<?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-11415243</id><updated>2011-06-24T09:18:54.868-07:00</updated><category term='qutoes that inspire.'/><title type='text'>- Snowba|| ParaDise -</title><subtitle type='html'>"Some things need to be seen to be believed in, while others need to be believed in, to be seen."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>308</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-918863811604543407</id><published>2009-05-16T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:37:37.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm moving, and you're invited to come along. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sg7TGXZZGhI/AAAAAAAAArY/adzd8GLounE/s1600-h/747d0da1b7e9067e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sg7TGXZZGhI/AAAAAAAAArY/adzd8GLounE/s320/747d0da1b7e9067e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336434714793810450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hello friends, i'm shifting my blog to &lt;a href="http://dearxraymachine.wordpress.com/"&gt;this little obscure corner&lt;/a&gt; of the vast internet.&lt;br /&gt;yes, finally. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dearxraymachine.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://dearxraymachine.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move with me, if you don't absolutely detest my writings and rambles :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-918863811604543407?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/918863811604543407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=918863811604543407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/918863811604543407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/918863811604543407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-moving-and-youre-invited-to-come.html' title='i&apos;m moving, and you&apos;re invited to come along. (:'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sg7TGXZZGhI/AAAAAAAAArY/adzd8GLounE/s72-c/747d0da1b7e9067e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-6745569490183122338</id><published>2009-05-10T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:46:46.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mothers' day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I owe so many people updates *gulp* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a video, go watch all related ones and when you're back, there'll be updates! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOOSH!&lt;/div&gt;I ower&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HhTbFjYq0Oo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HhTbFjYq0Oo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-6745569490183122338?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/6745569490183122338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=6745569490183122338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6745569490183122338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6745569490183122338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='happy mothers&apos; day!'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-6413959529231971801</id><published>2009-05-07T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:10:51.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rah! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.greysanatomyinsider.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/03/Greys-Anatomy-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know some of you guys are still trapped in land of no grey's, so I shan't spoil it for you..&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE 100th EPISODE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MERDER MARRIAGE LIKE YAY :D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my excitement is bursting at it's seams! highlight above if you REALLY want to know. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- back to KI. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'the east is at pasir ris and the west at joo koon.' - gosh I wish it were as simple as that, vibz. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-6413959529231971801?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/6413959529231971801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=6413959529231971801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6413959529231971801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6413959529231971801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/05/rah-d.html' title='rah! :D'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-8048378644535483395</id><published>2009-05-05T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:11:28.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SgBtBeGxD-I/AAAAAAAAArQ/2Tlq8NLsvC0/s1600-h/75f400ff2a6b6d0a5cc9eeaa05e807ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SgBtBeGxD-I/AAAAAAAAArQ/2Tlq8NLsvC0/s320/75f400ff2a6b6d0a5cc9eeaa05e807ce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332381830835408866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sadhu, sadhu, sadhu. &lt;/span&gt;I chant these familiar verses at the back of my head as I fall asleep tonight. To new beginnings; returning back to where we started from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiL4xsHZ5Rg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LiL4xsHZ5Rg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-8048378644535483395?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/8048378644535483395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=8048378644535483395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8048378644535483395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8048378644535483395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SgBtBeGxD-I/AAAAAAAAArQ/2Tlq8NLsvC0/s72-c/75f400ff2a6b6d0a5cc9eeaa05e807ce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-8000019276308852751</id><published>2009-05-03T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T06:30:58.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gear up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sf2aCdY4w6I/AAAAAAAAArA/ejEDAV1mIb4/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sf2aCdY4w6I/AAAAAAAAArA/ejEDAV1mIb4/s320/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331586900915962786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;make no comments about the oily faces! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know, sometimes when machines keep jamming up for the most obscure reasons, they are actually trying to tell you that they need a break, damnit. I got my own little fix up over the long weekend when I went home to Malaysia to see my family and friends. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meeting up with bryan, kwanseng &amp;amp; guoyaw was definitely refreshing for a change haha. We did the most random things, like shopping at Popular for weird animal pencil cases, playing with puppets, running to mamak stores to eat cheese (!) naan. -_- Got a frisbee from bryan though; now we can play, bumblebees! :D I don't know how but these few friends in my life are pretty hard to lose hahah! (Not that I've tried to) It's just, they are friends I can count on lah, even after leaving for 3 years. (: Thats pretty hard to find, you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRYAN CHONG HAU FOO :D &lt;/span&gt;no wishes for you because Cornell came true. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a little maintanence work now and then is always good. gearing up for the second half of the year (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-8000019276308852751?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/8000019276308852751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=8000019276308852751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8000019276308852751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8000019276308852751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/05/gear-up.html' title='gear up!'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sf2aCdY4w6I/AAAAAAAAArA/ejEDAV1mIb4/s72-c/DSC00837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-7425293436187395526</id><published>2009-04-30T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T04:23:44.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dish it out like you'd receive it.</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty much a bad day, as bad as bad goes. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah it sucks to smell like disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-7425293436187395526?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/7425293436187395526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=7425293436187395526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7425293436187395526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7425293436187395526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/04/dish-it-out-like-youd-receive-it.html' title='dish it out like you&apos;d receive it.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-2569016138818006645</id><published>2009-04-25T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:49:52.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outrageous chocolate brownies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDA2NzMzMTczNTMmcHQ9MTI*MDY3MzMyNTQ4MCZwPTEyNTIxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTc4YjVjNTFkNjY2MzQ2N2M5Yjg3MTRjYWJmMGQ1M2VmJm9mPTA=.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/193678/20090425/204003.jpg" style="" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Hello world! :D Staf and I went on a baking spree today! (a planned one but a spree nonetheless) And we baked the most decadent, moist and chewy brownie slices everrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media8.dropshots.com/photos/193678/20090425/231419.jpg" style="" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These brownies crackly on the top, and chewy in the inside! And get this, it is INCREDIBLY easy to make! :D Honestly, Staf and I aren't the most professional bakers in the world but the instructions were so simply and direct, there was NO way to get it wrong. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:8;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media8.dropshots.com/photos/193678/20090425/204551.jpg" style="" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;how about a close up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was aimed to be a cookie actually. But heck, it was so good as brownie slices, we didn't care. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDA2NzMzMzg4OTUmcHQ9MTI*MDY3MzM*MTQ*OSZwPTEyNTIxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTc4YjVjNTFkNjY2MzQ2N2M5Yjg3MTRjYWJmMGQ1M2VmJm9mPTA=.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media8.dropshots.com/photos/193678/20090425/204038.jpg" style="" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;First tester was Felix :D and he loved it so much he had like 6-7 slices hee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDA2NzMzNTYwNTYmcHQ9MTI*MDY3MzM1Nzk5MCZwPTEyNTIxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTc4YjVjNTFkNjY2MzQ2N2M5Yjg3MTRjYWJmMGQ1M2VmJm9mPTA=.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media8.dropshots.com/photos/193678/20090425/204128.jpg" style="" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Tempting yet? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNDA2NzMzODc1NDQmcHQ9MTI*MDY3MzM4ODQ4MSZwPTEyNTIxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media6.dropshots.com/photos/193678/20090425/204711.jpg" style="" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.qualityphotoprints.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy de-invest, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;councilors! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Png and Vibz has dibs on these babies! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For avid bakers:&lt;br /&gt;Adapted recipe (Original Recipe from&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/"&gt; Martha Stewart&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="ingredients"&gt;&lt;li&gt;8 ounces semisweet chocolate, roughly chopped&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 tablespoons unsalted butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 cup all-purpose flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 large eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 cup packed light brown sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8 ounces semisweet chocolate chunks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Preheat oven to 350°.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Heat chopped chocolate and butter in a microwave-safe bowl.  Stir every 20 seconds until almost melted.  Set aside.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt. In a separate bowl, beat eggs, brown sugar, and vanilla at high speed with an electric mixer. Mix until light and fluffy. Beat in melted chocolate. Mix in dry ingredients until just combined. Stir in chocolate chunks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pour batter into a flat pan. Bake 12 to 15 minutes, or until cookies are shiny and crackly but soft in the center. Cool on baking sheets 10 minutes. Then, transfer to racks to cool completely. Slice according to desired sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makes about 2 dozen slices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-2569016138818006645?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/2569016138818006645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=2569016138818006645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2569016138818006645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2569016138818006645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/04/outrageous-chocolate-brownies.html' title='outrageous chocolate brownies!'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5355722417895390968</id><published>2009-04-23T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T08:31:59.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lethargy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SfCJBPUcLkI/AAAAAAAAAqg/2AAun3GBZzQ/s1600-h/e3d8b5cad377e5ea45d411cb2e61874c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SfCJBPUcLkI/AAAAAAAAAqg/2AAun3GBZzQ/s320/e3d8b5cad377e5ea45d411cb2e61874c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327909013564436034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I was born, to tell you I love you. - &lt;/span&gt;Stupid song Paul keeps singing and playing, The Call by Secondhand Serenade is now stuck in my head. RAHH. &lt;div&gt;Feeling lethargic after hours and hours of invest rehearsal everyday; lethargy is watching things and people whiz you by, and hoping that you can catch up when your back refuses to leave the comfort of the sheets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frisbee with the councilors tmr(!) and Megahouse after. (: Pictures to come, I hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-5355722417895390968?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5355722417895390968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5355722417895390968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5355722417895390968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5355722417895390968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/04/lethargy.html' title='lethargy.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SfCJBPUcLkI/AAAAAAAAAqg/2AAun3GBZzQ/s72-c/e3d8b5cad377e5ea45d411cb2e61874c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-2376898719885127168</id><published>2009-04-20T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:36:17.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spreading some free cone love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeyVuxkbzGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/nZmCwqdMRvw/s1600-h/freecone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeyVuxkbzGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/nZmCwqdMRvw/s320/freecone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326797090085129314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;BEN &amp;amp; JERRY'S FREE CONE DAY IN SINGAPORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Date:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 21st April 2009 (Tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venue: ALL PARTICIPATING OUTLETS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 12 Noon - 7pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be there or be... unhappy! :D &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/11415243-2376898719885127168?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/2376898719885127168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=2376898719885127168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2376898719885127168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2376898719885127168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/04/spreading-some-free-cone-love.html' title='spreading some free cone love.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeyVuxkbzGI/AAAAAAAAAqY/nZmCwqdMRvw/s72-c/freecone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-8842308256674027538</id><published>2009-04-19T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:40:31.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starhub MaxMobile Experience (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SetJwzidIpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/wI6JTnWqRPg/s1600-h/all-about-symbian-review_-nokia-5800-xpressmusic-preview-part-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SetJwzidIpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/wI6JTnWqRPg/s320/all-about-symbian-review_-nokia-5800-xpressmusic-preview-part-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326432087113015954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Note: Just to clarify a few bits, 'My Experience' blog series is actually like a review thing I'm doing for Ripplevox, an organization that allows its members to try things out and review them on their websites. (: They do not pay me anything at all, and I represent my views onlyyy. So no, it's not an advertisement, in attempt to persuade you to buy this phone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that we've got that sorted out! This week, we'll be taking a look at the Starhub MaxMobile Value-Added Service - in simple terms, the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'internet-on-the-go'. &lt;/span&gt; For those who don't know, Starhub has a 'Freedom' campaign thingy going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.starhub.com/mobile/mobiledataservices/images/manstrip_590x193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So MaxMobile Value is one of the added services you can subscribe to when you sign on to plans. To most people I know, surfing the web on your phone is a sign of wealth.. either that, or you have no idea how much it costs and thinks its free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SetZ4HhMEmI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/5ocny37udbU/s1600-h/chill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SetZ4HhMEmI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/5ocny37udbU/s320/chill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326449804921541218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually when people find out, they just scream their heads off like as if their hair was set on fire or something. (: Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have this strange concept that I'm paying 1cent for every kB of data I download. So, if you could imagine loading, say, &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com"&gt;kennysia.com&lt;/a&gt; would probably cost me a BOMB because of all the photos up there. But recently, I found out that surfing on the net can be pretty cheap afterall! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are quite a number of &lt;a href="http://www.starhub.com/portal/site/Mobile/menuitem.ef2fba19efb706d530710a608324a5a0/?vgnextoid=51a17f6622504110VgnVCM100000464114acRCRD"&gt;plans&lt;/a&gt; available. (: For a measely SGD5.35, you get to surf and download up to 10MB on your phone! Additional charges are at 0.32c/kB (oops, more than what I imagined it to cost huh ahha!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you might be thinking.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;What if I didn't know I've broken my 10MB limit&amp;amp; continued surding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; HOW! ALL CHARGES WILL RUN UP TO 209148192412 dollars and I'll have to survive on beancurd for the rest of my life to pay off my bills! ):):):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nah, don't worry about it. The folks at Starhub considered that too! Services cap at SGD36.38. So if I were you, once I suspect myself of going past the 10MB limit, I'll just spam usage. Literally. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After using the service for about 2 weeks now, I have to admit, it's really pretty handy! (: Usually, when I need something, I log on to the college wireless - which is free of charge- and download whatever it is I need. But the problem comes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I'm out of college. &lt;/span&gt;You see, I'm pretty hopeless at directions sometimes. Having internet wherever you go is like having the world in your pocket. (: You're everywhere at once! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow me to paint you a picture of what it's like to have internet by your side 24/7 (dude, true account of a day in my life. seriously.): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;6am-&lt;/span&gt; I am on the bus, and I realise that I have yet to read up on East-West Philosophy for my Knowledge and Inquiry class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I whip out my Xpressmusic 5800 and google up East-West Philo and read while I'm on the bus, traveling to school! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;12.30pm -&lt;/span&gt; Bao and I are having lunch outside college and she wants to check for movie timings for the show Handsome Suit, at multiple venues, all of a sudden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And with a few of the right buttons pressed, she confirms that the 7pm show at Plaza Singapura is the best slot available. YAY PHONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3.00pm - &lt;/span&gt;I get bored waiting for lessons and doing my tutorials.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hence, I resorted to the ultimate guilty pleasure - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bakerella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Heh, the pictures of those cupcake pops are just too tantalizing to bear with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;4.00pm -&lt;/span&gt; I am waiting for an email from my Dad about my travel plans back home during the June Holidays but my laptop wasn't with me. And normally, without the MaxMobile plan, I'd have to wait till I get home to see if he's replied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But with it, I could just configure the settings of my mailbox in my phone and key in the password and username for my email account to retrieve emails! :D So gossipgirl, blackberry-ish. I love it! Hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;8.00pm - &lt;/span&gt;I am out with Wen Shin, eating Sushi Don! :D We walk around city hall area, looking for the legendary Peninsular Plaza. Since there were no obvious signs pointing to the obscure mall, we had to keep our eyes peeled for the words PENINSULAR and PLAZA. Meh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Maxmobile was a tad bit too late in helping us though.. the maps on streetdirectory too really long to load and we found the place even before the map finished loading the area of Raffles Place. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.00pm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Feeling guilty for not researching for my IS for the entire day,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I wikipedia-ed stuff to read while on the bus home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's basically all I've used it for so far (: I think the service itself is genius; it really is like having the world at your fingertips because you're one touch away from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;checking football scores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; news updates,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;podcasts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;baking recipes&lt;/span&gt; (upon meeting a baking disaster), &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;your email&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;blog-hopping&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FACEBOOKING. &lt;/span&gt;You could even&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; YOU&lt;/span&gt;TUBE with this thing on, by the way. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as a student, I feel that SGD36.38 is quite a hefty portion of my bill, if you ask me. So to strike a balance, I would suggest to use College wireless when in college, and Starhub MaxMobile when you're outside! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... this works only if you don't decide to Youtube whenever you're on the MaxMobile 5.35 plan. (: Go check it out for yourself at &lt;a href="http://www.starhub.com/portal/site/Mobile/menuitem.ef2fba19efb706d530710a608324a5a0/?vgnextoid=51a17f6622504110VgnVCM100000464114acRCRD"&gt;Starhub's website&lt;/a&gt; if you have an unsatiable hunger for anything online. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-8842308256674027538?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/8842308256674027538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=8842308256674027538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8842308256674027538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8842308256674027538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/04/starhub-maxmobile-experience-part-2.html' title='The Starhub MaxMobile Experience (Part 2)'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SetJwzidIpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/wI6JTnWqRPg/s72-c/all-about-symbian-review_-nokia-5800-xpressmusic-preview-part-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-4894337091518418666</id><published>2009-04-17T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:54:54.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dig your own grave, and say goodnight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeimBEWxLLI/AAAAAAAAAp4/F1jU8nNSAYc/s1600-h/bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeimBEWxLLI/AAAAAAAAAp4/F1jU8nNSAYc/s320/bass.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325689096644930738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chuck, the ultimate womanizer, losing his mojo was hard to watch and bear with :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once, not too long ago, I was terribly afraid of admitting that I was losing my mojo. There was this sense of stubborn insistence that I could go it alone, that (as cheesy as it sounds) I can go the distance. Confidence was never a problem reflected anywhere - reports cards, testimonials, facebook comments, you name it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, however, I have calmly arrived on the land of humility and bowed before the grave of what used to be my mojo. Somewhere along the way of attempting  to the best of the identities I claimed- a councilor, a friend, a student, a sister and a daughter- I began to tremble in awareness of the amount of responsibility and expectation that rested on me. While some of these expectations manifested in getting the best in me (i.e. as a councilor), I began to slip away on the other aspects of life (i.e. as a student and friend), and it was only recently, that I realised, with stark clarity, that I am incredibly deficient. Because of this sudden slap of reality, my supposed confidence began to slowly creep out of me too. - Perhaps you could argue that it was only because I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought &lt;/span&gt;of myself as deficient, which caused me to underperform, creating a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts. Though, the bottomline remains that the calm optimism and confidence that accompanied the air in which I carry myself, was near to being extinct. I was only catching glimpses of my old confidence, in the rarest occasions and that upsetted me more than anything else. (And being surrounded by seeming intellectuals in KI didn't quite help either..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who know me on a personal basis, you would know that I've been struggling with my Independent Study proposal. I've been doing revisions after revisions of my proposal and have been rejected for a grand total of 9 times; and eyes, i am working on it now. Anyway, just to explain how exasperated I've felt, I'll paint you a simple scenario: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine you're walking down a hallway, and all of a sudden, you trip over a huge boulder you didn't notice initially. So, logically, you are upset and embarrased, and claim that you wont fall over again - that you will look closely before you take another step. And so you continue walking... and tripping. