulHzv-I/AAAAAAAABx0/ngXEYE8QILk/s200/Photo1223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544141948252831714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC_uTW1iOI/AAAAAAAABxs/rxDE4tG9Hwg/s1600/Photo1220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC_uTW1iOI/AAAAAAAABxs/rxDE4tG9Hwg/s200/Photo1220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544141943484025058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC_uT5wZKI/AAAAAAAABxk/GAdimYg5ruE/s1600/Photo1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC_uT5wZKI/AAAAAAAABxk/GAdimYg5ruE/s200/Photo1212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544141943630488738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(they played Bridge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC-gBmhc2I/AAAAAAAABxE/g1lGUEINH8Y/s1600/Photo1198.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;some slept and some watched movies! Xuan Li, Ting Ting, Sabrina and I watched Pixar's Short Films :D really cute. Then we all felt tired :/ Ting Ting slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC-geGdLNI/AAAAAAAABxM/Sp7cPUVkv1Y/s1600/Photo1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC-geGdLNI/AAAAAAAABxM/Sp7cPUVkv1Y/s200/Photo1200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544140606338313426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Seven: Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After a bit we went out for lunch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC-gsduQeI/AAAAAAAABxU/ceiJHTeamBE/s1600/Photo1229.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC-gsduQeI/AAAAAAAABxU/ceiJHTeamBE/s200/Photo1229.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544140610193998306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Flip flopz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I had some... idk, dumplings and ice kachang 'cause I wasn't hungry. I mean, I &lt;b&gt;shared&lt;/b&gt;. Cheryl and someone (???) went out to buy the movie tickets :D! And uh, after that some of us (including me) bought ice-cream :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC_vfo0U5I/AAAAAAAAByE/VDH_pb4UIJQ/s1600/Photo1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC_vfo0U5I/AAAAAAAAByE/VDH_pb4UIJQ/s200/Photo1234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544141963960538002" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I liked mine! Mainly 'cause of the ice-cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC_uxchwsI/AAAAAAAABx8/dXDn5126i2k/s1600/Photo1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPC_uxchwsI/AAAAAAAABx8/dXDn5126i2k/s200/Photo1233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544141951560958658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The pretzel wasn't bad when I dipped it in the ice-cream (which was really goooood!) :D The caramel was too much for me though, and somewhere near the end it began tasting like cough syrup. The caramel popcorn (! yes) at the bottom was just... o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDBYciGFCI/AAAAAAAAByc/MeKzx5mniBM/s1600/Photo1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDBYciGFCI/AAAAAAAAByc/MeKzx5mniBM/s200/Photo1238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544143767013299234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;See? Random popcorn wtf. Was not crunchy ): And too much &lt;s&gt;artificially-flavoured&lt;/s&gt; Hershey's caramel syrup ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDBX0oylYI/AAAAAAAAByM/eEhrph5ocX8/s1600/Photo1235.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDBX0oylYI/AAAAAAAAByM/eEhrph5ocX8/s200/Photo1235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544143756303963522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm not sure what flavour this is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDBYCMzD1I/AAAAAAAAByU/Dlgq8S5ZX60/s1600/Photo1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDBYCMzD1I/AAAAAAAAByU/Dlgq8S5ZX60/s200/Photo1237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544143759944650578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sabrina's ... Japanese-inspired, "Lovers' favourite" (the board said so) thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDBYlfsEyI/AAAAAAAAByk/YmVWXl0PESk/s1600/Photo1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDBYlfsEyI/AAAAAAAAByk/YmVWXl0PESk/s200/Photo1239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544143769419125538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Huiting's/Ting Ting's something-zilla ._. Had lots of Milo powder (? is that it) and chocolate fudge :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Eight: Foiled Planz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDBZEmHoeI/AAAAAAAABys/Jva2Nf2hAnI/s1600/Photo1240.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDBZEmHoeI/AAAAAAAABys/Jva2Nf2hAnI/s200/Photo1240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544143777767596514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We walked back noming the ice-cream :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDDpCXJ7-I/AAAAAAAABy0/f4I18ydTB5c/s1600/Photo1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDDpCXJ7-I/AAAAAAAABy0/f4I18ydTB5c/s200/Photo1241.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544146251069124578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;... I know I take a lot of random photographs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Went back and we wanted to go cycle! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDDpg2_S2I/AAAAAAAABzE/gtiP2Sl9Rr4/s1600/Photo1244.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDDpg2_S2I/AAAAAAAABzE/gtiP2Sl9Rr4/s200/Photo1244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544146259255708514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Even went out of the chalet and everything ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDDqeO5s7I/AAAAAAAABzU/50fdBOLPGNk/s1600/Photo1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDDqeO5s7I/AAAAAAAABzU/50fdBOLPGNk/s200/Photo1248.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544146275730568114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDDp-tzgWI/AAAAAAAABzM/b0xR6_wighU/s1600/Photo1247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDDp-tzgWI/AAAAAAAABzM/b0xR6_wighU/s200/Photo1247.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544146267270250850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Roob's wallet! Random O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Unfortunately because we are Damn Suay it started to drizzle -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDGSogwJOI/AAAAAAAABz8/taSOly7y010/s1600/Photo1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDGSogwJOI/AAAAAAAABz8/taSOly7y010/s200/Photo1252.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544149164707816674" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After discovering the rain, we stoned outside for a while LOL. Sabrina ate her ice-cream (WHAT is Ting Ting doing?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDKIKCB4nI/AAAAAAAAB0E/01O-AAgKIpE/s1600/Photo1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDKIKCB4nI/AAAAAAAAB0E/01O-AAgKIpE/s200/Photo1253.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544153382773711474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Xuan Li.... er, was lying down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDGSWC3HFI/AAAAAAAABz0/JEV0st406pw/s1600/Photo1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDGSWC3HFI/AAAAAAAABz0/JEV0st406pw/s200/Photo1251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544149159750605906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDGR1Nx6SI/AAAAAAAABzs/PE391gGAD7o/s1600/Photo1250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDGR1Nx6SI/AAAAAAAABzs/PE391gGAD7o/s200/Photo1250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544149150938032418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDGRhmQEWI/AAAAAAAABzk/vUlKG4J0sYM/s1600/Photo1249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDGRhmQEWI/AAAAAAAABzk/vUlKG4J0sYM/s200/Photo1249.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544149145671962978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I took photographs. As usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDKIrVLf2I/AAAAAAAAB0M/DA2TmB3LC2E/s1600/Photo1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDKIrVLf2I/AAAAAAAAB0M/DA2TmB3LC2E/s200/Photo1255.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544153391712403298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cheryl is emoing! Okay no she is trying to cover her face. And Roob is photobombing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDKJ8scb-I/AAAAAAAAB0k/zDJ8QB4HPOI/s1600/Photo1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDKJ8scb-I/AAAAAAAAB0k/zDJ8QB4HPOI/s200/Photo1258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544153413553254370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rainy ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So anyway, we were left with the forfeits to do! Quite fun! Sabrina and I had a conversation in which we had to insert three sentences that the rest of them told us to insert haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Progressed to sleeping/prankcalling (ahahahaha Elaine and KF)/card games/blasting music I'm not too sure what was going on in the bedroom (this sounds kinda wrong). 'Cause I was prankcalling squadmates in the living room with a bunch of people heehee. I remember, we ran out of people to call (AHEM because the previous night Etsuko and etc. spent Some time on prankcalling dudes), so Li Shuen offered us her phone, and Sabrina and I were like staring at the names like Cyrus or something and then Li Shuen said: "These are all my father's business colleagues." and we were like O_O lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Xuan Li went to collect the cake for our birthday bashhhhhh I remember!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDKJDiApvI/AAAAAAAAB0U/bkeOOet37gI/s1600/Photo1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDKJDiApvI/AAAAAAAAB0U/bkeOOet37gI/s200/Photo1256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544153398208669426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jiachun was asleep~ Anyway uh, I'm not sure what happens next O_O We were prankcalling people in the living room.... and people from the bedroom doing whatever it was that they were doing came in. I think we did &lt;i&gt;CRAZY DANCING&lt;/i&gt; in the living room (that failed) (below are R's