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For nine, bloody, times. &lt;/span&gt;By the time you come to the 4th or 5th time, you just lose the sense of exasperation and get up, and start walking again. The bruise doesn't hurt anymore because the pain becomes replaced by a numbness and desire for ignorance... and you just rely on the simple idea of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope, &lt;/span&gt;that one day, you will magically stop tripping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my point is, with every rejection of my proposal, the level of confidence I held declined like a fuel of tank in a speeding car on the highway. And you know, you can't stop on highways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the midst of all these depressing thoughts, I had decided to do the randomest thing, to visit my Uncle Daniel, the engineer for Hewlett Packard who threw away his great pay, in order to.... sell youtiao. Yes, those dough fritter things. To cut the account short, by the end of the visit, I was reminded of who he is, as a person and it really made me glow in the realisation that he didn't allow setbacks and problems to change his jovial and sincere nature. Of course, he has times when he loses his temper and feels less confident. But I suppose the distinction lies in the fact that he grieves and acknowledges the setbacks, but he holds fast to the things he felt was right and kept to his humble and sincere way of dealing with things and people. And it works for him because of that sense of resolution and faith he has in the product and himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So perhaps he has fallen 509301 more times than I have, and perhaps it has numbed him. But it definitely didn't alter his desire to achieve the goal he first set out when he decided that entrepeneurship was the life he wanted. - with that, I don't mourn the lost of my mojo (nor am I afraid to admit that I've lost it) because I believe that growing in place of that, is a determination to rise above the blind courage and confidence, a resolution to believe that yes, I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-4894337091518418666?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/4894337091518418666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=4894337091518418666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/4894337091518418666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/4894337091518418666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/04/dig-your-own-grave-and-say-goodnight.html' title='dig your own grave, and say goodnight.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeimBEWxLLI/AAAAAAAAAp4/F1jU8nNSAYc/s72-c/bass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-6453614147607882578</id><published>2009-04-14T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:59:10.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RV Blackberry Storm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RIPPLEVOX&lt;/span&gt;, pick me to trial Starhub's Blackberry Storm(!) Smartphone &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;becauase I lead a Blackberry-bullet paced life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeSx596JdfI/AAAAAAAAApw/n00YwA8qySs/s1600-h/blackberrysubmission2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeSx596JdfI/AAAAAAAAApw/n00YwA8qySs/s320/blackberrysubmission2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324576268887881202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those who don't get the joke, you obviously haven't seen this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtBVFCwj1oA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtBVFCwj1oA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing concept! Sad for the apple though. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-6453614147607882578?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/6453614147607882578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=6453614147607882578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6453614147607882578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6453614147607882578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/04/rv-blackberry-storm.html' title='RV Blackberry Storm!'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeSx596JdfI/AAAAAAAAApw/n00YwA8qySs/s72-c/blackberrysubmission2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5871824323597780831</id><published>2009-04-12T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:25:23.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nokia 5800 XpressMusic Experience (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeH2YXOlP0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/X68llYpM360/s1600-h/DSC06188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeH2YXOlP0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/X68llYpM360/s320/DSC06188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323807132941107010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom, before you shriek your head off, thinking I have ran out to buy a new phone on whim, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listen.&lt;/span&gt; Because you see, I didn't choose the phone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeH2Ysz6-0I/AAAAAAAAApg/In-bj-uXZ6g/s1600-h/DSC06194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeH2Ysz6-0I/AAAAAAAAApg/In-bj-uXZ6g/s320/DSC06194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323807138734865218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the phone chose me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my current, the Nokia Music Xpress5800 boasts of a sleek and slim design that lights up upon touch. When I first head of Nokia Music Xpress5800, I was sceptical because it was one of the first few Nokia touch-screen phone and definitely the pioneering touch-screen music phone. I mean, thats a lot of responsibility for a lightweight device! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeH2YZxnuMI/AAAAAAAAApY/4fpU7JMSsPE/s1600-h/DSC06193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeH2YZxnuMI/AAAAAAAAApY/4fpU7JMSsPE/s320/DSC06193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323807133624940738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it yearned to prove me wrong! This small fighter packs a mean punch with&lt;br /&gt;- 81 MB internal memory, 16GB micro SD memory card (thats like 12,000 songs dude)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Great battery life&lt;/span&gt; of up to 35 hours of music playback (seriously. There was this one time, I forgot to charge my phone after a whole day of listening to mp3 and surfing on the web, it was still up and alive on the next day :D) &lt;br /&gt;- BLUETOOTH, unlike&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; some&lt;/span&gt; devices. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly... it comes with the Nokia Music Store function that allows you to download tracks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;legally &lt;/span&gt;straight from the store itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeH02XoRmXI/AAAAAAAAApI/_uhdNJ4z0bQ/s1600-h/nokia-5800-xpress-music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeH02XoRmXI/AAAAAAAAApI/_uhdNJ4z0bQ/s320/nokia-5800-xpress-music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323805449421691250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In comparison to the iPhone, the Nokia XpressMusic5800 has a lot less in-built applications and to be honest, not a very impressive camera function ): - but I keep reminding myself, that isn't what it was designed for. (: To be fair, the XpressMusic 5800 was made to be a music phone, and the speakers are testament to that. (: Ever since I've gotten my phone, I've been downloading tracks like crazy wherever I go! (: In addition to the Windows Media Player 11, the phone supports radio tuning as well - so that means I get my fix of 98.7fm every night! -gleams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeH5cC0rIhI/AAAAAAAAApo/eJ1pM9CiKzg/s1600-h/Nokia-5800-XpressMusic-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeH5cC0rIhI/AAAAAAAAApo/eJ1pM9CiKzg/s320/Nokia-5800-XpressMusic-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323810494718091794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been victimised, mum.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The phone called out to me. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-5871824323597780831?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5871824323597780831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5871824323597780831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5871824323597780831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5871824323597780831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/04/nokia-5800-xpressmusic-experience-part.html' title='The Nokia 5800 XpressMusic Experience (Part 1)'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SeH2YXOlP0I/AAAAAAAAApQ/X68llYpM360/s72-c/DSC06188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-7401916436456503137</id><published>2009-04-07T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:34:35.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talentime Coverage (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MaUruimI/AAAAAAAAAjw/64U_IJYSLL0/s320/doors+open.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768625456188002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you've seen our photoshoots, our endless tech-runs, our blood and toil and sweat and 1290348219031 hours spent on the event... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MNd0Bo2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/6DOzAJ-hiew/s320/a+full+house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768404568613730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Talentime has officially landed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;The event day started early for the councilors as we entered the hallways of TJ at approximately 8am. Most of the Talentime Comm. lugged our weary bodies to the council room, feeling more than apprehensive yet terribly excited about the packed schedule for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;There was much to do for the day, including technical rehearsals, decoration hanging and the likes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;But I suppose there is one special incident that takes the cake for Talentime, personally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I would like to call this incident, the 'Lightsticks Banner Emergency'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdtcjxRsPqI/AAAAAAAAAow/YL1nzFbBsnw/s1600-h/6inch_glow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdtcjxRsPqI/AAAAAAAAAow/YL1nzFbBsnw/s320/6inch_glow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949154261089954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In order for you to understand what the Lightsticks Banner Emergency is about, you will need a little background knowledge. :D Basically, I was under the Publicity and Decor Committee, along with Nadia, Li Hui, Felix and Wen Shin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdtdpIbibNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uNRbamsxcXQ/s1600-h/Lanyard+-+Melanie+Portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdtdpIbibNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uNRbamsxcXQ/s320/Lanyard+-+Melanie+Portrait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321950345887378642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The lanyard design Bosses CK &amp;amp; Sendy gave &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;us! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;All concerts and large scale events should, justifiably have a decent banner to greet their audience with, no? Since this was our last project, we wanted to make it BIG, and different... and outstanding, basically. I can't recall who's idea it was, but in the end, the verdict of the day was, we were going to attempt constructing a banner using lightsticks, to spell out the words&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt; "It's Talentime!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;With that grand idea in mind, we headed out and got materials ready - we even invested in a HOT GLUE GUN, for crying out louddd. (: This lightsticks banner was set to happen! Obviously, we faced roadblocks like, figuring out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;whether the lightsticks should be glued onto the fabric or stuck onto it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); "&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt; it should be cracked to luminousity before sticking it on, or the other way round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;In the end, the combination of having mountain piles of decor work to consider and other SC commitments, we figured - the problems will sort themselves out. &lt;/span&gt;Let's not worry our life away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;CAUTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Juniors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;NEVER- EVER-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; assume that problems will sort themselves out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Na1_heVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3m8ADh4psf0/s320/qingdoor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769733909215570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;So the true nightmare stared right into our eyes, an hour before the doors opened for Talentime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;Nightmare #1:&lt;/span&gt; Lightsticks don't stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;In a bid to keep the lightsticks glowing bright through the event, we wanted to avoid breaking the lightsticks too early in the day. But the question of breaking -&gt; stick onto cloth/ stick onto cloth- breaking remained. Felix was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;convinced &lt;/span&gt;that there would be no problem breaking it once we stuck it onto the cloth. And since he was evidently the handyman around the female filled committee, we conceded with just a hint of apprehension and worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;So we worked the hot glue gun and stuck the lightsticks on the long black cloth, happily chatting away... oblivious to what struck us next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NzLU_9II/AAAAAAAAAmI/oNtuED_9pps/s1600-h/subway+cookies!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NzLU_9II/AAAAAAAAAmI/oNtuED_9pps/s320/subway+cookies!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770151953298562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NzL43ooI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/wV1E2BCXV7s/s1600-h/subway-roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NzL43ooI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/wV1E2BCXV7s/s320/subway-roses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770152103748226" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;At one corner, the Entrepreneur Club began setting up food stalls selling Subway Cookies and Flowers for the event. At the other, we began panicking because the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;LIGHTSTICKS DIDN'T STICK ONTO THE CLOTH UPON BENDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Shocked as we were, we had to find an immediate solution to light those sticks up or else a lot of money was going to go to waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OcrVAynI/AAAAAAAAAnI/AO-HID-phjM/s320/boss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770864917924466" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SALVATION #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The President's Mallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And this was the crucial moment, the President's Mallet made it's debut performance. Esti had the ingenious idea of slamming the mallet against the sticks to light them up, which worked pretty well... except for some spillover glow juice thingy when she got too excited whacking the sticks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MaPji9aI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GN03PKJLxTA/s320/dancers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768624079697314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;At this point, the performers were getting a little jumpy and excited about their big night too. Though the decor comm only had eyes for the little emergency we were running in our backyard, guests were starting to arrive. This was when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nightmare #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Lightsticks Banner is heck heavy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;happened.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The few of the councilors and the decor comm headed to the Auditorium to get the banner set up once it was christened ready by the President's Mallet. Those who weren't busy holding up the banner trailed behind, carrying boxes of scissors, tape and twine to secure the banner onto the railings. Upon reaching, we begun puncturing holes into the black cloth and pulling thread through it to attach it strongly to the railings. Before we knew it, hanging the banner became a problem because hanging something that heavy would require holes punctured to be closer together so that the cloth will not crumple. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That would mean more holes, but no time to do more holes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MxRy6-EI/AAAAAAAAAj4/QpB6UkQHbew/s320/DSC_1417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769019818047554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NzLU_9II/AAAAAAAAAmI/oNtuED_9pps/s1600-h/subway+cookies!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But before Nightmare 2 was solved, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ightmare 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Hot Glue Gun is apparently not strong enough to hold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;arose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just as we were hanging up the banner, feeling good and confident that we were going to make it in time for the opening of doors, Nadia suddenly screamed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"PULL IT UP! A few of the lightsticks are going to fall!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Obviously afraid of having lightsticks falling on the heads of the audience, we had to mend the banner immediately and secure every other lightstick on the banner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So yes, we had two scenarios at hand - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;falling lightsticks and falling banner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Salvation #2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some amazing Scout thingamagic that Felix pulled off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This managed to keep the banner straight and upright for most of the event, which was pretty cool! :D Being from Scouts has it's perks I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Salvation #3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Scotch Tape and a lot, a lot more tape.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdtnL5qHgtI/AAAAAAAAApA/6Ke6Zmd3yMs/s1600-h/Scotch+Tape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdtnL5qHgtI/AAAAAAAAApA/6Ke6Zmd3yMs/s320/Scotch+Tape.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321960838822068946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Crisis averted! &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And doors were finally open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OBp1YlJI/AAAAAAAAAmg/OtpisDpoLNk/s320/ticketing+crew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770400660362386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Our doors opened up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NOW SHOWING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, the Temasek Talentime 2009! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For that night itself, we had a full-house event, selling over 500 tickets, including the upper gallery seats. You would imagine, the opening of doors for a free-seating event would be like opening the floodgates - chaotic and impossible to control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Na7WClkI/AAAAAAAAAlg/U-83IbU2Iao/s320/performer%26friend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769735345837634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;People turned up to support their friends who performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OBCv5BKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7aCtFy9pmsM/s1600-h/thangam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OBCv5BKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7aCtFy9pmsM/s320/thangam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770390168339618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even teachers showed up grudgingly with their stacks of assesments and assignments to grade. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Mx_gyW0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/S1PsW0p2azA/s320/floorball.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769032090016578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It was too bad the Floorball people were having their intensive camp during the Talentime itself. So, they missed out on the fun and excitement that got our blood pumping with adrenalin. :/  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MxmCfYmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/AD5-9N-VcmU/s1600-h/excited+crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MxmCfYmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/AD5-9N-VcmU/s320/excited+crowd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769025252057698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was pretty interesting to see my peers decked out in nice civilian clothes instead of that green uniform that we're so accustomed to wearing. (: Too bad the councilors had to be in all black attire - as always, our job was to blend into the background. (we do this very well, by the way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Ny1szPkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/XaZaqUCtEqw/s320/sonia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770146147548738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;There was more than one body clad in black that day, though. The AV Club was also down for Talentime to give their support to SC events :D Kudos Sonia &amp;amp; Company :D:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NC1QlCjI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SnPtwQrnqM4/s320/mrsloke%26mr+aziz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769321395456562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OcAMijyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/4DgR3VTtL90/s1600-h/voting.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OcAMijyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/4DgR3VTtL90/s1600-h/voting.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Last but not least, our ever supportive Principal and Vice Principal graced the event and officiated the opening of th show. :D From then on, it was rock and roll time, baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Rock and rollll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OCIYFGjI/AAAAAAAAAm4/cMsD8CdURXQ/s320/tzic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770408858950194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;First to perform was TZIC, the young, sassy band formed by the JC1 juniors. They played mainstream songs like "Hate That I Love You" by Rihanna and "Check Yes Juliet" by We The Kings. There were a satisfying range of performances; from dance to classical music, it definitely wasn't your American Idol styled competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NCnw9faI/AAAAAAAAAko/cwPIMaBXzd4/s320/mingda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769317773180322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Amongst the other singing and dancing groups, one of the solo competitors blew minds away with magic tricks. Ming Da, TJ's very own semi-professional magician was not only charming in his act - he also got Mr. Aziz to play along with him! He was simply captivating in how the audience was hooked onto his every move, trying to figure our the workings behind his tricks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NaSHgQbI/AAAAAAAAAlI/fGfVFJHwkXs/s320/nathania.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769724279013810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;One of the most stellar performances, I thought, came from Nathania who did a courageous solo take on the song "Hero". This woman has great control over her voice and vocal chords (: Honestly, it was delightfullll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But I suppose only one performance could have their cake and eat it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Nao4bKgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/COG5sWRItlE/s1600-h/our+dance+our+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Nao4bKgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/COG5sWRItlE/s320/our+dance+our+crew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769730389780994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Dance, Our Crew was seriously intense in their choreography and stole the hearts of the audience with their great range and slick moves. The best part for me was Nicole's mini solo in the middle of the last segment of the dance. The pained expression on her face was priceless - definitely justified the $6 paid for watching this competition. :D I felt that she really embodied the dance and honestly, it was just damn freaking cool :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NyTe1obI/AAAAAAAAAlw/6EOXZnsd4MI/s320/results-mrsloke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770136962179506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OCIYFGjI/AAAAAAAAAm4/cMsD8CdURXQ/s1600-h/tzic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, every competition will come to an end with the announcement of the results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the first prize went to..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5L9UaHqGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HJJumDBVQSs/s320/1st+ourdanceourcrew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768127166130274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OBp1YlJI/AAAAAAAAAmg/OtpisDpoLNk/s1600-h/ticketing+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Our Dance, Our Crew! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;2nd-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt; Ming Da (the Magician)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;3rd - &lt;/span&gt;Hot Like Hell (band who played Bring me Back to Life and Love Story) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;4th - &lt;/span&gt; Undefined (Dance group formed by a group of J1s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OBCv5BKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7aCtFy9pmsM/s1600-h/thangam.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Ny1szPkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/XaZaqUCtEqw/s1600-h/sonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Basically, the night went swiftly but not without kinks of its own. (: Definitely couldn't have done it without these people though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NySgyziI/AAAAAAAAAl4/7qpB8zTj05k/s1600-h/sendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NySgyziI/AAAAAAAAAl4/7qpB8zTj05k/s320/sendy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770136701947426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DURHHHHHZ, Sendy the bozz. Sorry, no photo of CK. Not like he reads my blog anyway :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NanC39EI/AAAAAAAAAlY/iZ7S1WrEiaY/s1600-h/p+comm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NanC39EI/AAAAAAAAAlY/iZ7S1WrEiaY/s320/p+comm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769729896739906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Decor Committee - EH WENSHIN WHERE ARE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Nao4bKgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/COG5sWRItlE/s1600-h/our+dance+our+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NDBLy2iI/AAAAAAAAAlA/iqN0Gusc2Io/s1600-h/ms+nor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NDBLy2iI/AAAAAAAAAlA/iqN0Gusc2Io/s320/ms+nor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769324596615714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms. Nor! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NC1QlCjI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SnPtwQrnqM4/s1600-h/mrsloke%26mr+aziz.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NC69tzqI/AAAAAAAAAkw/d9pH9u2WP04/s1600-h/mr+kao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NC69tzqI/AAAAAAAAAkw/d9pH9u2WP04/s320/mr+kao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769322926952098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Kaoooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NCnw9faI/AAAAAAAAAko/cwPIMaBXzd4/s1600-h/mingda.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NCPlwBXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YuT_-SvRKP0/s1600-h/lightsticks+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Mx4mHd3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/c1SyyB9jYO4/s1600-h/lightsticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Mx4mHd3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/c1SyyB9jYO4/s320/lightsticks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769030233323378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Boss (hahah the irony!) and her Presidents' Mallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MZ5MosbI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kT8Fd3EN0eg/s1600-h/cherries+png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MZ5MosbI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kT8Fd3EN0eg/s320/cherries+png.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768618078024114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Png, tasting the sweetness of success :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MN1QrWUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tT21YZAj2XM/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MN1QrWUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tT21YZAj2XM/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768410862803266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And the councilors tasting something slightly more practical... the sweetness of chocolate. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MNUo-3ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/5knwezEDapE/s1600-h/audrey%26b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MNUo-3ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/5knwezEDapE/s320/audrey%26b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768402106375570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;random photo of audrey and bao - arguably the most audible people in council :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MNDLUdUI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ZoY7izm5NZI/s1600-h/2597_57300671246_719166246_1618720_2123777_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MNDLUdUI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ZoY7izm5NZI/s320/2597_57300671246_719166246_1618720_2123777_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768397418558786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At this point, I don't even know what to comment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MMrcDscI/AAAAAAAAAio/BUYWXuaGJoo/s1600-h/2597_57273111246_719166246_1617940_5421900_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5L-7AuxuI/AAAAAAAAAig/qPbJC8InHgM/s1600-h/32nd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5L-7AuxuI/AAAAAAAAAig/qPbJC8InHgM/s320/32nd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768154708494050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;The hardworking, fabulous 32nd Students' Council ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:143px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OB8CcLeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kysTrASi4tk/s1600-h/tttcomm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OB8CcLeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kysTrASi4tk/s320/tttcomm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770405546962402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;talen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt; com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;mitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt;ee 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); "&gt;009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); "&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OB1mZECI/AAAAAAAAAmo/flgpL3W8LzA/s1600-h/ttt+comm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OB1mZECI/AAAAAAAAAmo/flgpL3W8LzA/s320/ttt+comm2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770403818704930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And despite all that time spent on mending the banner, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Mx-hu0wI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7yjAmia42fg/s1600-h/last+minute+patch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Mx-hu0wI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7yjAmia42fg/s320/last+minute+patch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769031825543938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NCPlwBXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YuT_-SvRKP0/s320/lightsticks+banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769311283709298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Mx_gyW0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/S1PsW0p2azA/s1600-h/floorball.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 fell on the audience;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; but they got so excited about falling light sticks, they started waving them in the air. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MxmCfYmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/AD5-9N-VcmU/s1600-h/excited+crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;- See, things will turn out fine people. You've got to stop worrying! It's Talentime, for goodness sake. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MaUruimI/AAAAAAAAAjw/64U_IJYSLL0/s1600-h/doors+open.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MaPji9aI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GN03PKJLxTA/s1600-h/dancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MZ7PEDkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/F4hlotdpe8M/s1600-h/cleared+out+audi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/11415243-7401916436456503137?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/7401916436456503137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=7401916436456503137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7401916436456503137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7401916436456503137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/04/talentime-coverage-part-2.html' title='Talentime Coverage (Part 2)'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MaUruimI/AAAAAAAAAjw/64U_IJYSLL0/s72-c/doors+open.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-6183249297093747883</id><published>2009-04-06T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:24:59.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend.</title><content type='html'>23 days more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33rd Students' Council Camp is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I've never been more physically and emotionally overwhelmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- though, i suspect that's going to change in 23 days' time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day was good. (: Had fun getting burnt and smoked under the sun, and cheering for the brave competitors. It was way more fun than sitting and rotting at the grandstand, last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Council won 2nd for the relay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Way to go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kam Hei, Bao and Jolene! :D &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We are the fast legs! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;We lost to the staff for Tug of War though. We should've just followed boss' plan and go "1, 2 - release!" instead of trying to fight the likes of Mr. Heng and Mr. Alex Loh. The councilors who pulled literally flew off the ground lol! I felt kinda sad that the 33rd didn't come out to cheer us on, but gaaah nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdnJE-XSOaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/NsSHAj6jqFA/s1600-h/05042009257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdnJE-XSOaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/NsSHAj6jqFA/s320/05042009257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321505522012273058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;updates coming up: Talentime! :D (super late, I'm sorry!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-6183249297093747883?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/6183249297093747883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=6183249297093747883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6183249297093747883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6183249297093747883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-weekend.html' title='my weekend.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdnJE-XSOaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/NsSHAj6jqFA/s72-c/05042009257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-2682690775094726741</id><published>2009-04-02T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:41:16.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the people who give me hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdSyW5T7TVI/AAAAAAAAAog/ascBIF7ucWg/s1600-h/CUCE+ONLY-1106.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdSyW5T7TVI/AAAAAAAAAog/ascBIF7ucWg/s320/CUCE+ONLY-1106.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320073166242663762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CONGRATULATIONS &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BRYAN CHONG HAU FOO!&lt;/span&gt; :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meh, cornell boy!! :D  treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/11415243-2682690775094726741?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/2682690775094726741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=2682690775094726741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2682690775094726741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2682690775094726741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/04/people-who-give-me-hope.html' title='the people who give me hope.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdSyW5T7TVI/AAAAAAAAAog/ascBIF7ucWg/s72-c/CUCE+ONLY-1106.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5576967487769273264</id><published>2009-04-02T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:50:25.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>man gave names to all the animals.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdR78fIf6ZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-gXXnfdo0cI/s1600-h/wireimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdR78fIf6ZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-gXXnfdo0cI/s320/wireimage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320013338910910866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one day, i will claim to be doing something I love, and i would never have to work a day in my entire life from then on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right now, i'll have to grit my teeth and pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pull through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-5576967487769273264?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5576967487769273264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5576967487769273264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5576967487769273264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5576967487769273264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/04/man-gave-names-to-all-animals.html' title='man gave names to all the animals.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdR78fIf6ZI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-gXXnfdo0cI/s72-c/wireimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-324696493594332928</id><published>2009-03-29T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:51:29.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poignant realisation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sc9sLLskmFI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/E6rCaB3rqD4/s1600-h/council1stphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sc9sLLskmFI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/E6rCaB3rqD4/s320/council1stphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318588624321943634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our first ever group photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pre-Camp is over. (: Congratulations to all the 33rd Elects - you will have a whole new journey ahead together. I can safely promise you, it'll be the best one you'll ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please, do me a favour and savour every moment of it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 days to stepping down. I'm the least bit excited for it to finally happen. Sometimes, when I slave away in front of the computer, designing posters and writing action plans, I think: "Wouldn't life be great if I didn't have this and could just fall asleep right now?" As exciting as being in council is, there will be times where we start feeling tired and contemplate even (god forbid) the use of our actions.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Those are the times, I wished de-invest would come earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, even as I revise the proposal for Council Camp and start on the action plan, I don't mind it a single bit.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; These are the times, I wished&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hadn't wished for de-invest to come earlier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 days left together as a council. 30 days - it'll fly by in no time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-324696493594332928?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/324696493594332928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=324696493594332928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/324696493594332928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/324696493594332928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/03/poignant-realisation.html' title='poignant realisation.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sc9sLLskmFI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/E6rCaB3rqD4/s72-c/council1stphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-8742293966264647327</id><published>2009-03-24T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:50:23.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/ScjzF_sAq6I/AAAAAAAAAoI/hhL9XY41y-4/s1600-h/Summer_Love_by_LadyOfVelvet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/ScjzF_sAq6I/AAAAAAAAAoI/hhL9XY41y-4/s320/Summer_Love_by_LadyOfVelvet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316766644431793058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The game of dating is akin to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the college applications playing field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar in both fields, in the attempt to vie for the attention and approval of a significant other, one would normally present themselves in the best light possible. Imagine how polishing up a resume before applications, is similar to polishing up your teeth and boots before a date. Or like how obsessively searching for the college's creed and motto before an interview, is akin to obsessing over his/her likes and favorites before a big date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like the dating field, all college applicants have a fair chance at each college, and applicants may feel free to browse through the plethora of colleges in the world, and search and scour deep for the ones that suit them best. They may then appeal to as many colleges as they wish -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but should eventually only settle with one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-8742293966264647327?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/8742293966264647327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=8742293966264647327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8742293966264647327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8742293966264647327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-musings.html' title='random musings'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/ScjzF_sAq6I/AAAAAAAAAoI/hhL9XY41y-4/s72-c/Summer_Love_by_LadyOfVelvet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5553044851706373579</id><published>2009-03-21T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:06:43.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MCTs pre-day stress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2n742eu.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need a minute for my brain to cool down. it feels like it's going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;- i need a minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-5553044851706373579?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5553044851706373579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5553044851706373579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5553044851706373579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5553044851706373579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/03/mcts-pre-day-stress.html' title='MCTs pre-day stress.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.tinypic.com/2n742eu_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-981620203764954110</id><published>2009-03-21T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:32:39.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conman alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT: &lt;a href="http://laughsixyears.blogspot.com"&gt;Click Here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;to read Qing's continuation of my post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday I wake up thinking, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's going to be bright and sunny today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It doesn't matter if yesterday was horribly wasted on gluing paper mache cups together, or if yesterday was a fantastically lavish day of pamper and comfort; what matters is today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, if you seriously think about it, it's a pretty good way to look at life, no? Just like doing charity! There's nothing wrong in contributing back to the society, in aid of the needy, the dejected and the helpless. In fact, it is a commendable effort to bridge the income gap between the poor and the rich; it should be applauded! :D However, sometimes, charity contributions may just prove to be not an absolutely fabulous endeavour, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;just like how life always has pockets of surprises laying in wait when you least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Qing and I were just walking toward Plaza Singapura today at Dhoby Gaut after a relatively fruitful session of mugging nearby, when we were confronted (I refuse to use the word 'ambushed') by a boy clad in an all black, tapered jeans and cardigan ensemble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;:Ma'am, do you believe in giving second chances to prisoners?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;*long pause while Qing looks absolutely puzzled, and I look shocked and taken aback*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;*I look at Qing, dumbfounded that she’s absolutely quiet!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;:Uh, I guess? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;:That's good. Would you like to donate $5 dollars to our organisation? We help ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;convicts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; earn money. I personally was an ex-con..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;*mumbles incoherently and rapidly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;:.. Right now, you're heading to the mall. You're probably going to spend 30 to 40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; buying stuff and I don't question that. All I ask from you is just 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; dollars to help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; who really need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;*Qing looks even more puzzled and hesitant, while I start thinking - whoa you dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; pretty fancy for an ex-con. Maybe I should consider your profession.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:5.0pt;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;:Ma'am, its only five dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;*Boy thrusts the card in our direction*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9.0pt;color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/ScT_Vhl3t0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/l_0PMGYncHw/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/ScT_Vhl3t0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/l_0PMGYncHw/s320/lol.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315654205463574338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point of time, Qing and I had zero intention of helping him - I mean, shaddy attire aside,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he wasn't holding on to any legit proof that he was working for any real organisation&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, hello, he didn't even&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what organisation he was working for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Qing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: Oh huh, but I don't have any cash with me now. Sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(and in my mind, it echoes, 'shit! she just used the best excuse!') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Boy&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*still persistent*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then how about you ma'am? Why don't you buy one and &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she can &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;split the cost when she has the money? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: Uhh i don't know if i have enough money with me.. 5 dollars is quite a lot of &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;money.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;: Why don't you check? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the boy eyes my bag persistently,&lt;/span&gt; hoping that I will open up the tote and grab my wallet. And so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I started rummaging through my bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Qing signals to me not to pay him anything by shaking her head vigorously.&lt;/span&gt; Like, seriously vigorously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Internal conversation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit mel. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How how how.&lt;/span&gt; You don't want to pay. You're not even convinced. Should I just say that I left my wallet at the place we were studying at? Would it seem too fake? But we'll need to walk past Dhoby Gaut later! What if he approaches us again- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He saw the wallet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- and the internal conversation ends, with me conceding to defeat. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was going to spend 5 bucks on something that I truly, truly will regret later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; While we were walking away, I was trying to convince myself that perhaps he really needed the cash. I tried to exercise the principle of charity, the benefit of the doubt! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mel's Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;: Maybe he really needed it. Perhaps he just wore the best attire he has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;so that people will not look at him at a negative light and be prejudiced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;against him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mel's Devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;: Seriously? The dude was even better dressed than you on normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;days! Branded cardigan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Qing later told me that she recognises the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;brand of the cardigan and that it probably wasn't cheap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And he had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a leather wallet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mel's Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;: Well.. it could be fake? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mel's Devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;: Really? Okay. Then why didn't he mention anything about the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;organisation? Why didn't he try to convince Qing to help in other ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Don't you find it shady that he didnt even bother to hold the certificate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;of legitimacy to prove to people that he was the real deal? I mean, come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;on. If you go around telling people you're an ex-con, you don't expect to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;attract people like ants to sugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realise that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Qing was headed towards the boy to question him about his license.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He was on his way, taking hasty and impatient steps towards the MRT's convenience store. &lt;/span&gt;When &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Qing called out to him&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;he suddenly jerks&lt;/span&gt; and (perhaps its a psychological trick but I think) I saw a hint of fear in his eyes. Under Qing's request, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;he headed towards his group of friends, sitting at the staircase outside the MRT, and grabbed a sheet of paper, which he later claimed to be his license. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qing's internal thoughts: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh. Is this real? Where's the authority logo? There's no name or identification. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waitaminute... even the stamp of certification is photocopied.&lt;/span&gt; NEVER IN MY YEARS OF FLAG DAY FUNDRAISING HAVE I SEEN A LICENSE LESS PROPER! Is there a proper title for the 'organisation'? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;he was scrutinizing the license,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I stole a glance at the boy&lt;/span&gt; and apparently, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;he seemed calm enough but his gang of friends (who were heavily tattooed and were flaunting them) suddenly stopped smoking and shot questioning glances in his direction. &lt;/span&gt;The alarming part happened when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;they suddenly averted their attention from the boy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;to Qing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;as she continued to scrutinize the alleged license. Intimidated by the boy's gang of friends, it wasn't a difficult choice to make to let go of the case. Throwing a sarcastic 'thanks and good luck' along the way, we headed to Starbucks with heavy discontent in our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;You can have either of the two kinds of possible of response now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Dang, girl. You're pretty dumb you know. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've so obviously been conned!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You probably wasn't conned lah!&lt;/span&gt; You just think you were and therefore all your suspicions gather to reach a conclusion that you want to believe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think scenario 1, my response is a simple, YEAH I KNOW I'VE BEEN SCAMMED OF MY 5 DOLLARS. Doesn't mean that I wasn't aware when I paid. If you think scenario 2, I sorry I can't get into his head to report his side of the story. Would've loved to. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the next cup of coffee in Starbucks just thinking how two perfectly educated almost-adults could willingly get conned! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We've reached the conclusion that it was because we were taken aback, and were guilt tripped into it.&lt;/span&gt; Not wanting to seem like snobbish rich kids who couldn't care less for the poor, or go back on our word after answering yes to his first question, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we succumbed to being pigs, subjected to financial slaughter. ): &lt;/span&gt;Further debate caused our blood to boil; it wasn't about the money any more. Yes, 5 dollars can buy me 5 packs of Nong Shim Ramen at ESSO gas station. That's 5 meals, I know. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But the more aggravating fact was that they were guilt tripping unsuspecting optimists who, under such pressurizing circumstances, would be&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; socially forced into a quagmire, and behave irrationally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we came up with possible reactions we could have had: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Scenario 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We could have just walked away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would've been rude, and socially unconventional if he was legit. But it would've saved us the anger, the annoyance, the 2.5 hour I've spent typing this blog post.. and well, 5 dollars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Scenario 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We could have questioned about his organisation endlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be the rational thing to do! I mean, you tell me that my 5 dollars will help people like you. I should ask how! - Why don't I just spend that 5 dollars on 2 loaves of bread and a bottle of mineral water, and ensure that your meal will be covered? I should know where my money is going! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Scenario 3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We could have indirectly implied that he was not the real deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would go something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: Oh shucks, I would really love to help but I don't have the cash now. Could you &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;allow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me the grace of helping you through material donations? My brother has &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a lot of old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;clothes that he has outgrown, but they're still pretty decent in &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;quality! Where could I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;deliver things like these to support your living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Qing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: Hmm, Mel I think that's a very noble idea. *turns to the boy* But looking at &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;you're dressed, you seem to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt; be in a good place right now. You probably &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;won't be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;needing it right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Scenario 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; We could have confronted him about the certificate/license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Qing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;: Hey. If this is official, the stamp of approval shouldn't be photocopied. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Optional in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;case he says its a back up: Do you have the original document, if &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this is a back up?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: Yeah. In order to legally ask for donations, you'll need the original document &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope you're not trying to do anything that isn't legal or right. I &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;mean, I'm just looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;out for you man.. If the police were to be notified, I sense &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that this would be quite an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;awkward situation for you.. and I'm sure prison isn't &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a very happy place where you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;would like to return to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Note: Though I'm convinced if we used scenario 4, we would've been stalked by his intimidating bunch of tattooed, smoking friends, and Qing and I would've probably died of horrible death, and have our bodies strewn somewhere in the Kallang sewer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; - or just get beaten to pulp. You know, whatever's more realistic in your imagination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After contemplating the many things that we could've done instead, I was at a point of extreme agitation where &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I felt this sense of justice overwhelming me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanted to do something very badly, but I didn't want to dive into it foolishly&lt;/span&gt; because afterall, death threats aren't awfully pleasant, you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had to be clever if I were to decide to take action. Considering that if we were to use the scenarios above, we would need to be rewind time and to be at where he first approached us, Qing and I came up with a plan. It would've gone something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SCENARIO 5: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We could go up to him and express our overt 'gratitude' for being given a chance to do a good deed, and offer to help his cause by blogging this encounter up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;: Hey, you were the boy who asked for donations a while ago for the fund for ex-&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;convicts right? Listen, I was thinking about what you said about spending on &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;people who really need the help and I really wanna thank you for giving &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;me this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;opportunity. In fact, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*rummage through bag &amp;amp; grab camera*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Qing, &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;why don't you take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a picture of this boy and me so that I can post a picture on &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my blog, along with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SAY CHEE&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-(eeeaterbug)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(if at this point, he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;refuses to pose with his 'license' or have a photo taken at all, we launch into a milder prong of scenario 4, where we hint that police involvement would be nasty. You know, only milder. :D If that doesn't happen, read on!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, so where is your HQ? When is your next donation drive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;*anticipate patiently to take notes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Scenario 5 will not get me my money back.&lt;/span&gt; But scenario 5 will hopefully plant a seed of fear in their minds, telling them that they are on the verge of being exposed as being frauds. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not naively hoping that they will recognize the wrongs of their ways; in fact, I'm convinced that they will not stop conning people until they get caught, &lt;/span&gt;but all I want is for them to they realise that people don't pay up blindly, that people don't just get guilt tripped so easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Qing and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I headed off&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(she was trembling, okay!)&lt;/span&gt; But overwhelmed with injustice, I wanted to set things right.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I wanted to at least have them realise that their plan is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ingenious, or that they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;be exposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; With that, we went straight towards the square outside the Plaza. As we arrived, approximately half an hour after the incident, we realised, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;they were already gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps they moved on to more profitable venues...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or p&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erhaps, it did strike them that they could've been exposed &lt;/span&gt;and that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; struck a chord of fear in them&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;that, life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;as bright and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;sunny as it may be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;does have unexpected pockets of surprise in store for them - those that come in the form of a simple gesture of suspicion from two girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-981620203764954110?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/981620203764954110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=981620203764954110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/981620203764954110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/981620203764954110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/03/conman-alert.html' title='Conman alert!'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/ScT_Vhl3t0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/l_0PMGYncHw/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-223556591752745221</id><published>2009-03-18T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:26:55.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhatttan Sightseeing.</title><content type='html'>Now I know I'm supposed to be studying, or at least posting up part 2 of Talentime event coverage, but I couldn't resist! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Bass in his full resplendent glory ;) Enjoy! - i liked him a lot better when his hair didn't suck. damnit. haircuts ruin everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pf3ijU8ag-4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pf3ijU8ag-4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rBOI0Lt7jcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rBOI0Lt7jcE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually thought the first one (unextended version) was better! Way too long, a video for bass in this one. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g3sEY_L2vF4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g3sEY_L2vF4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well done. (: Love the scarf! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-223556591752745221?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/223556591752745221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=223556591752745221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/223556591752745221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/223556591752745221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/03/manhatttan-sightseeing.html' title='Manhatttan Sightseeing.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5306219114690723051</id><published>2009-03-16T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T06:30:09.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talentime - Event Coverage (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Planning a project requires personal sacrifices, team effort.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Quo0qVqI/AAAAAAAAAnw/e7_QC-6Qn9E/s1600-h/DSC05990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Quo0qVqI/AAAAAAAAAnw/e7_QC-6Qn9E/s320/DSC05990.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773372506265250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. good communication between models and photographers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5QusmMGoI/AAAAAAAAAno/GQJd44j5IYw/s1600-h/DSC06067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5QusmMGoI/AAAAAAAAAno/GQJd44j5IYw/s320/DSC06067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773373519305346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. patience with models who move too much for their own good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5QuASt_GI/AAAAAAAAAng/oduBzk1Jhrg/s1600-h/DSC06020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5QuASt_GI/AAAAAAAAAng/oduBzk1Jhrg/s320/DSC06020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773361626479714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. standing in the rain, and proceeding with photoshoots despite gloomy weather (only to photoshop pictures later on! :D)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Qt_boGqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NFGAY_gp2Ms/s1600-h/DSC06003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Qt_boGqI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NFGAY_gp2Ms/s320/DSC06003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313773361395407522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But after much toil and sweat, building up the momentum from day to day - including a final mad dash of decoration work in the week prior to the event day itself, the bells are finally rung, the doors finally open. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5SqLnrP4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/G7JMM08TmXA/s1600-h/lightsticks+banner.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   white-space: normal;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5SqLnrP4I/AAAAAAAAAn4/G7JMM08TmXA/s320/lightsticks+banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313775494970949506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Talentime, people.&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/11415243-5306219114690723051?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5306219114690723051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5306219114690723051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5306219114690723051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5306219114690723051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/03/talentime-event-coverage-part-1.html' title='Talentime - Event Coverage (Part 1)'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Quo0qVqI/AAAAAAAAAnw/e7_QC-6Qn9E/s72-c/DSC05990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-2953862092692277062</id><published>2009-03-16T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:30:41.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talentime - Event Coverage (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MaUruimI/AAAAAAAAAjw/64U_IJYSLL0/s320/doors+open.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768625456188002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you've seen our photoshoots, our endless tech-runs, our blood and toil and sweat and 1290348219031 hours spent on the event... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MNd0Bo2I/AAAAAAAAAi4/6DOzAJ-hiew/s320/a+full+house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768404568613730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talentime has officially landed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The event day started early for the councilors as we entered the hallways of TJ at approximately 8am. Most of the Talentime Comm. lugged our weary bodies to the council room, feeling more than apprehensive yet terribly excited about the packed schedule for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was much to do for the day, including technical rehearsals, decoration hanging and the likes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I suppose there is one special incident that takes the cake for Talentime, personally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like to call this incident, the 'Lightsticks Banner Emergency'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdtcjxRsPqI/AAAAAAAAAow/YL1nzFbBsnw/s1600-h/6inch_glow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdtcjxRsPqI/AAAAAAAAAow/YL1nzFbBsnw/s320/6inch_glow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949154261089954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In order for you to understand what the Lightsticks Banner Emergency is about, you will need a little background knowledge. :D Basically, I was under the Publicity and Decor Committee, along with Nadia, Li Hui, Felix and Wen Shin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdtdpIbibNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uNRbamsxcXQ/s1600-h/Lanyard+-+Melanie+Portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdtdpIbibNI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uNRbamsxcXQ/s320/Lanyard+-+Melanie+Portrait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321950345887378642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lanyard design Bosses CK &amp;amp; Sendy gave &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;us! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All concerts and large scale events should, justifiably have a decent banner to greet their audience with, no? Since this was our last project, we wanted to make it BIG, and different... and outstanding, basically. I can't recall who's idea it was, but in the end, the verdict of the day was, we were going to attempt constructing a banner using lightsticks, to spell out the words&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "It's Talentime!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With that grand idea in mind, we headed out and got materials ready - we even invested in a HOT GLUE GUN, for crying out louddd. (: This lightsticks banner was set to happen! Obviously, we faced roadblocks like, figuring out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;whether the lightsticks should be glued onto the fabric or stuck onto it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; it should be cracked to luminousity before sticking it on, or the other way round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;In the end, the combination of having mountain piles of decor work to consider and other SC commitments, we figured - the problems will sort themselves out. &lt;/span&gt;Let's not worry our life away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;CAUTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Juniors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;NEVER- EVER-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; assume that problems will sort themselves out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Na1_heVI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3m8ADh4psf0/s320/qingdoor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769733909215570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;So the true nightmare stared right into our eyes, an hour before the doors opened for Talentime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nightmare #1:&lt;/span&gt; Lightsticks don't stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a bid to keep the lightsticks glowing bright through the event, we wanted to avoid breaking the lightsticks too early in the day. But the question of breaking -&gt; stick onto cloth/ stick onto cloth- breaking remained. Felix was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;convinced &lt;/span&gt;that there would be no problem breaking it once we stuck it onto the cloth. And since he was evidently the handyman around the female filled committee, we conceded with just a hint of apprehension and worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we worked the hot glue gun and stuck the lightsticks on the long black cloth, happily chatting away... oblivious to what struck us next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NzLU_9II/AAAAAAAAAmI/oNtuED_9pps/s1600-h/subway+cookies!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NzLU_9II/AAAAAAAAAmI/oNtuED_9pps/s320/subway+cookies!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770151953298562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NzL43ooI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/wV1E2BCXV7s/s1600-h/subway-roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NzL43ooI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/wV1E2BCXV7s/s320/subway-roses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770152103748226" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At one c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;orner, the Entrepreneur Club began se&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;tting up food stalls selling Subway Cookies and Flowers for the event. At the other, we began panic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;king because the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;LIGHTSTICKS DIDN'T STICK ONTO THE CLOTH UPON BENDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Shocked as we were, we had to find an immediate solution to light those sticks up or else a lot of money was going to go to waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OcrVAynI/AAAAAAAAAnI/AO-HID-phjM/s320/boss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770864917924466" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SALVATION #1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The President's Mallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And this was the crucial moment, the President's Mallet made it's debut performance. Esti had the ingenious idea of slamming the mallet against the sticks to light them up, which worked pretty well... except for some spillover glow juice thingy when she got too excited whacking the sticks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MaPji9aI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GN03PKJLxTA/s320/dancers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768624079697314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At this point, the performers were getting a little jumpy and excited about their big night too. Though the decor comm only had eyes for the little emergency we were running in our backyard, guests were starting to arrive. This was when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Nightmare #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Lightsticks Banner is heck heavy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The few of the councilors and the decor comm headed to the Auditorium to get the banner set up once it was christened ready by the President's Mallet. Those who weren't busy holding up the banner trailed behind, carrying boxes of scissors, tape and twine to secure the banner onto the railings. Upon reaching, we begun puncturing holes into the black cloth and pulling thread through it to attach it strongly to the railings. Before we knew it, hanging the banner became a problem because hanging something that heavy would require holes punctured to be closer together so that the cloth will not crumple. - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That would mean more holes, but no time to do more holes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MxRy6-EI/AAAAAAAAAj4/QpB6UkQHbew/s320/DSC_1417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769019818047554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NzLU_9II/AAAAAAAAAmI/oNtuED_9pps/s1600-h/subway+cookies!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But before Nightmare 2 was solved, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nightmare 3:&lt;/span&gt; Hot Glue Gun is apparently not strong enough to hold! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;arose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just as we were hanging up the banner, feeling good and confident that we were going to make it in time for the opening of doors, Nadia suddenly screamed, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"PULL IT UP! A few of the lightsticks are going to fall!" &lt;/span&gt;Obviously afraid of having lightsticks falling on the heads of the audience, we had to mend the banner immediately and secure every other lightstick on the banner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yes, we had two scenarios at hand - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;falling lightsticks and falling banner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Salvation #2: &lt;/span&gt;Some amazing Scout thingamagic that Felix pulled off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This managed to keep the banner straight and upright for most of the event, which was pretty cool! :D Being from Scouts has it's perks I see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Salvation #3: &lt;/span&gt;Scotch Tape and a lot, a lot more tape.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdtnL5qHgtI/AAAAAAAAApA/6Ke6Zmd3yMs/s1600-h/Scotch+Tape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SdtnL5qHgtI/AAAAAAAAApA/6Ke6Zmd3yMs/s320/Scotch+Tape.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321960838822068946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Crisis averted! &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And doors were finally open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OBp1YlJI/AAAAAAAAAmg/OtpisDpoLNk/s320/ticketing+crew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770400660362386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-weight: bold; font-size:16px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Our doors opened up, &lt;/span&gt;NOW SHOWING&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, the Temasek Talentime 2009! :D &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;For that night itself, we had a full-house event, selling over 500 tickets, including the upper gallery seats. You would imagine, the opening of doors for a free-seating event would be like opening the floodgates - chaotic and impossible to control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Na7WClkI/AAAAAAAAAlg/U-83IbU2Iao/s320/performer%26friend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769735345837634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People turned up to support their friends who performed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OBCv5BKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7aCtFy9pmsM/s1600-h/thangam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OBCv5BKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7aCtFy9pmsM/s320/thangam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770390168339618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even teachers showed up grudgingly with their stacks of assesments and assignments to grade. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Mx_gyW0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/S1PsW0p2azA/s320/floorball.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769032090016578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was too bad the Floorball people were having their intensive camp during the Talentime itself. So, they missed out on the fun and excitement that got our blood pumping with adrenalin. :/  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MxmCfYmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/AD5-9N-VcmU/s1600-h/excited+crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MxmCfYmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/AD5-9N-VcmU/s320/excited+crowd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769025252057698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was pretty interesting to see my peers decked out in nice civilian clothes instead of that green uniform that we're so accustomed to wearing. (: Too bad the councilors had to be in all black attire - as always, our job was to blend into the background. (we do this very well, by the way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Ny1szPkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/XaZaqUCtEqw/s320/sonia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770146147548738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was more than one body clad in black that day, though. The AV Club was also down for Talentime to give their support to SC events :D Kudos Sonia &amp;amp; Company :D:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NC1QlCjI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SnPtwQrnqM4/s320/mrsloke%26mr+aziz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769321395456562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OcAMijyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/4DgR3VTtL90/s1600-h/voting.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OcAMijyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/4DgR3VTtL90/s1600-h/voting.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least, our ever supportive Principal and Vice Principal graced the event and officiated the opening of th show. :D From then on, it was rock and roll time, baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock and rollll. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OCIYFGjI/AAAAAAAAAm4/cMsD8CdURXQ/s320/tzic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770408858950194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First to perform was TZIC, the young, sassy band formed by the JC1 juniors. They played mainstream songs like "Hate That I Love You" by Rihanna and "Check Yes Juliet" by We The Kings. There were a satisfying range of performances; from dance to classical music, it definitely wasn't your American Idol styled competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NCnw9faI/AAAAAAAAAko/cwPIMaBXzd4/s320/mingda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769317773180322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amongst the other singing and dancing groups, one of the solo competitors blew minds away with magic tricks. Ming Da, TJ's very own semi-professional magician was not only charming in his act - he also got Mr. Aziz to play along with him! He was simply captivating in how the audience was hooked onto his every move, trying to figure our the workings behind his tricks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NaSHgQbI/AAAAAAAAAlI/fGfVFJHwkXs/s320/nathania.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769724279013810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the most stellar performances, I thought, came from Nathania who did a courageous solo take on the song "Hero". This woman has great control over her voice and vocal chords (: Honestly, it was delightfullll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I suppose only one performance could have their cake and eat it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Nao4bKgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/COG5sWRItlE/s1600-h/our+dance+our+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Nao4bKgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/COG5sWRItlE/s320/our+dance+our+crew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769730389780994" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Dance, Our Crew was seriously intense in their choreography and stole the hearts of the audience with their great range and slick moves. The best part for me was Nicole's mini solo in the middle of the last segment of the dance. The pained expression on her face was priceless - definitely justified the $6 paid for watching this competition. :D I felt that she really embodied the dance and honestly, it was just damn freaking cool :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NyTe1obI/AAAAAAAAAlw/6EOXZnsd4MI/s320/results-mrsloke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770136962179506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OCIYFGjI/AAAAAAAAAm4/cMsD8CdURXQ/s1600-h/tzic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, every competition will come to an end with the announcement of the results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the first prize went to..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5L9UaHqGI/AAAAAAAAAiA/HJJumDBVQSs/s320/1st+ourdanceourcrew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768127166130274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OBp1YlJI/AAAAAAAAAmg/OtpisDpoLNk/s1600-h/ticketing+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Dance, Our Crew! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Ming Da (the Magician)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd - &lt;/span&gt;Hot Like Hell (band who played Bring me Back to Life and Love Story) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th - &lt;/span&gt; Undefined (Dance group formed by a group of J1s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OBCv5BKI/AAAAAAAAAmY/7aCtFy9pmsM/s1600-h/thangam.