photographs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuxLGZEpI/AAAAAAAAB74/NQjBt_KS-Is/s1600/75346_10150325330210584_831340583_16013272_4574970_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuxLGZEpI/AAAAAAAAB74/NQjBt_KS-Is/s200/75346_10150325330210584_831340583_16013272_4574970_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544615882318746258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsUK20nCI/AAAAAAAAB5M/kHthaAJQfgc/s1600/149522_10150325330445584_831340583_16013278_4173751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsUK20nCI/AAAAAAAAB5M/kHthaAJQfgc/s200/149522_10150325330445584_831340583_16013278_4173751_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544613185013980194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dancing to Low! Favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJzmxpGfyI/AAAAAAAAB9g/Gfu4Ks2v0cI/s1600/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJzmxpGfyI/AAAAAAAAB9g/Gfu4Ks2v0cI/s200/happy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544621201244454690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;CHERYL IS SO EXCITED SHE LEAPS TO THE CHAIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJznkBthZI/AAAAAAAAB9o/rdGbYpR2FLw/s1600/WHAT%2BIS%2BTHIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJznkBthZI/AAAAAAAAB9o/rdGbYpR2FLw/s200/WHAT%2BIS%2BTHIS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544621214769448338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ting Ting is prodding me with her foot :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJw8xWV4vI/AAAAAAAAB9A/6oJCvXsrUTo/s1600/155830_10150325331720584_831340583_16013316_3012842_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJw8xWV4vI/AAAAAAAAB9A/6oJCvXsrUTo/s200/155830_10150325331720584_831340583_16013316_3012842_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544618280588010226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sabrina's face is creepybeans :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and then Roob, Huiting and I did a few jump shots in the bedroom that disturbed Cheryl (teehee) who was trying to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;As seen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsCz-jsLI/AAAAAAAAB4c/5i2i5LprUaY/s1600/74834_10150325332435584_831340583_16013341_918040_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsCz-jsLI/AAAAAAAAB4c/5i2i5LprUaY/s200/74834_10150325332435584_831340583_16013341_918040_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544612886814634162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me. SUPER AWESOMEEEEE. The photography of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsDcztWRI/AAAAAAAAB4s/JhfvqVPKoA4/s1600/76512_10150325332615584_831340583_16013348_5063624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsDcztWRI/AAAAAAAAB4s/JhfvqVPKoA4/s200/76512_10150325332615584_831340583_16013348_5063624_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544612897774983442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And Huiting! Her hair splits into two o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJw9pHZ_kI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/hj3NbnMNgp4/s1600/156213_10150325332880584_831340583_16013360_269188_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJw9pHZ_kI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/hj3NbnMNgp4/s200/156213_10150325332880584_831340583_16013360_269188_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544618295557750338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;FLOP. Heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then when we went back into the living room people were watching That Thing You Do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:That_Thing_You_Do!_-_poster.jpg" class="image" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(6, 69, 173); background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/f/f3/That_Thing_You_Do%21_-_poster.jpg/220px-That_Thing_You_Do%21_-_poster.jpg" width="220" height="326" style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/That_Thing_You_Do!"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(credits to Wikipediaaaa. Everyone knows where Wikipedia is. I don't see a need to link it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;:D! Halfway through the film I got a teeny bit bored and showered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When the film ended we sort of eh? hung around. People were showering and stuff in preparation for 1. going out to buy dinner 2. The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION AND 3. HARRY POTTER! Yep. I took photographs, 'cause I showered earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDXrCwOivI/AAAAAAAAB0s/u_2a6vJpJrE/s1600/Photo1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDXrCwOivI/AAAAAAAAB0s/u_2a6vJpJrE/s200/Photo1259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544168275766577906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The ashtray someone stuck my candles in O_O I think Xuan Li. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDKJey4BFI/AAAAAAAAB0c/xKoarszPDVs/s1600/Photo1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDKJey4BFI/AAAAAAAAB0c/xKoarszPDVs/s200/Photo1257.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544153405527163986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Roob and Li Shuen with their cameras :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDXrRFQm4I/AAAAAAAAB00/vVsLm4G8yr4/s1600/Photo1261.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDXrRFQm4I/AAAAAAAAB00/vVsLm4G8yr4/s200/Photo1261.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544168279612889986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Roob and Ting Ting. Uh... no comment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDXrqb5-xI/AAAAAAAAB08/ajDeDPnCad4/s1600/Photo1263.