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Ny1szPkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/XaZaqUCtEqw/s1600-h/sonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Basically, the night went swiftly but not without kinks of its own. (: Definitely couldn't have done it without these people though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NySgyziI/AAAAAAAAAl4/7qpB8zTj05k/s1600-h/sendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NySgyziI/AAAAAAAAAl4/7qpB8zTj05k/s320/sendy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770136701947426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DURHHHHHZ, Sendy the bozz. Sorry, no photo of CK. Not like he reads my blog anyway :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NanC39EI/AAAAAAAAAlY/iZ7S1WrEiaY/s1600-h/p+comm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NanC39EI/AAAAAAAAAlY/iZ7S1WrEiaY/s320/p+comm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769729896739906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Decor Committee - EH WENSHIN WHERE ARE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Nao4bKgI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/COG5sWRItlE/s1600-h/our+dance+our+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NDBLy2iI/AAAAAAAAAlA/iqN0Gusc2Io/s1600-h/ms+nor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NDBLy2iI/AAAAAAAAAlA/iqN0Gusc2Io/s320/ms+nor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769324596615714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms. Nor! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NC1QlCjI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SnPtwQrnqM4/s1600-h/mrsloke%26mr+aziz.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NC69tzqI/AAAAAAAAAkw/d9pH9u2WP04/s1600-h/mr+kao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NC69tzqI/AAAAAAAAAkw/d9pH9u2WP04/s320/mr+kao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769322926952098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Kaoooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NCnw9faI/AAAAAAAAAko/cwPIMaBXzd4/s1600-h/mingda.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NCPlwBXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YuT_-SvRKP0/s1600-h/lightsticks+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Mx4mHd3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/c1SyyB9jYO4/s1600-h/lightsticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Mx4mHd3I/AAAAAAAAAkY/c1SyyB9jYO4/s320/lightsticks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769030233323378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Boss (hahah the irony!) and her Presidents' Mallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MZ5MosbI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kT8Fd3EN0eg/s1600-h/cherries+png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MZ5MosbI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kT8Fd3EN0eg/s320/cherries+png.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768618078024114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Png, tasting the sweetness of success :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MN1QrWUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tT21YZAj2XM/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MN1QrWUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tT21YZAj2XM/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768410862803266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the councilors tasting something slightly more practical... the sweetness of chocolate. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MNUo-3ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/5knwezEDapE/s1600-h/audrey%26b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MNUo-3ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/5knwezEDapE/s320/audrey%26b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768402106375570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;random photo of audrey and bao - arguably the most audible people in council :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MNDLUdUI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ZoY7izm5NZI/s1600-h/2597_57300671246_719166246_1618720_2123777_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MNDLUdUI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ZoY7izm5NZI/s320/2597_57300671246_719166246_1618720_2123777_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768397418558786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;At this point, I don't even know what to comment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MMrcDscI/AAAAAAAAAio/BUYWXuaGJoo/s1600-h/2597_57273111246_719166246_1617940_5421900_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5L-7AuxuI/AAAAAAAAAig/qPbJC8InHgM/s1600-h/32nd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5L-7AuxuI/AAAAAAAAAig/qPbJC8InHgM/s320/32nd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313768154708494050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;The hardworking, fabulous 32nd Students' Council ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-size:143px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OB8CcLeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kysTrASi4tk/s1600-h/tttcomm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OB8CcLeI/AAAAAAAAAmw/kysTrASi4tk/s320/tttcomm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770405546962402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;talen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ee 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OB1mZECI/AAAAAAAAAmo/flgpL3W8LzA/s1600-h/ttt+comm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5OB1mZECI/AAAAAAAAAmo/flgpL3W8LzA/s320/ttt+comm2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770403818704930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And despite all that time spent on mending the banner, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Mx-hu0wI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7yjAmia42fg/s1600-h/last+minute+patch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Mx-hu0wI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/7yjAmia42fg/s320/last+minute+patch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769031825543938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5NCPlwBXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YuT_-SvRKP0/s320/lightsticks+banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313769311283709298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5Mx_gyW0I/AAAAAAAAAkI/S1PsW0p2azA/s1600-h/floorball.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 fell on the audience;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; but they got so excited about falling light sticks, they started waving them in the air. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MxmCfYmI/AAAAAAAAAkA/AD5-9N-VcmU/s1600-h/excited+crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- See, things will turn out fine people. You've got to stop worrying! It's Talentime, for goodness sake. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MaUruimI/AAAAAAAAAjw/64U_IJYSLL0/s1600-h/doors+open.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MaPji9aI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GN03PKJLxTA/s1600-h/dancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MZ7PEDkI/AAAAAAAAAjg/F4hlotdpe8M/s1600-h/cleared+out+audi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/11415243-2953862092692277062?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/2953862092692277062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=2953862092692277062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2953862092692277062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2953862092692277062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/03/talentime-event-coverage-part-2.html' title='Talentime - Event Coverage (Part 2)'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sb5MaUruimI/AAAAAAAAAjw/64U_IJYSLL0/s72-c/doors+open.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5507371499380496451</id><published>2009-03-12T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:00:56.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bumblebees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SbkUc-SnbgI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0wSbDMEau9U/s1600-h/yayfrisbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SbkUc-SnbgI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0wSbDMEau9U/s320/yayfrisbee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312299723450183170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- our bumbleebees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss playing frisbee on evenings of stress and anxiety; i miss screaming out loud just because.&lt;br /&gt;- i have this rekindled flame for team sports. every bead of sweat is worth the pain and agony the day after when you walk awkwardly because of the muscle aches. council relay race on sports day is scaring me shitless. (oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are MCTs and KI consultations actually. I should just crouch under the table and never come out to see the daylight should i decide to live in such fear everyday. - to hell with a social life! 09 is a year of perspiration and aspirations. bring it on, babe.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bring it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-5507371499380496451?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5507371499380496451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5507371499380496451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5507371499380496451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5507371499380496451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/03/bumblebees.html' title='bumblebees.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SbkUc-SnbgI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0wSbDMEau9U/s72-c/yayfrisbee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5588130712032730063</id><published>2009-03-05T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:22:08.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jason mraz live in singapore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sa_q_2HTEnI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6rGs2QQC3_A/s1600-h/mraz_polaroids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sa_q_2HTEnI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6rGs2QQC3_A/s320/mraz_polaroids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309720868271886962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm sipping coffee at a quarter to two,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm awake and i'm dialin and my mind's running to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;no wonder i'm a one woman man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;she keeps my heart in a jar in a night stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- to all the funky fans of jason mraz out there, you have truly been blessed with a sun that shines even when the earth rotates the other way round. we've been truly, truly blessed. i'm sure the rain will not dampen the moods of those queuing in wait for his exit from the Singapore Indoor Stadium right now. (: Though xiuqing was super apologetic for having to leave early and not wait for the god-like mraz to exit, i was contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not high. i'm not hungry for more - but that isn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm at my centre.&lt;br /&gt;it's this little place with 2 small windows where it's perpetually shining and bright, and although sometimes it does get a little hot in here, there's always a door open. small as it may be, it's big enough to admit the ones that matter. oh, and there are cupcakes in my little centre too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy to be at my centre. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and to the non-fans of Jason Mraz,&lt;br /&gt;dudes, you have no idea what you're missing out on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but hey, good on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- more soon, with photos and vids :D thank you xiuqing, it was beyond amazing.&lt;br /&gt;beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and when I fall in love, i'll take my time&lt;br /&gt;there's no need to worry when i'm making up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can turn off the sun, but i'm still gonna shine.&lt;/span&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/11415243-5588130712032730063?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5588130712032730063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5588130712032730063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5588130712032730063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5588130712032730063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/03/jason-mraz-live-in-singapore.html' title='jason mraz live in singapore.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/Sa_q_2HTEnI/AAAAAAAAAhw/6rGs2QQC3_A/s72-c/mraz_polaroids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-4450695259557847867</id><published>2009-02-21T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:21:44.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>32nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SaAcMQ2970I/AAAAAAAAAho/KMUO42oSzeU/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SaAcMQ2970I/AAAAAAAAAho/KMUO42oSzeU/s320/IMG_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305271358051970882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my fb status is:&lt;br /&gt;Melanie &lt;span class="status_text"&gt;♥ tjc32sc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span class="status_time"&gt;23 hours ago&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/s.php?k=100000080&amp;amp;id=565072640&amp;amp;sid=d88d2f76ca56218d666896d40c576fb6#" class="status_clear_link"&gt;clear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true 23 hours ago. still true 23 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;will be true, probably forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;next week is jam-packed with council and tests again, but it's all good. (:&lt;br /&gt;really looking forward to alpha's house function, ultimate frisbee on tuesday actually!&lt;br /&gt;have been so caught up with work and fatigue that i didn't workout much.&lt;br /&gt;feeling so very flabby. hahah! - running resumes tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wheel of fate and luck is right about the top now.&lt;br /&gt;thank you to my bunch of special people who got my notes. you have successfully conquered my heart; you've left a mark. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;joining council was the best choice i've ever made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I come in here and I sit in silence and hear the echoes of who we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;And so I wish for patience, grace, and strength to just let him be happy. Mostly I pray for the strength to not make his life worse because of what I want. That's the toughest part, letting go.&lt;br /&gt;That's the part of grace that really sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- its like dizie and i are telepathic or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&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/11415243-4450695259557847867?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/4450695259557847867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=4450695259557847867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/4450695259557847867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/4450695259557847867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/02/32nd.html' title='32nd'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SaAcMQ2970I/AAAAAAAAAho/KMUO42oSzeU/s72-c/IMG_1719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1052097840892552569</id><published>2009-02-13T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:57:51.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long awaited confession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ripplevox&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to give me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nokia Comes With Music device with StarHub’s MaxMobile data service &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I AM A MUSIC JUNKIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THAT NEEDS HER FIX. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sappy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;rappy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;nappy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;crabby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;snappy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and occasionally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whirlwind of emotions in me I try to hold,&lt;br /&gt;trying my best, not to have a tantrum thrown.&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I really know,&lt;br /&gt;that music is my biggest ammo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it drowning in my lecturers drones,&lt;br /&gt;Or being treated like one on a throne,&lt;br /&gt;I always have my steady, trusty phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh N95, how dear a journey it has been,&lt;br /&gt;you have your memory maxed out just for me.&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet whispers at night and loud shrills in the day,&lt;br /&gt;come from hip hop &amp;amp; rap, to even broadway.&lt;br /&gt;And though sometimes for energy, you scour deep,&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be the perfect fix, for a music junkie like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SZlTuVGWJ5I/AAAAAAAAAhg/5hw7k7Cytn0/s1600-h/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SZlTuVGWJ5I/AAAAAAAAAhg/5hw7k7Cytn0/s320/IMG_1646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303362091608319890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1052097840892552569?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1052097840892552569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1052097840892552569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1052097840892552569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1052097840892552569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-awaited-confession.html' title='a long awaited confession.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SZlTuVGWJ5I/AAAAAAAAAhg/5hw7k7Cytn0/s72-c/IMG_1646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-7167412019294892826</id><published>2009-02-12T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:07:58.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>devil in me.</title><content type='html'>So don't break my heart&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never done&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to deserve this&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn apart&lt;br /&gt;You've had your fun.&lt;br /&gt;Do you suppose I've earned it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Do you not see, how I'm begging on my knees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; No don't speak, don't breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring out the devil in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kate Voegele, Devil in Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roadrun tmr!&lt;/span&gt; stitch and cramps, don't come tmr ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-7167412019294892826?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/7167412019294892826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=7167412019294892826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7167412019294892826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7167412019294892826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/02/devil-in-me.html' title='devil in me.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1890985316494632853</id><published>2009-02-11T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:28:54.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chronicles of my feet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SZK2O2yj5EI/AAAAAAAAAhY/edaUmfu6A4o/s1600-h/Run_away__I__ll_attack_by_LolaCraven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SZK2O2yj5EI/AAAAAAAAAhY/edaUmfu6A4o/s320/Run_away__I__ll_attack_by_LolaCraven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301500077710500930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not running today just because i don't feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1890985316494632853?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1890985316494632853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1890985316494632853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1890985316494632853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1890985316494632853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/02/chronicles-of-my-feet.html' title='chronicles of my feet.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SZK2O2yj5EI/AAAAAAAAAhY/edaUmfu6A4o/s72-c/Run_away__I__ll_attack_by_LolaCraven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1382433832899207976</id><published>2009-02-09T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:53:53.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>braindamage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SZAju-VMTFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DEsbrUWHD9s/s1600-h/orientationyay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SZAju-VMTFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DEsbrUWHD9s/s320/orientationyay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300776051327913042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arggghh i can't speak in proper paragraphs now so i'm gonna adopt vibhu's style to help me think. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. ki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proposal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; done. yay. actual research about to begin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation started the j1's school year with a bang, for most of them at least. it left most of the councilors burnt and/or injured in one way or another. oh well, it was worth every moment of it, I believe. (but then again, I was in the hall under the comfort of the air conditioner. eep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been talking to them a lot lately; only when i'm sick or feel nostalgic, i'd pick up the phone and ring back for a random 5 minutes chat. i don't want to drift from them again, but my priorities are not exactly mapped out the way i want it to be. shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. miscellaneous issues that are happening concurrently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in 2 committees and have a council camp to plan. my parents would so kill me if they found out i've been spending nights designing posters/planning for events and NOT doing my tutorials. meh. NADIA WHY WONT YOU PICK UP YOUR PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;my to-do list looks something like this:&lt;br /&gt;- finish physics SPA&lt;br /&gt;- start doing math tutorial (about 2 tutorials to catch up on)&lt;br /&gt;- finish physics tutorial &amp;amp; MCQs by thursday&lt;br /&gt;- start brainstorming on a skit for friendship week with sinyee&amp;amp;weihao&lt;br /&gt;- start designing TTT posters (like helloooo nadia! pick up! ):&lt;br /&gt;- train for council camp &amp;amp; road run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i am buying new shoes for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; running. &lt;/span&gt;i am going to take running &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. mcts are in 1.5months time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me its not weird that i still miss london. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;if only i could drop everything and meet you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1382433832899207976?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1382433832899207976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1382433832899207976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1382433832899207976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1382433832899207976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/02/braindamage.html' title='braindamage'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SZAju-VMTFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/DEsbrUWHD9s/s72-c/orientationyay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1720776145134177391</id><published>2009-02-03T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T04:54:36.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful and colourful Orientation Undefined</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SYjcrLyPr_I/AAAAAAAAAhI/7CD9HhDCO5w/s1600-h/Colours__by_t0x1c_d0LLy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SYjcrLyPr_I/AAAAAAAAAhI/7CD9HhDCO5w/s320/Colours__by_t0x1c_d0LLy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298727596057407474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orientation Undefined 2009 @ Temasek Junior College is colourful &amp;amp; flavourful and just fantasticfullllll :D Hahah, things have been going great so far. It hasn't been smooth sailing but it's been very rewarding. The best thing about Orientation is that it reminded me of what I felt was the most meaningful thing about coming to a JC. It's about meeting new people and moving forward (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, for my fellow wonderful scholars have been working their bottoms off for these 5 days, you guys are my pillars of support. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOIN COUNCIL; we are family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1720776145134177391?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1720776145134177391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1720776145134177391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1720776145134177391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1720776145134177391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonderful-and-colourful-orientation.html' title='wonderful and colourful Orientation Undefined'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SYjcrLyPr_I/AAAAAAAAAhI/7CD9HhDCO5w/s72-c/Colours__by_t0x1c_d0LLy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-7407094778000242223</id><published>2009-01-28T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:02:46.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>athousandthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh the fact of the matter is&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what the latter is, oh no way&lt;br /&gt;See, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I've always wanted to kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I always wanted to run from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I've always wanted to miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I always wanted to come for you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- Jason Mraz, athousandthings. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Ernest is listening to Mraz now! :D&lt;br /&gt;gosh days have been hard; hard enough to crumble one not-so-tough cookie.&lt;br /&gt;when i made the choice to buck up and do my tutorials this year, i never foresaw it to be this hard. no more moral dilemmas of sleeping early and not completing tutorials- that is no longer a question. the question now is, how long till i'm done! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. zik, i now know how hard it was for you. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-7407094778000242223?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/7407094778000242223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=7407094778000242223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7407094778000242223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7407094778000242223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/01/athousandthings.html' title='athousandthings'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-7088587667890014439</id><published>2009-01-17T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:25:39.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>muah!</title><content type='html'>julian from OTH is so hot omg. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i want someone who knows my fav coffee and bring it to me too (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-7088587667890014439?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/7088587667890014439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=7088587667890014439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7088587667890014439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7088587667890014439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/01/muah.html' title='muah!'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-4867860941064078937</id><published>2009-01-13T05:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T05:45:24.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>of the day.</title><content type='html'>yayyyy. tickets for jason mraz's concert have been SECURED :D wooters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;song of the day:&lt;/span&gt; the salt water room - owl city.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you're perfect in your imperfection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;quote of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you can do well in KI if you are good at it. :D - CK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;highlight(s) of the day:&lt;/span&gt; midnight celebration of vee's bday + HK CAFE CELEBRATION :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;there are one too many things you still do not know about TJC&lt;/span&gt; - don't just dismiss us as a back up plan if you don't get into the VJC, don't forget our warmth beneath the demure exterior; don't leave your small footsteps behind, come back and make big dreams with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you won't regret it. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-4867860941064078937?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/4867860941064078937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=4867860941064078937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/4867860941064078937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/4867860941064078937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-day.html' title='of the day.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-548603845509647943</id><published>2009-01-07T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:28:10.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S:</title><content type='html'>you guys know how much I love Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really.&lt;br /&gt;5th march 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU TELL ME THE TICKETS ARE ALREADY SOLD OUT I WILL KILL SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-548603845509647943?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/548603845509647943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=548603845509647943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/548603845509647943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/548603845509647943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/01/s.html' title='S:'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5081119602496886090</id><published>2009-01-04T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:03:36.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qutoes that inspire.'/><title type='text'>pride&amp;prejudice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"From the very beginning— from the first moment, I may almost say— of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the groundwork of disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry."&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Elizabeth Bennet, Pride and Prejudice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-5081119602496886090?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5081119602496886090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5081119602496886090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5081119602496886090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5081119602496886090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2009/01/pride.html' title='pride&amp;prejudice.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-2335995485145935745</id><published>2008-12-30T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:36:44.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's going to be quite a ride.</title><content type='html'>go make your new year resolutions now, love.&lt;br /&gt;it's about time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2009, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2008;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; let '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;er &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;rip,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;boys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-2335995485145935745?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/2335995485145935745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=2335995485145935745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2335995485145935745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2335995485145935745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-going-to-be-quite-ride.html' title='it&apos;s going to be quite a ride.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-2539972944026273681</id><published>2008-12-26T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:00:09.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on special request.</title><content type='html'>i am thinking of shifting to another blog.&lt;br /&gt;both good and bad times have had their logs on this site.&lt;br /&gt;change is healthy, change is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot keep telling people my site is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snowballparadise7.&lt;br /&gt;dude, seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change is in the air for those who embrace it - move along with me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-2539972944026273681?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/2539972944026273681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=2539972944026273681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2539972944026273681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2539972944026273681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-special-request.html' title='on special request.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-6394831928704776598</id><published>2008-12-21T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:11:34.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>looneyconnection calls for desperate measures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dear david.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise for my looney connection here in London but I am doing fine and well..&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm even considering going off without my sister and her bf to do some sightseeing of my own! i mean heck, you're right. it gets dark at 3pm here! might as well soak up a little bit of sunlight before its all gone, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad i got to say hello; you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything (: i know you're probably thinking you didn't do anything anyway, right.&lt;br /&gt;but like i said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have no idea. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;smilinggg all the way from London for you! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-6394831928704776598?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/6394831928704776598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=6394831928704776598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6394831928704776598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6394831928704776598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/12/looneyconnection-calls-for-desperate.html' title='looneyconnection calls for desperate measures'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1968808041427031568</id><published>2008-12-18T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:36:23.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>ahhh! i miss my haircuts at heatwave! ):&lt;br /&gt;as always, i hate my new hair and wished I could go back to an hour ago before I got these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HALF-bangs. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;effff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1968808041427031568?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1968808041427031568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1968808041427031568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1968808041427031568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1968808041427031568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':/'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-7140817876356271883</id><published>2008-12-18T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:45:16.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUoK2AnjNoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/fNCLZDDNhLU/s1600-h/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUoK2AnjNoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/fNCLZDDNhLU/s320/chair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281045436040427138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm sorry for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come looking for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a chair fan, I screamed in anger, frustration, unexpected joy, relief, and sorrow all in one&lt;br /&gt;episode. As the season concludes with the long awaited final episode, "O Where Bart Thou?", the fate of the characters hang in the balance (yet again) but one thing is certain!&lt;br /&gt;Blair and Chuck have developed undeniable chemistry with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply cannot deny it; the moment where Blair hugs a dejected looking Chuck in her bedroom is simply divine. (: Two-thumbs up for Ed Westwick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;In a little less than 5 hours, I will be heading to the airport (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-7140817876356271883?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/7140817876356271883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=7140817876356271883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7140817876356271883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7140817876356271883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-sorry-for-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUoK2AnjNoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/fNCLZDDNhLU/s72-c/chair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5575199596952630162</id><published>2008-12-16T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:41:47.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last call.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;how much love you had for someone is not measured by how much pain you feel when they are gone. - its measured by the amount of happiness you feel for the other person's joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;twilight was just completely awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still don't quite like rob pattinson though; i don't think there's any human worthy of that character - he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;inhuman, after all. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;can't wait to watch it in the cinemas with steph and joe! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm a little&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;jet-setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ill-stricken&lt;/span&gt;, girl&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; flying off to London tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be my first trip without my parents, so I'm pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you, daddy!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon tea scones and boxing day, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- darn you, weijian!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can paris &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my foot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-5575199596952630162?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5575199596952630162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5575199596952630162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5575199596952630162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5575199596952630162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-call.html' title='the last call.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-9034230011130530192</id><published>2008-12-14T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:13:55.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>logged!- 3 days at Phuket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUIyH4S92I/AAAAAAAAAcM/M51pfaOY_V8/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUIyH4S92I/AAAAAAAAAcM/M51pfaOY_V8/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279635795363428194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What on earth is SIDE SEAing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0530 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike how drowsy and groggy I was, the car engine sounded a clear and resounding roar and beckoned me out of bed as we rushed to the airport, hauling luggage and hand carried bags of items intended to be used as in-flight entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off we go, with the street lights as the only beacons of light that illuminated the ebony night, to the airport, and to Phuket, Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about in-flight entertainment. All we wanted at this point was our stomachs entertained with food, and some shut eye. Well, one thing I've learned is that, always pack your own food on board Air Asia, even if they say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"outside food is disallowed". &lt;/span&gt;It practically is daylight robbery to charge RM21 for 2 bowls of instant noodles and 2 cups of milo - and they didn't even bother to embellish it with pretty airline bowls so that we can't tell it's instant noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After renting a car at an agency near the airport which looked almost illegal, we headed off to Kamala Beach Resort to check in. By this point, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Mum and I were STARVING&lt;/span&gt;, because I konked out on the plane and missed the wonderfully extortionistic breakfast, and because mum was frugal enough to want to remain hungry until we get free breakfast from the hotel buffet. :D&lt;br /&gt;And well, Dizie was hungry too. Well, he always is. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sang in the car to distract ourselves! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon pulling into Kamala Beach Resort, we caught a whiff of the buffet spread and hurried up to load our luggage into the rooms and tucked in... until we found out that breakfast was not included in our room booking charge for the day of check in. Oops. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUIyZOfC2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/rVpLNM0Zesk/s1600-h/IMG_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUIyZOfC2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/rVpLNM0Zesk/s320/IMG_0822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279635800019897186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My idea of the perfect holiday is to spend time relaxing - to not worry about having my things stolen, or to have woes of getting to a certain destination without getting lost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, or to wonder when would be the next meal - and Phuket was really the best place to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I lounged by the pool on one of those tanning chairs with the rest of the pack of European tourists who were hungry to soak up a winter's supply of sun as company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUIysJ4_iI/AAAAAAAAAcc/7Hc6pH51kak/s1600-h/IMG_0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUIysJ4_iI/AAAAAAAAAcc/7Hc6pH51kak/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279635805100899874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And occasionally, when it got too hot, I jumped into the pool to cool off a little (: It was truly one of the most relaxing afternoons I've had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all year&lt;/span&gt;. The cherry on top of the delightful afternoon was the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I successfully tanned up by a little! &lt;/span&gt;- this is amazing achievement for someone who fails to get even the slightest tan from kayaking trips in OBS when everyone else gets sunbaked like lobsters. Like hello, 5 days of kayaking under the bright, shiny sun and NOTHING! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1800&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUIy4wwJXI/AAAAAAAAAck/iNZ0-YaFqMU/s1600-h/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUIy4wwJXI/AAAAAAAAAck/iNZ0-YaFqMU/s320/IMG_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279635808485123442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you google up Phuket's tourist attractions, the first thing to turn up would be FantaSEA. It is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"MUST-CATCH"&lt;/span&gt; show for anyone who bothers setting foot on this sunnier than Singapore island. After a good day tanning and swimming, we headed down to the Golden Kinaree for a sumptuous buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffet gloats of 40 thousand renowned chefs, preparing mouth-watering international cuisine; I was skeptical when I read that on the brochure, thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Really? 40 thousand chefs? for 20 Malaysian ringgit per head? Are they trying to get themselves ripped off?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and I still am. I swear, you would probably find a little more than 4 chefs preparing food in an overtly oily kitchen that uses pots and pans dating back to the Malaysian colonial times.&lt;br /&gt;The buffet spread wasn't impressive. Unlike the dynamic ornation the seats and setting were, the buffet spread had barely 30 dishes, with things you could find everywhere else - I'm talking about Fried Noodles, Fried Rice, Sushi Rolls, Green Curry Fish Balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY INTERNATIONAL MEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUIzXBu_zI/AAAAAAAAAcs/aXXP_VK21fE/s1600-h/IMG_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUIzXBu_zI/AAAAAAAAAcs/aXXP_VK21fE/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279635816609414962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUL-enmMOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CrLhT1CAG8o/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUL-enmMOI/AAAAAAAAAdM/CrLhT1CAG8o/s320/IMG_0862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279639306160713954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't ever visit any part of Thailand and miss their Elephants! They were indeed the grandest (physically and metaphorically speaking, of course) attraction in FantaSEA. Though, however well people them up and feed them, I still can't help but feel a pang of guilt and a dash of melancholy seeing these supposedly venerable creatures being held under our leashes and have to walk and sit on our commands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit. Yes, I was thinking of the poem we did on Elephants and performing creatures earlier this year in Lit. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUL9ohGZ6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/lUHnL87uLA8/s1600-h/IMG_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUL9ohGZ6I/AAAAAAAAAc0/lUHnL87uLA8/s320/IMG_0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279639291637950370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so, we fed the elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUL-qc2rBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6rkvbMSkj-s/s1600-h/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUL-qc2rBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6rkvbMSkj-s/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279639309336882194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they posed for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUL-O6NuHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zN9OwO7o4Rs/s1600-h/IMG_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUL-O6NuHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/zN9OwO7o4Rs/s320/IMG_0857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279639301943834738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we took some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUL9wu_3wI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TG6UW4pAm-E/s1600-h/IMG_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUL9wu_3wI/AAAAAAAAAc8/TG6UW4pAm-E/s320/IMG_0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279639293843726082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And made our parents take some photos, before we headed into the theatre to wait for the "MUST-CATCH" show to begin. For the record, I was highly sceptical about the show, as well. Having been to many of these shows ranging from "The Thousand hands of the Guan Ying Pu Sa" in Beijing to "Jumping Dolphins" in Australia, I was not a terribly big fan of these 2 hours long performances whose aims, other than to entertain their overcharged customers, were completely hazy. Though despite my sceptical view, the FantaSEA show proved to be quite spectacular with elephants cruising in as an opening scene. They were in such proximity, they could make you go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'WHAT!'&lt;/span&gt; The acts were... interesting to say the least. There were magic acts, crowd participation, and acrobat performances! The acrobatic action was breathtaking, though! Perhaps the best of the load of uh, things, they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't mind a fairly hazy plot, and just want to watch fireworks and people on ropes and animals - you can check it out for a good RM 100 per adult, inclusive of the dinner that precedes the show itself. Even if you're not the show type of person, it's always worth your buck to watch the ever diligent Thai put on a show with such warmth and sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAY 2 - 0700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUpBKgy5RI/AAAAAAAAAfM/oVz96yZ84Q0/s1600-h/IMG_0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUpBKgy5RI/AAAAAAAAAfM/oVz96yZ84Q0/s320/IMG_0933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279671238140290322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a bowl of good cereal, and bacon and egg for Dizie, we headed off to visit some of the most renowned beaches in the world. (sendy beach! haha) We were greeted by chopping blue seas as it rocked the boat back and forth, sending sprays of salty seawater in through the window openings. Dizie and I were both going, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh gosh, I feel my breakfast coming on!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were making hurling sounds, I think we accidentaly triggered an upset stomach in one of the other passengers as a Taiwanese girl clad in a bikini suit hurled towards the back of the boat. And yes, after that incident, we stopped making hurling sounds. The sight wasn't pretty. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUh50KOUtI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lCjsh-GLUbw/s1600-h/IMG_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUh50KOUtI/AAAAAAAAAeM/lCjsh-GLUbw/s320/IMG_0876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279663415299560146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt extremely dumb when the tour guide Ms. Linda, who was clearly physically male but mentally female, introduced us to our first activity of the day - snorkelling. I felt extremely dumb not because I didn't anticipate this, but rather, because despite clearly noting the itinerary, I didn't pack for it. So down I went in, dressed in my Nike Human Race shirt with a life vest strapped on tight on my virgin attempt at snorkelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you always see in the advertisements where people go into the sea and snorkle; they usually see all these beautiful corals and amazingly clear water and schools of fishes just swimming by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was something like that... except for the fishes (there was only one school of fish. i think they were on holiday or something.), and the beautiful corals (they were so deep down under, and because the water was so dark and unlit towards the bottom, we could hardly see any).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUh6Zh2e1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/dQJVphx2rw0/s1600-h/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUh6Zh2e1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/dQJVphx2rw0/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279663425330772818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only did I drink a heck lot of salt water trying to breathe through the mouth piece, I was dragged down multiple times by my aquaphobic brother. To be honest, I could understand the fear of drowning, especially in the sea where the depth is unknown. I wasn't that much afraid because of that quary jump we did at OBS - from then on, I have had vested good faith in life jackets and know that they never fail. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a fruitful 25 minutes of snorkeling, I have 2 tips for those who want to attempt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Beware of Jellyfishes, no matter how small they may seem. &lt;/span&gt;OR in other words, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't touch anything you don't recognize!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a kid on board who got stung by a jellyfish, and I swear, you could see him turning purple. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUtOG8IO5I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q4cYrRRafCc/s1600-h/IMG_0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUtOG8IO5I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Q4cYrRRafCc/s320/IMG_0940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675858566003602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the hurling taiwanese girl is in the top left corner of the picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Always, ALWAYS pack for spare change of clothes and TOWELS when you intend to snorkel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left shivering, had a horrible taste of salt water in my mouth, smelled really really bad (almost like pee only less salty) and was on the verge of puking, with much thanks to the rocking boat. So yes, prepare for these. Thank goodness Daddy lent me his shirt to keep warm from the clutches of the violent sea breeze as we coast along bays like James Bond Bay where they shot one of the JB movies about 20 years ago; we visited a bay where they shot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The Beach&lt;/span&gt;' with Leonardo Dicaprio as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUtOUUkr0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/MEXAxvaHyBM/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUtOUUkr0I/AAAAAAAAAfc/MEXAxvaHyBM/s320/IMG_0944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675862158192450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thats, daddy shirtless and mummy with her mannn braving the winds. ZIS IS FOR YOUU, NIAN YING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUtOxW3HRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/OhEuocbLy5A/s1600-h/IMG_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUtOxW3HRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/OhEuocbLy5A/s320/IMG_0946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675869952417042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After unpleasant hours on the rocking boat, we made a pit-stop at Monkey island. And obviously, when an island is named after an animal, you can expect it to be populated by the same animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUo_oo8jYI/AAAAAAAAAes/i6gqkucueh8/s1600-h/IMG_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUo_oo8jYI/AAAAAAAAAes/i6gqkucueh8/s320/IMG_0899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279671211867803010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and obviously, they must be skilled enough to open a pepsi bottle to be credited an island with their species name branded on it. :D Dizie kept asking me, at this point, whether monkeys get sugar highs. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUh7b8OD2I/AAAAAAAAAek/K7hGW0DeiLo/s1600-h/IMG_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUh7b8OD2I/AAAAAAAAAek/K7hGW0DeiLo/s320/IMG_0886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279663443158110050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;this is mummy and her half frightened, half excited expression upon being in such close proximity with a monkey! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUh5W0H08I/AAAAAAAAAeE/AlsJF_DJDzk/s1600-h/IMG_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUh5W0H08I/AAAAAAAAAeE/AlsJF_DJDzk/s320/IMG_0880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279663407422231490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daddy and mummy - i like this photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUo_7Utw3I/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZeJLyoILCCA/s1600-h/IMG_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUo_7Utw3I/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZeJLyoILCCA/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279671216883221362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attempted star jump shot by Dizie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUpAD-yyrI/AAAAAAAAAe8/MtNg2hxBkes/s1600-h/IMG_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUpAD-yyrI/AAAAAAAAAe8/MtNg2hxBkes/s320/IMG_0889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279671219207195314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dad and dizie in green. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUpAXSl2YI/AAAAAAAAAfE/CG4wRt5LL70/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUpAXSl2YI/AAAAAAAAAfE/CG4wRt5LL70/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279671224390506882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahah and this was taken after much request from me for daddy to do his Daniel Craig, Casino Royale walk from the sea debut. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahhh, i love their seasss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1230&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lunch was in order, after much sight-seeing, monkey-seeing and taiwanese-girl-hurling. Buffet spread again; honestly, i was really starting to doubt Thailand's status as having an eclectic selection of food. Before lunch, mum, dizie and I hopped by the nearest shirt store to get something dry for me to change into -and we got a black sundress! :D hee hee. tried on like a thousand and one dresses before we bought it LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1330&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUtO8E1L7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/Z21yoI8uml4/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUtO8E1L7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/Z21yoI8uml4/s320/IMG_0950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675872829583282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A relaxing day at the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and mummy were sleeping in the shade, while Dizie and I tried to entertain ourselves for the 2 hours we spent at Khai Island. I went snorkelling again for a bit, and got a splinter in my toe. D: I was honestly annoyed at how there was really NOTHING to see down there - stop telling us we can snorkel there just because there are no sharks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it didn't help that those little kids (probably from one of the Asian countries) went around screaming AHH THERES A SHARK THERES A SHARK! ITS GREY! ITS COMING! For the first time I heard it, I actually believed them and swimmed upshore ASAP. Then, when I was greeted by a bunch of squealing kids running about tickling each other, screaming its a shark! its a whale! its a monkey with a pink tail!, I decided to continue snorkeling ANYWAY. Take my chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god forbid, if I actually do get eaten up by a shark, it'll be the kids' fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after which, I pulled a Lilo* under the suggestion of Diziekins, and went around snapping photos of random strangers on a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUvtEIl8rI/AAAAAAAAAgM/W1mHevdrqJw/s1600-h/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUvtEIl8rI/AAAAAAAAAgM/W1mHevdrqJw/s320/IMG_0969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279678589412176562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*To pull a Lilo is to hold a camera on a beach and take random pictures of random strangers no matter how invasive it seems. With reference to the movie Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch and the character Lilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit A of a photo from a Lilo-stunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUtPOTrGoI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NznPHhFch3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUtPOTrGoI/AAAAAAAAAf0/NznPHhFch3Q/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279675877723675266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;Dizie fell in love with this baby and kept asking me to take a photo her in the car on the way back to the resort.. and kept insisting that it was BOY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUh7rJ2WxxI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dAcLDyL5a7U/s1600-h/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUh7rJ2WxxI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dAcLDyL5a7U/s320/IMG_0972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280606544400402194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;totally hot fedora hat guy playing ball on the beach. omg this is for you, jolene!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUh2nGc-wMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/VUEvjeODKoo/s1600-h/P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUh2nGc-wMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/VUEvjeODKoo/s320/P.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280600977211048130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhibit D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUvso8YApI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gXWJlfNEEq8/s1600-h/IMG_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUvso8YApI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gXWJlfNEEq8/s320/IMG_0994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279678582113174162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful desserts at Lai Mai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The evening was spent at Patong Beach; after dining at the ever most exquisite Lai Mai restaurant where you really do get the most bang for your buck, we roamed around the streets of Patong beach for some bargain hunting. It is really a haven for bargain hunters who derive joy from slashing prices by half or three-quater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUvsSUJvJI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1hTJgOmo7ro/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUvsSUJvJI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1hTJgOmo7ro/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279678576038886546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum and I had a real kick from buying knock off chanel and gucci shades. :D Though Patong Beach is well-known for its congested streets with tourists inundating the scene, there wasn't much elbowing going around when we were there. It's been a low tourist season, mentioned by most stall holders we've spoken to.. with much thanks to the instability in the mainland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUvttWGfDI/AAAAAAAAAgU/vuWhINWoav4/s1600-h/IMG_1003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUvttWGfDI/AAAAAAAAAgU/vuWhINWoav4/s320/IMG_1003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279678600474688562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a day of massages and relaxation - we went down to the beach to get massages while Dizie locked himself in for some good ol' fashioned TV.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, we made a trip down to Jungceylon Shopping Centre for some sushi lunch at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuji!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuji is a MUST VISIT place, totally recommended by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They serve generous portions at a very reasonable price! Bento sets for RM 22 and I bet you, it'll taste better than Sushi King, Genki Sushi, Sakae Sushi or whatever it is that serves your jap meal. :D Meals come with free parking for 3 hours and coffee or tea, and fruits. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our shopping buys include:&lt;br /&gt;- New specs for Justin and Mum (authentic Dior, baby!)&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Pairs of coloured contacts for me (though you can totally not tell that they are coloured, at all.)&lt;br /&gt;- Free reading glasses for Daddy&lt;br /&gt;- A pair of New Balance shoes for my running endeavours! :D&lt;br /&gt;- T-shirts (they are like, staple shopping items!) for Justin and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;- Stuff for Joe and NY (we didn't forget you! :D)&lt;br /&gt;And some other stuff. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I loved the trip - despite having to haul Dizie out of bed at hours late into the day! - its been so long since I've truly spent carefree moments with my family and this trip was perfect. Sometimes, I can't help but think that in a few years time, we wouldn't be able to do this. Dad and mum would be marching into their early fifties and I'll hopefully be overseas for academic pursuits. Nian Ying's already gone :/ If I could pick one moment to freeze time, I would wind back to a few years before this - before we were all spreaded out in different countries - and freeze it all right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aging sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUh5W0H08I/AAAAAAAAAeE/AlsJF_DJDzk/s1600-h/IMG_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-9034230011130530192?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/9034230011130530192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=9034230011130530192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/9034230011130530192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/9034230011130530192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/12/logged-3-days-at-phuket.html' title='logged!- 3 days at Phuket'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUUIyH4S92I/AAAAAAAAAcM/M51pfaOY_V8/s72-c/IMG_0817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1105307823439047390</id><published>2008-12-13T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:48:38.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight outburst</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUPK-TxlwfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/d71Ct40Refw/s1600-h/ew2beouttkes2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUPK-TxlwfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/d71Ct40Refw/s320/ew2beouttkes2_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279286360017322482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh oh oh freak.&lt;br /&gt;NEED to talk to vee! NEEEEEEEEEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i would've liked twilight as much if i hadn't read the book.&lt;br /&gt;- full review up soon, along with travel log from Phuket!&lt;br /&gt;edward&amp;amp;bella.&lt;br /&gt;damnit! why do they have to look so good together! and excuse me, bella wasn't supposed to be hotter than edward please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and so the lion fell in love with the lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;what a stupid lamb.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a sick, masochistic lion. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm going to bed a little happy happy girl today. &lt;/span&gt;(:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1105307823439047390?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1105307823439047390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1105307823439047390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1105307823439047390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1105307823439047390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-outburst.html' title='twilight outburst'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SUPK-TxlwfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/d71Ct40Refw/s72-c/ew2beouttkes2_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-6193730659767316007</id><published>2008-12-09T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:27:16.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doing a tag because i'm annoyed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/ST6LsynQIAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XhCubJj6l1s/s1600-h/smilessmaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/ST6LsynQIAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XhCubJj6l1s/s320/smilessmaller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277809414941712386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm home. no, really.&lt;br /&gt;as in, Malaysian home. Sorry I didn't tell you, Ernest &amp;amp; CK.&lt;br /&gt;- if there was one thing I learned from my bus trip, TRAVEL LIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;i wished I was a spider with 8 legs to carry the 92489214 items I was holding on to dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping at Forever 21 Wisma is scary. You have to go through like, metal detector thingies, and go through processes to prevent shoplifting, it's CRAZY. It makes you think twice before trying that dress on - for fear of having to step out of the changing room just to put on a belt, and for fear of being accused of attempting to shoplift. Fwah, such a turn off.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm annoyed at the econs project. AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tagged by Vee, part A! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 1. The person who tag you is? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Vee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.Your relationship with him/her? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;other than as council mates, she's my close friend and running buddy! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3.Your 5 impression of him/her? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;COMMAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;! heehee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;film fanatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;fantastic at advising people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; (read: telling people things they need but don't want to hear) and is a truly great friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4.The most memorable thing he/she had done for u?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;haha well, she's.. uh, called me in the morning to send me off (kind of. haha! and no, vee. i didn't take a ship home.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she said to you?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"THERE'S NO WAY YOU TWO CAN BE FRIENDS. LET IT GO." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and she said it in the caps lock manner too O: Of course I hadn't wanted to believe that, but after digesting that - everything got easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6.If he/she becomes ur lover, things he/she has to improve on?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hahah well, copying from Su Ping's blog, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her gender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7. If she/ he become ur enemy, you will?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Probably nothing. I talk big but I can hardly hurt even a fly. ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 9.What is it you want to tell her now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i'm missing you and our runs very badly. ): &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10.Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;amazingly efficient. I mean it in every sense of the word - the woman is so efficient at work, evident from her prompt minutes; efficient in delegation, telling people straight to the point what to do (not wasting words! energy efficient :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 11. How do u think ppl ard u will feel ard you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't really know; but i hope i don't scare people away. Oh yes, if people means kids, they are not my biggest fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;12. The character you love of urself are? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I push myself a lot and try to give in my best for everything I do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 13.On the contrary, the character u hate yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.. (ctd' from above); and sometimes I get pushed over (okay fine, I get pushed over a lot) and lose focus on my job as a coordinator or even take on more than I can handle, resulting in feeling extremely suicidal. That's when you cue in the Jason Mraz; oh boy, would I ever need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;14.The most ideal person u want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I want to be balanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; (Not on a weighing scale; though in that sense, I would like to be balanced too. :D) I want to be able to do well in work, and have a life. To be able to be a relationship and still have time to hang out with friends. To be able to juggle temptation and risk taking. (: Like I said, balanced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 15.For ppl that care n like u, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;... Hopefully I like and care for you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Nah, I'm joking lah. It's because of people like you, I can stand today without a dejected soul. (:You're pretty important, you know. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;16.Pass this quiz to 10 ppl that u wish to know how they feel about u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;dizie, sinyee, pnggg!, josh, liying - aiyoh i'm anti-social lah, right sendy? I've got no more friends to tag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Part (B) RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Do you have secrets? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;like gee. NO! I'm AS OPEN AS A BOOK!.. uh, duh I have secrets. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy/girl younger than you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh love is patient, love is kind. If I really love him/them/whatever, I'd wait for however long it takes. Though, it depends on how much I love him/them/whatever. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;.. and why I'm waiting. Like hello, if he's married/they are gay/whatever is not interested THEN DON'T WAIT LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Splurge it on a trip to New York with my closest friends. We're talking first class all the way, baby! :D And then maybe use the remaining money to get a headstart on my career or ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;It would totally suck if I did. ): I mean, if you do, when you lose him, you'll lose your best friend too. Then who would you have to cry to about the break up?! It totally sucks right. I know. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; Being loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7. Give one reason why you love your significant other if you have one, one day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Wow hello skeptical question! If you have one, one day?! - okay fine. Because he loves me too. :D (i mean, if he's my significant other, he has to right! D:!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It depends on the level of likeness; if it's near obsession-like, i'd like totally spray paint his car and sacrifice a cow for him. (like, sacrifice the chance to eat a cow lah. I'm no killer yo.) if it's just like-not-creepy-obsessive-like, then I'd try to move on. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;9. What is the first thing you want to do when you’re legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;OMG. CLUB AND DRINK. no, i'm totally serious. one time people. I'll do it ONCE next year on my birthday; you older babies, vee and shin. YOU HAD BETTER BRING ME ON MY BIRTHDAY. don't need gifts. this will be enough. :D kay, maybe not club. BUT DRINK. - driving comes after As. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;10. What would you do if your significant other if you have one day cheats on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"if your significant other if you have" walau enough with the skepticism okay! depends but i'm not easily appeased if wronged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;struggling in an apartment in the states, avoiding being bombed by terrorists while trying to get my career to take flight - and also, grumbling that i'm fat. OH CEST LA VIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 12. Who is currently the most important people to you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(there's a grammatical error in this question.) but like vee said, those who love me enough to make time and effort for me. baohui, vee, david, sarah, sinyee are those on the top of my head. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;13. How many times your heart has been broken? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;This year? Once. Bad enough if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Single and rich durhsz! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 15. Love at first sight.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Lust perhaps. Love? Not unless it's animal attraction lah. Those are the fatal ones though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;16. If you’re attached but you feel as if you like someone else, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Try and make the like go away and remind myself why I'm attached. If things were already flawed in the first place in the relationship, there's no point clinging on - perhaps the infatuation is a sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;17. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Depends on my reaction to it; if I was pissed, oh boy, the person would have to do a heck lot to appease me and make up for the mistake. if I was just disappointed, that trust has to be regained through time but it's doable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; 18. What do you want to tell the someone you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;assuming the person is myself. YOU ARE AWESOME. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;19. If there is a choice between lover and friends, which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;huh. I'm confused. do you mean a choice between being lovers and being friends? Or a choice between hanging out with a lover or friends? In the former case, it depends. If I see a possibility at being blissful and that the other nagging pains that come with it would be worth it, then yes lover it is! In the latter case, it would probably be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;20. Do you believe that there’s “True Love”? &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Get back to me when I've found it okay? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-6193730659767316007?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/6193730659767316007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=6193730659767316007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6193730659767316007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6193730659767316007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/12/doing-tag-because-im-annoyed.html' title='doing a tag because i&apos;m annoyed.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/ST6LsynQIAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XhCubJj6l1s/s72-c/smilessmaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-7043885364315231201</id><published>2008-12-03T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T05:27:54.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendezvous 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDlQkENNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UTWS7Tz7agU/s1600-h/n739861062_2171092_6142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDlQkENNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UTWS7Tz7agU/s320/n739861062_2171092_6142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275548689635751122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRE-RENDEZVOUS baking with Staf. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDk0n6-gI/AAAAAAAAAbc/DdszPoHUzCE/s1600-h/n739861062_2171099_1487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDk0n6-gI/AAAAAAAAAbc/DdszPoHUzCE/s320/n739861062_2171099_1487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275548682135730690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDk5Hk-gI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EqKJosBCUX0/s1600-h/n739861062_2171094_8443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDk5Hk-gI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EqKJosBCUX0/s320/n739861062_2171094_8443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275548683342248450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enough with the camwhoring! Time to get dirttaaay. ;D (if you know what i mean, you perv!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDRRuJa-I/AAAAAAAAAas/7Iy6tnyyyXc/s1600-h/n739861062_2171069_5166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDRRuJa-I/AAAAAAAAAas/7Iy6tnyyyXc/s320/n739861062_2171069_5166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275548346349087714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we add a little sugar, and spice and everything nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDSHpnnmI/AAAAAAAAAbM/85fXPH7g07s/s1600-h/n739861062_2171088_770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDSHpnnmI/AAAAAAAAAbM/85fXPH7g07s/s320/n739861062_2171088_770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275548360825609826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they're ready to go into the oven that glows in the dark! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDRwVvfKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/SEEDDT1vWI8/s1600-h/n739861062_2171104_5776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDRwVvfKI/AAAAAAAAAbE/SEEDDT1vWI8/s320/n739861062_2171104_5776.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275548354568223906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;out came beauuuutiful cupcakes! :D&lt;br /&gt;see, dave, this is what yours is SUPPOSED to look like. note: SUPPOSED to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDRngkmbI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7rjV5SgxSWU/s1600-h/n739861062_2171083_9238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDRngkmbI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7rjV5SgxSWU/s320/n739861062_2171083_9238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275548352197728690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course, there were casualties. ):&lt;br /&gt;though, the burnt edges were pretty tasty hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDRv9hEYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6x-x6gtUXC0/s1600-h/n739861062_2171078_7745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDRv9hEYI/AAAAAAAAAa0/6x-x6gtUXC0/s320/n739861062_2171078_7745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275548354466615682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;32nd is &lt;33!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDlAtQOsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/K5QH4z4Y7dQ/s1600-h/n739861062_2171076_1933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDlAtQOsI/AAAAAAAAAbk/K5QH4z4Y7dQ/s320/n739861062_2171076_1933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275548685379320514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were more. Which explains why Aud's was outside the box. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STZ_2FsLGQI/AAAAAAAAAac/l3C_wybEDuY/s1600-h/IMG_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STZ_2FsLGQI/AAAAAAAAAac/l3C_wybEDuY/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275544580728232194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here she is for Rendezvous! :D  you madeee ittt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STZ_1jkTf6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/v-AD3dGJMQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STZ_1jkTf6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/v-AD3dGJMQ8/s320/IMG_0553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275544571568422818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vee and i with our roses :D:D&lt;br /&gt;bad business on that day siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STZ_1UG3CNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QiK_E8PlRI8/s1600-h/IMG_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STZ_1UG3CNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QiK_E8PlRI8/s320/IMG_0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275544567418390738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blurry b and i. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STZ_0yMTtfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/yMq4ednbyLw/s1600-h/IMG_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STZ_0yMTtfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/yMq4ednbyLw/s320/IMG_0589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275544558314436082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was definitely a night to remember that ended on a rousing note, with many of the J2s lingering around the lobby endlessly taking photos. :D&lt;br /&gt;we had our fair share of fun and excitement too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best dressed was angus. prom king was joey and queen was geraldine. Grats! :D&lt;br /&gt;though zik was nominated for best dressed too. D:&lt;br /&gt;sorry luh, senior. you got punked by the DJ heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STZ_2W0KxgI/AAAAAAAAAak/VGRuTkosXHY/s1600-h/IMG_0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STZ_2W0KxgI/AAAAAAAAAak/VGRuTkosXHY/s320/IMG_0615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275544585325168130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and on the next day, it was back to work, baby! EComm WHOOOSH.&lt;br /&gt;more photos on Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 more days to SATs. hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-7043885364315231201?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/7043885364315231201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=7043885364315231201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7043885364315231201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7043885364315231201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/12/rendezvous-2008.html' title='Rendezvous 2008'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STaDlQkENNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/UTWS7Tz7agU/s72-c/n739861062_2171092_6142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1948462935894472073</id><published>2008-11-29T04:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T04:55:49.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fruitless nights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STE4a5bo3iI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/K6J-nySUNqM/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STE4a5bo3iI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/K6J-nySUNqM/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274058673372061218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm missing the Haji Lane flea tomorrow to study for SATs :/ before meeting up with Staf and Jolene to bake! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, 6th Dec is coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;My exclamation is also for the idea that in 10 days, I'll be home. :D I can't waitttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;woke up early to do SAT prep before exco meeting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;had exco meeting with Ms. Nor about next year's plans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;finally got to catch up with vee for a bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;studied in starbucks :D (without having to pay for anything!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;bought 2 pairs of jeansssss (of which, one is a skinny! FINALLY, HALLELUJAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;lounged around town and met pearlyn, huiching, victor, hongjie, matthew and tierta (is that how his name is spelled!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- this must be some kind of record!