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDXrqb5-xI/AAAAAAAAB08/ajDeDPnCad4/s200/Photo1263.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544168286418762514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Etsuko's earring :D! So pretty in the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Nine: Going Out for Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So! When everyone was more or less done, we headed out! Some people bought Subway (like me), some bought bentos (?!) and some bought BK and Macs and all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So anyway Cheryl told us all to gather in 20 minutes. Subway had a short queue so we were done with our orders really quick, and went back to the original gathering place, where we met Ying Tong and the BK people o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDXsbD1odI/AAAAAAAAB1M/TMAPcs03WUQ/s1600/Photo1266.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDXsbD1odI/AAAAAAAAB1M/TMAPcs03WUQ/s200/Photo1266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544168299471151570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is Ying Tong at the food court, where we decided to gather at instead, 'cause Cheryl was inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDXr4eNB9I/AAAAAAAAB1E/LivHv9IgSg0/s1600/Photo1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDXr4eNB9I/AAAAAAAAB1E/LivHv9IgSg0/s200/Photo1265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544168290186495954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Roob at the food court! We were waiting for unpunctual people -coughs at Etsuko-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDZbuZKNII/AAAAAAAAB1U/arPz45qybBI/s1600/Photo1267.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDZbuZKNII/AAAAAAAAB1U/arPz45qybBI/s200/Photo1267.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544170211626333314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sabrina at the food court. HAHA UNGLAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway we all gathered and walked back to the chalet~ and ate our meals while we watched... the Asian Games. I think. Then prepared for uhm, the birthday bash! It's basically for all of us to celebrate our birthdays la haha. Spamz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Ten: Birthday Bash and the Camwhoring that comes after it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDZbwYQC2I/AAAAAAAAB1c/8vinH6cCx3M/s1600/Photo1268.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDZbwYQC2I/AAAAAAAAB1c/8vinH6cCx3M/s200/Photo1268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544170212159392610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pretty candles in the dark :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDZcDGnEJI/AAAAAAAAB1k/RbhVOpRn7jg/s1600/Photo1270.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDZcDGnEJI/AAAAAAAAB1k/RbhVOpRn7jg/s200/Photo1270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544170217185677458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cheryl made this I think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDZcX_qB2I/AAAAAAAAB1s/0ioLv2oOz_Y/s1600/Photo1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDZcX_qB2I/AAAAAAAAB1s/0ioLv2oOz_Y/s200/Photo1271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544170222793656162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;THE ASHTRAY LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDasuSXWXI/AAAAAAAAB2E/0xzxOBd9gvA/s1600/Photo1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDasuSXWXI/AAAAAAAAB2E/0xzxOBd9gvA/s200/Photo1275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544171603167238514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hohum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDZciOJKoI/AAAAAAAAB10/0_laB3plqK8/s1600/Photo1272.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDZciOJKoI/AAAAAAAAB10/0_laB3plqK8/s200/Photo1272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544170225538771586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wax melted into a colourful puddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDasDWPe5I/AAAAAAAAB18/i6ZVR-Glr1k/s1600/Photo1273.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDasDWPe5I/AAAAAAAAB18/i6ZVR-Glr1k/s200/Photo1273.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544171591640775570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Not so pretty after we blew them out ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I remember we blew these ^ out before everyone was at the BBQ bench, 'cause they were melting very quickly. AND WE WERE ANNOYED WITH SABRINA AND TING TING, WHO WERE LYING ON THE BED PLAYING WITH SOMEONE'S iSOMETHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But we quickly forgave them and tried to light more candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDatcNafKI/AAAAAAAAB2U/MZk5kyawyOU/s1600/Photo1278.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDatcNafKI/AAAAAAAAB2U/MZk5kyawyOU/s200/Photo1278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544171615494503586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uh... oh yeah I remember the paper plate caught on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For some reason we didn't have the candle... holders, or whatever you call them so we just stuck the candles on the cake :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDatKeQRhI/AAAAAAAAB2M/SgHIU7hZu54/s1600/Photo1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDatKeQRhI/AAAAAAAAB2M/SgHIU7hZu54/s200/Photo1276.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544171610733299218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yeaaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDatj8d1GI/AAAAAAAAB2c/OZJfnasmS4w/s1600/Photo1279.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDatj8d1GI/AAAAAAAAB2c/OZJfnasmS4w/s200/Photo1279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544171617570903138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It was actually kinda disturbing, but we thought we would just scrape the wax off or something. Obviously not very thoroughly 'cause I totally ate some ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDcI1uQyWI/AAAAAAAAB2k/yqpa8DhUnSI/s1600/Photo1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDcI1uQyWI/AAAAAAAAB2k/yqpa8DhUnSI/s200/Photo1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544173185711262050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ Delish cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;These are Roob's photographs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJteagqcQI/AAAAAAAAB6U/aod1XR6pXOU/s1600/76583_10150325333770584_831340583_16013383_5085663_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJteagqcQI/AAAAAAAAB6U/aod1XR6pXOU/s200/76583_10150325333770584_831340583_16013383_5085663_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544614460526326018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Us playing with sparklers! Oh I forgot to mention that. But yeah, sparklers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJw97Ko-MI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/3n3wo7lNDic/s1600/156635_10150325334620584_831340583_16013399_5255366_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJw97Ko-MI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/3n3wo7lNDic/s200/156635_10150325334620584_831340583_16013399_5255366_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544618300403153090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The cake after we blew the candles out~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We tried to freak our neighbours out by chanting Shika and basically doing creepy cultish stuff. Actually I got damn freaked out by it as well wtf the heartbeat thing and all. SCARY ): and we were being loud .. obnoxious I guess? 'Cause Roob was taking photographs and apparently she heard some nasty stuff (I mean like, rude words in Hokkien la) from the neighbours (did I mention they were like 18 and looked like ahbengs). SO we packed up real quick and moved inside the chalet :O we were genuinely scared! 'Cause the recent slasherstuffz yez? We tried to tone it down~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Once inside, we ate more cheesecake, some people showered, and of course we prankcalled people ._. Lazed around in general. Then! Roob said she'd to go off home and Li Shuen too so we quickly took group shots :) Jump shots are WAY FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJte3DgqNI/AAAAAAAAB6c/b1S0MHnCXkk/s1600/76776_10150325335210584_831340583_16013424_610629_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJte3DgqNI/AAAAAAAAB6c/b1S0MHnCXkk/s200/76776_10150325335210584_831340583_16013424_610629_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544614468188678354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is our first one (from Roob's camera). It's kinda... creepy. WTF especially the first three people ah tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJux4TieqI/AAAAAAAAB8A/eKyegM5EoXw/s1600/76301_10150325412805584_831340583_16015213_92825_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJux4TieqI/AAAAAAAAB8A/eKyegM5EoXw/s200/76301_10150325412805584_831340583_16015213_92825_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544615894453484194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJw9BfWrEI/AAAAAAAAB9I/EYNnrF4JV8g/s1600/156025_10150325413020584_831340583_16015219_5962233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJw9BfWrEI/AAAAAAAAB9I/EYNnrF4JV8g/s200/156025_10150325413020584_831340583_16015219_5962233_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544618284920777794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Directly after. We begin talking. Why is Cheryl liddat O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsVpnoqsI/AAAAAAAAB5k/O5RWc8JkcWM/s1600/155361_10150325413320584_831340583_16015228_259953_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsVpnoqsI/AAAAAAAAB5k/O5RWc8JkcWM/s200/155361_10150325413320584_831340583_16015228_259953_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544613210451651266" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sabrina's expression here is... weird and SO Sabrina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJv218dGcI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/9WhY5XJKKvs/s1600/148524_10150325413485584_831340583_16015231_883282_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJv218dGcI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/9WhY5XJKKvs/s200/148524_10150325413485584_831340583_16015231_883282_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544617079230765506" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then Cheryl decides, of course, to MOVE. Look at everyone's expression HAHAHA. Shinyee is like :/ and Ting Ting is EEK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuNGEyd8I/AAAAAAAAB68/sPc8czWaGmQ/s1600/149819_10150325413875584_831340583_16015241_5448476_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuNGEyd8I/AAAAAAAAB68/sPc8czWaGmQ/s200/149819_10150325413875584_831340583_16015241_5448476_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544615262494554050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uh after Cheryl moves everyone sort of moves. Spot Ying Tong's head! Wth Ying Tong what are you doing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuN591E4I/AAAAAAAAB7U/jWjMdeZ4GDU/s1600/155713_10150325414395584_831340583_16015253_1972423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJuN591E4I/AAAAAAAAB7U/jWjMdeZ4GDU/s200/155713_10150325414395584_831340583_16015253_1972423_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544615276424008578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;HAHA this photograph is damn EPIK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsUTiKBqI/AAAAAAAAB5U/PFc17zKZtos/s1600/150219_10150325415435584_831340583_16015277_3259780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJsUTiKBqI/AAAAAAAAB5U/PFc17zKZtos/s200/150219_10150325415435584_831340583_16015277_3259780_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544613187343222434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJs_gtAlII/AAAAAAAAB6E/nXusy-uX2UQ/s1600/74845_10150325416190584_831340583_16015290_5542554_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJs_gtAlII/AAAAAAAAB6E/nXusy-uX2UQ/s200/74845_10150325416190584_831340583_16015290_5542554_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544613929612776578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OMG I'M FREAKING AWESOME AM I NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJtfBNJSOI/AAAAAAAAB6k/a4ZB2twii-o/s1600/76961_10150325416720584_831340583_16015301_3960709_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJtfBNJSOI/AAAAAAAAB6k/a4ZB2twii-o/s200/76961_10150325416720584_831340583_16015301_3960709_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544614470913444066" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After that classic jump shot I totally lost my balance and fell to the front, much to the displeasure of the people in front ROFLMAOOOOO. And Huiting happily swings her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJs_VYVNYI/AAAAAAAAB58/RzjVDJ51sRM/s1600/156570_10150325335135584_831340583_16013421_7215917_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPJs_VYVNYI/AAAAAAAAB58/RzjVDJ51sRM/s200/156570_10150325335135584_831340583_16013421_7215917_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544613926573258114" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After that, HEADED OUT FOR THE MOVIEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Eleven: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part One. Also HSM3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDcJKYIwKI/AAAAAAAAB2s/tx-dZm71CWA/s1600/Photo1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDcJKYIwKI/AAAAAAAAB2s/tx-dZm71CWA/s200/Photo1286.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544173191255605410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know you aren't suppose to take photographs in the cinema!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay so, left the chalet CAUTIOUSLY and went to E!Hub for the movie. But we were early, so we decided to have fun in the arcade :D Around 9.35 we bought popcorn and drinks (RAPUNZEL SET FTW! I loveee popcorn especially sweet popcorn. What's not to like!); I shared the set with Ying Tong, Ting Ting and Huiting. Then went inside for advertisement galore, then the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It was pretty scary actually. All that sudden snake shockers and random nekkidnez. BUT I shan't spoil this for yall! Watch it! It wasn't as good as I'd hoped for it to be, but pretty okay all the same. The cinematography was good :D! Transitions were a bit meh. If you didn't read the books the scenes might be a bit "wtf what just happened". But I'm sure David Yates made the second half better :) And the DOBBY SCENE! Ah I love Dobby :'( ♥ SARANGHAE. HAHA bet yall are freaked out. OH Emma Watson was good! Her acting in the torture scene :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Okay wait I said I wouldn't spoil this for yall. Okay moving on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Anyway we left the cinema, and everyone was freaked by the Bathilda Bagshot part LOL. Actually it &lt;b&gt;was&lt;/b&gt; unnerving :/ and we were even more cautious returning to the chalet 'cause after all... it WAS nearing midnight ._. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Reached the chalet safely though, and then some of us went to sleep. The rest of us watched HSM3! Ah I love Sharpay :D I didn't manage to stay awake through the whole movie though :/ and fell asleep on the sofa ): and when I woke up in the night I saw my lone self on the sofa and everyone else on the floor wtf. As I said, selfish sleeping habits, Fiona. It's not really my fault la (IT REALLY AIN'T) but I feel bad all the same :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Twelve: The Last Breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Woke up cheerily. Actually, no. Woke up to Ying Tong lying about the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDcJft8axI/AAAAAAAAB20/gi26UPUHXfc/s1600/Photo1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDcJft8axI/AAAAAAAAB20/gi26UPUHXfc/s200/Photo1287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544173196984216338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Managed to drag my sorry self out to brush teeth, wash face and pack thingz! Wao so many memories :( We'd trouble uh, clearing out the fridge. TOO MANY PACKET DRINKZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDcKGcqtRI/AAAAAAAAB28/DP74zM_4GB4/s1600/Photo1289.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDcKGcqtRI/AAAAAAAAB28/DP74zM_4GB4/s200/Photo1289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544173207380735250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;^ Etsuko and her Cherry Garcia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cheryl made us all drink one/two packets each hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Checked out, decided to all eat breakfast at Macdonald's! From now I will call it macdees. Or mickeydees. Or whatever la. Anyway yep! Breakfast at Macdonald's :D I bought a Hotcakes meal ^^ Lots of people were disturbed by my Hotcakes-eating Habit&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Some other photographs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDcKS36d5I/AAAAAAAAB3E/NDni1xU8_1E/s1600/Photo1290.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDcKS36d5I/AAAAAAAAB3E/NDni1xU8_1E/s200/Photo1290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544173210716239762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sabrina's food! She is an avid collector of the Monopoly thingums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDhZc0PrvI/AAAAAAAAB3U/iqEYlmDiFOA/s1600/Photo1294.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDhZc0PrvI/AAAAAAAAB3U/iqEYlmDiFOA/s200/Photo1294.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544178968641384178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;! Our Monopoly thingums :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDhaTiWZSI/AAAAAAAAB3k/SyIi7AY1avo/s1600/Photo1296.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDhaTiWZSI/AAAAAAAAB3k/SyIi7AY1avo/s200/Photo1296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544178983330276642" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;All of Sabrina's.... extras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDilxO63XI/AAAAAAAAB30/gSwEMjLDHY4/s1600/Photo1297.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDilxO63XI/AAAAAAAAB30/gSwEMjLDHY4/s200/Photo1297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544180279792033138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Something McMuffin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDhZBQ-hDI/AAAAAAAAB3M/dZvIZIr4ssA/s1600/Photo1292.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDhZBQ-hDI/AAAAAAAAB3M/dZvIZIr4ssA/s200/Photo1292.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544178961245701170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OMFG I LOVE HASHBROWNS! Macdonald's hashbrowns are DAMN AWESOME (/divine/delish).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDhZyWJYnI/AAAAAAAAB3c/BcRsRaIQ3P4/s1600/Photo1295.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDhZyWJYnI/AAAAAAAAB3c/BcRsRaIQ3P4/s200/Photo1295.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544178974420722290" style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ting Ting's tray :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDimCkGHoI/AAAAAAAAB38/uVdbfqycbuU/s1600/Photo1298.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDimCkGHoI/AAAAAAAAB38/uVdbfqycbuU/s200/Photo1298.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544180284444253826" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDimS0Ag4I/AAAAAAAAB4E/EuLQFBa-C48/s1600/Photo1299.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDimS0Ag4I/AAAAAAAAB4E/EuLQFBa-C48/s200/Photo1299.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544180288805962626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My class is not childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After our meal we parted ways :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chapter Thirteen: Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But yknow, so sian to go home so early! So! Decided to go out :D but eventually we decided to go to Etsuko's house LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDim1zluiI/AAAAAAAAB4M/fmRdrcTGXH4/s1600/Photo1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDim1zluiI/AAAAAAAAB4M/fmRdrcTGXH4/s200/Photo1300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544180298199448098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Waiting for Xuan Li's father to pick us all up. All = Xuan Li, Ting Ting, Huiting, Etsuko and myself. Thank you Prof Leong :D! After we got off we went to the playground, then up to Etsuko's house to... use FB/watch videos. OMG that = kpop! FINALLY. They listened to SNSD and uh, SS501 or something liddat I'm not very sure. YES I've influenced Huiting and Etsuko successfully LOL. Bah. So much for anti-kpop, yall ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;After that, Huiting, Ting Ting and I went to BK to eat :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDioaJ9T9I/AAAAAAAAB4U/tkBtYUL3OQk/s1600/Photo1301.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TPDioaJ9T9I/AAAAAAAAB4U/tkBtYUL3OQk/s200/Photo1301.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544180325136814034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NOMNOMDELICIOUS. And then Subway cookies/Old Chang Kee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Goodbye :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8798353541684341348-5339650364519889133?l=thepartypredicament.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/feeds/5339650364519889133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798353541684341348&amp;postID=5339650364519889133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5339650364519889133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798353541684341348/posts/default/5339650364519889133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepartypredicament.blogspot.com/2010/11/catchin-lightnin.html' title='catchin&apos; lightnin&apos;'/><author><name>fiona</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TJs0f7FErgI/AAAAAAAABBI/ocyB16tKGlU/S220/pastel+background.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCHqTb5M6Ug/TO-1eBWXZaI/AAAAAAAABnc/r-QmK5GNIaY/s72-c/Photo1054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798353541684341348.post-9202452718304279675</id><published>2010-11-26T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:22:19.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;Credits to Han Yi! My class chalet post is.. uhm a Work In Progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;THE Zodiacal Sign of Virgo commences on August 21st, but for seven days it does not come into its full power until on or about August 29th. From this date onwards it is in full strength until September 20th, and is then for seven days gradually losing its strength on account of becoming overlapped by the "cusp" of the incoming sign - Libra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;The emblem of Virgo, a virgin holding sheaves of wheat in her hands symbolizes wisdom, garnered in the fields of experience. Like the true virgin (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;uhmmmmmm okay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;), most Virgos are shy (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;deep down i am shy. it's true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;) and, like a virgin tend to wait to give herself to the perfect lover, Virgo is also idealistic. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;totes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;With a Mercury as the ruling planet, people born under this sign are quick thinking and observant (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;YES! indeed!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;). They define pure modesty; they can't bear to be taken care of, they prefer to take care of others. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;not sure about this coughcough ._.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;People who were born in this period are as a rule generally successful in life. They have keen, good intellects, are very discriminating about those with whom they associate, and in all business matters they have good judgment, and are not easily imposed upon or deceived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;They are usually materialistic in their views of life, and analyze and reason everything from their own way of thinking outwards. These people are and attracted to only that knowledge that can be applied usefully. They will happily share this information with anyone, if it confirms their own usefulness in the world, and brings them eagerly out of there shells. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;not true NOT TRUEEE i like useless information too D:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;These people can become good literary critics, being quick to see the weak points. They are extremely fond of harmony in their surroundings, have excellent taste about their house and dress, and always want things in good taste, and elegant. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;i am obviously not a True Virgo. elegant... yeah right. i'm not bothering to give my opinion on this anymoar RAWR.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;Virgos are usually fastidious about their personal appearance, have a great respect for rank and position, and are great supporters of the law and the law's decisions. They usually develop this skill to improve themselves and their surroundings as they place great pride in tangible achievements. These people may spend part of their lives heading off on detours and then suddenly emerge as someone with a remarkable sense of direction. They can adjust easily to change once they find a way of fitting the new situation into their routine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;They are inclined to become wrapped up in themselves and their own ideas, and often become selfish in the close pursuit of their aims. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;These people are more capable of going to extremes in good and evil than any other type. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;If they develop a love for money they will stick at nothing to acquire it, and this type is often considered cunning and crafty at the expense of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px;"&gt;In love they are the most difficult to understand, the very best and the very worst of men and women being born in this part of the year. To people born under this sign love is not dramatic, emotional, or sentimental. Love for them is devotio