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling kind of happy with the knowledge that I've been doing silent good deeds for people around me, hoping that they will have brighter days. anddd, because I managed to meet up with my bestie of all time, sarah banana (thats not really her last name. inside joke.) a few days ago :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no moping from me, so don't worry xq!&lt;br /&gt;it's funny cause just a few months before this, i was miserable, thinking that days were dark as ebony nights. The end of October felt like a lifetime away now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday will be an eventful dayyy :D&lt;br /&gt;it marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David's return&lt;/span&gt; from his mt. kinabalu tripp. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grad Night comm's BIG DAY D: &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chin Hui Yi's birthdayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- appeasement was never my strongest suit. anarchy! ah, I can't wait for David to return so that someone will finally indulge in my futile attempts to rebel against everything and nothing. ): smileees are high up in the skies tonight so that you can see them from mountain tops, from where you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1948462935894472073?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1948462935894472073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1948462935894472073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1948462935894472073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1948462935894472073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/fruitless-nights.html' title='fruitless nights.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/STE4a5bo3iI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/K6J-nySUNqM/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-8225141864954458296</id><published>2008-11-26T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:43:47.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;good luck and stay safe, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;david. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- for both Bio O and the trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-8225141864954458296?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/8225141864954458296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=8225141864954458296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8225141864954458296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8225141864954458296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-luck-and-stay-safe-david.html' title=''/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-3835718727701602374</id><published>2008-11-26T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T04:31:26.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dayout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SS1AVPslrGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/x22IN-GvUNU/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SS1AVPslrGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/x22IN-GvUNU/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272941472455699554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SS1AU0-OzEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/8Lwy8OS56AY/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SS1AU0-OzEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/8Lwy8OS56AY/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272941465281940546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everyone needs a bestie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why am I laughing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-3835718727701602374?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/3835718727701602374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=3835718727701602374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/3835718727701602374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/3835718727701602374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/dayout.html' title='dayout.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SS1AVPslrGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/x22IN-GvUNU/s72-c/IMG_0469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-2446661048011598072</id><published>2008-11-25T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:07:53.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't measure a dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSyxIKduQFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/fctiS0UEIxY/s1600-h/james+morrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSyxIKduQFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/fctiS0UEIxY/s320/james+morrison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272784017550098514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 things I am certain that James Morrison is good for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) accompaniment music while you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; study.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) accompaniment music while you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; spend time reflecting&lt;/span&gt; on the bus, at home before hitting the sack, or just anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best known for his debut song, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBLokdgM2YE"&gt;'You give me something'&lt;/a&gt;, James Morrison's ballad had not only catapulted him into stardom, it gave him ground (or street cred, if you wish) in the genre of soft ballads casually paired with light drumbeats or piano keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I didn't bother to listen to his first album. &lt;/span&gt;It wasn't because the first single wasn't impressive; it was partially because he wasn't distinguishable from the rest of the pack of ballad serenading singers. - at least the songs that he published as singles weren't.&lt;br /&gt;I was very insistent that James Morrison is just another James Blunt - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sappy and hard to listen to without falling asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Until I saw &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDo6CiPueEo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I agree, the bridge wasn't the best part of all - It was quite awkward, truthfully. But the song was honest and fresh - in terms of vocals and tunes! It wasn't the long stretching vocals and repetitive lyrics that make you roll your eyes over and over again found in general ballads. (I am so going to log up something about the lack of creativity in ballads one day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- So like I said, I didn't listen to his first album, so I can't compare effectively the first and the second. Though, what I will now do, is to share with you my top 3 reasons for giving this amazing second album of his, "Songs for You, Truths for Me", as many thumbs up as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Top 3 Reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;3) It's easy to listen to, and does not border on being boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many bands out there now, creating head banging music and rocking out loud on stages. (not to mention, throwing water bottles and picks at the audience while their at it.) So this album came to me as a refreshing change for myself, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be very frank, it is exactly Starbucks chill-out music material. Tunes you would want playing in the background when you're either catching up with a friend, or just doing some good ol' reading. The guitar and light drums in the background complements the singer's sexy raspy voice in a melodious blend of ballads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tracks to hit up: Precious Love, Save Yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) It doesn't lend the credibility of A-list stars to make it look like a big production.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There is an amazing air of modesty in this album. Other than Nelly Furtado's haunting and hollow voice in Broken Strings, the entire album features Morrison's beautiful serenading voice. Broken Strings is an amazingly haunting track that is blunt and thought provoking; the duo teams up to deliver a song about love and loss (what's new, right) When I first heard the first line that song, I screamed in agony - "OH NO! Don't ruin the album NOW! ):"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sang, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Let me hold you, for the last time; it's the last time to feel again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hoped and hoped that the second line will redeem the corniness of the first.&lt;br /&gt;.. and it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"But you broke me, so now I can't feel anything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breathed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a thank you. &lt;/span&gt;I like this song for a one very specific reason; it is terribly honest (people, stop saying it's so SAD! so MELANCHOLIC! it's honest and realistic.) It speaks about the longing lovers feel after a painful break up, presenting it in a realistic map where lovers stand in a quandrary - between the broken hearted and the lingering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you can't play on broken strings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that it doesn't make use of other stars' stardom to bring the album to a new height - that alone, brings it to a brand new height for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;(Actually, I already gave this away in number 2, but what the heck) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;It is honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty much clarified in the title of the album itself, I guess - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs for You, Truths for Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tracks to hit up: Once when I was little, Please don't stop the rain, Love is Hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**Songs to AVOID: Nothing ever hurt like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Generally a very good album - worth your 45 mins 44 secs, especially on a bad day. It has my 4 out of 5.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSy8ZKPhNlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4rRj0UdNXAI/s1600-h/James_Morrison_-_Songs_For_You,_Truths_For_Me_-_Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSy8ZKPhNlI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4rRj0UdNXAI/s320/James_Morrison_-_Songs_For_You,_Truths_For_Me_-_Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272796404176205394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/v3784/Documents/6080148x.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-2446661048011598072?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/2446661048011598072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=2446661048011598072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2446661048011598072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2446661048011598072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-cant-measure-dream.html' title='You can&apos;t measure a dream.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSyxIKduQFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/fctiS0UEIxY/s72-c/james+morrison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-2459512603252602272</id><published>2008-11-25T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T05:56:23.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fedoras are love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSwC0acg01I/AAAAAAAAAZM/YUm24wh8OA0/s1600-h/chewren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSwC0acg01I/AAAAAAAAAZM/YUm24wh8OA0/s320/chewren.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272592363219374930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after this joke, he couldn't stop. - i kinda miss my chewrens from PW. ): how are you guys doing! Don't need me anymore, huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm glad your day was brighter because of my surprise, though my cover is so totally blown. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSwC8Bu7t0I/AAAAAAAAAZU/roScP_zTCvE/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSwC8Bu7t0I/AAAAAAAAAZU/roScP_zTCvE/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272592494024701762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh gosh this is cool - i'm dying to shop for scarves, skinnies (yes, i still don't have any yet), wedges (yes, i still haven't gotten one either), coats and JUST CLOTHES IN GENERAL D:&lt;br /&gt;i need a wardrobe overhaulll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fedoras are love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-2459512603252602272?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/2459512603252602272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=2459512603252602272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2459512603252602272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2459512603252602272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/fedoras-are-love.html' title='fedoras are love.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSwC0acg01I/AAAAAAAAAZM/YUm24wh8OA0/s72-c/chewren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-3949350869472226389</id><published>2008-11-23T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T09:24:33.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have a surprise for someone really soon. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSmQqyczIHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1Ohqw6RkuLc/s1600-h/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSmQqyczIHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1Ohqw6RkuLc/s320/front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271903903585345650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got new sennheiser headphones today - creative has been failing me. ):&lt;br /&gt;running tomorrow; sampan route again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for the week to come:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; b and the econs group&lt;/span&gt; for meeting on monday; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orientation people &amp;amp; daddy &lt;/span&gt;on tuesday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sam &amp;amp; sarah &lt;/span&gt;on wednesday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jolene &lt;/span&gt;on thursday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e!Comm&lt;/span&gt; on friday &lt;33; style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;exco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; on saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;- i hope i don't go broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i don't feel like blogging anything proper tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;So where is the passion when you need it the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sing a sad song just to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know&lt;br /&gt;You tell me don't lie&lt;br /&gt;You work at a smile and you go for a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;You've seen what you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;And how does it feel for one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for those on their internships and having trouble continuing with the spirit they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-3949350869472226389?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/3949350869472226389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=3949350869472226389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/3949350869472226389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/3949350869472226389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-kick-up-leaves-and-magic-is-lost.html' title='You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSmQqyczIHI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1Ohqw6RkuLc/s72-c/front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-2708264071281709531</id><published>2008-11-22T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T08:10:14.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSgqmGbMU6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/Hw1ZoRB1U2I/s1600-h/womanizer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSgqmGbMU6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/Hw1ZoRB1U2I/s320/womanizer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271510197885227938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought of council as a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family members &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;argue. &lt;/span&gt;we&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; fight and bicker&lt;/span&gt;, but we &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;make peace too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i am thankful for having committee members throughout the council term.&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for having people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;to care for&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;learn to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;learn to apologize to&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;learn to admire them for their persistence&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt; and above all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for proving me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it still amazes me till today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;33 e!comm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;though there are some relationships that should just stay professional. friendships don't work everywhere; even if one side is willing, it doesn't mean that the same side should compromise endlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to meet up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;, can't wait for baking sessions with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staf&lt;/span&gt;, can't wait for shopping session with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt;, can't wait for meeting up with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sam&lt;/span&gt;, can't wait for mugging with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jolene&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;did i miss out anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. can't wait to go&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;see my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-2708264071281709531?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/2708264071281709531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=2708264071281709531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2708264071281709531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2708264071281709531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='thankful.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSgqmGbMU6I/AAAAAAAAAY8/Hw1ZoRB1U2I/s72-c/womanizer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-4505852707014004113</id><published>2008-11-21T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:10:32.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>always getting over you.</title><content type='html'>david koh, you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; totally&lt;/span&gt; made my day with that song. (:&lt;br /&gt;thank you and take care, kiddo. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting up with xiuqing was a good idea today.&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to let go; after talking to you and david, i've reached a kind of understanding of what approach i should take to this whole train wreck. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(david, you'd understand this term better than anyone haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we grow from mistakes, if we let it help us grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-4505852707014004113?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/4505852707014004113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=4505852707014004113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/4505852707014004113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/4505852707014004113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/always-getting-over-you.html' title='always getting over you.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1196715248137033857</id><published>2008-11-19T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:03:59.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a note from me to you.</title><content type='html'>Dear SAT and J1 notes, will you accept my apology for being such a negligent parent? Your brother, the laptop has been such an attention hog, it is not to be tolerated anymore. I will not give in to her endless demands; instead, my priorities lie with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, now go clean up. You're accumulating dust, sitting on the table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1196715248137033857?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1196715248137033857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1196715248137033857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1196715248137033857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1196715248137033857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/note-from-me-to-you.html' title='a note from me to you.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1023475694309606159</id><published>2008-11-17T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:12:32.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for the silliest boy I know./  A man now, I see!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;for loh kwan seng, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the most ridiculous boy in the entire world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;- i really think you are, bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;for all the times you emo-ed on Deviantart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;for all the absent moments over MSN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;for all the ridiculous conversations of which some I still save till today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;for the most magical chance for us to be friends, and even though not close friends today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;- but at least we were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy birthday, sexy crays!;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember celebrating with you last year at Tofu's place. ): sorry im missing it this year.&lt;br /&gt;- i'm still waiting for you to make good on your promise eh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Was watching One Tree Hill while waiting for my laundry to dry; i miss the gang.&lt;br /&gt;i really do. ): sigh, its been a year since i've met Von or Liying, ALMOST a year since I've met anyone from the gang - half a year since I've met Wei Khai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(WE ARE SO CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY BEFORE I LEAVE FOR SG AGAIN!) &lt;/span&gt;i'm sad i've kinda drifted apart but i still check Li May, Su Ping and Li Ying's blogs very frequently (almost religiously O:) Perhaps thats how I still feel that connection - that I sort of still am in your life, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to a certain(ly small) extent.&lt;/span&gt; Though the past is glorious, it's the present we're dealing with - why does it always pale in comparison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired from a day of Council work and SAT practice. 19 days left.&lt;br /&gt;i feel fatigued but am strangely inspired to make someone's day brighter tomorrow; and i know just how. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1023475694309606159?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1023475694309606159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1023475694309606159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1023475694309606159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1023475694309606159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-silliest-boy-i-know-man-now-i-see.html' title='for the silliest boy I know./  A man now, I see!'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5256638101171442115</id><published>2008-11-17T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T05:42:00.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little out of my range of patience.</title><content type='html'>honestly i hate having things being so uncoordinated.&lt;br /&gt;- it kinda shows that i'm not doing my job, i suppose. =/ sigh. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hate this part, right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-5256638101171442115?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5256638101171442115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5256638101171442115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5256638101171442115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5256638101171442115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-out-of-my-range-of-patience.html' title='a little out of my range of patience.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5465201229535075164</id><published>2008-11-16T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:38:30.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishes and greetings - tis the season</title><content type='html'>nivia and png for Emit Asia.&lt;br /&gt;xiuqing and navin for SPH.&lt;br /&gt;chin huiyi for NUH.&lt;br /&gt;esti for her law firm thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Temasek Internship Program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PEOPLE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felix and vibhu for Cambodia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A FAREWELL TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Overseas Community Involvement&lt;br /&gt; Program&lt;/span&gt; PEOPLE TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-5465201229535075164?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5465201229535075164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5465201229535075164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5465201229535075164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5465201229535075164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishes-and-greetings-tis-season.html' title='wishes and greetings - tis the season'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-8119047034976098385</id><published>2008-11-16T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:26:48.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSBJI7TqQLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Yz21ZBIqnQo/s1600-h/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSBJI7TqQLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Yz21ZBIqnQo/s320/haha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269291981731414194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thank you b and kamhei for spending the day costume, props and script hunting with me. till this hour, we toil.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what i'd do without two hardworking and caring teammates like you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-8119047034976098385?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/8119047034976098385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=8119047034976098385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8119047034976098385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8119047034976098385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/smiles_16.html' title='smiles.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SSBJI7TqQLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Yz21ZBIqnQo/s72-c/haha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-7782994561260497223</id><published>2008-11-15T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T02:48:34.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hormonal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's a love story, baby just say yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- aiya, shaddap sendy and vee, if I brood on my blog, it's my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass danced with the councilors this morning; i'm aching all over now. ):&lt;br /&gt;gloria jean's coffee is a good quiet place to do work at. (:&lt;br /&gt;cheap coffee too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably spending the night scripting - not that i really mind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;im in a totally-body-aching-but-still-out-and-about-because-i-don't-want-to-be-static mood.&lt;br /&gt;there are a few things that I really don't get about people -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't understand &lt;/span&gt;why when i'm bothered by something and refuse to tell people about it, they urge me to talk about it because 'it makes things easier' - and when i tell them about it, they tell me not tot think about it. like, hello? what's the point of telling you that when I'm just gonna feel the same way. no, it doesn't make it easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't understand &lt;/span&gt;why some people don't support their parents financially when they become adults and have decent income. we see old people working in cafes and toilets, clearing tables and cleaning the loo, telling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; old cleaners that they don't have a place to live because their kids kicked them out of the house. there was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't understand &lt;/span&gt;why Singapore seems to be the only country where the citizens are so tired that they sleep when they travel. - on the bus, on the MRTs and sometimes even in CABS. and yes, i sleep when i travel too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't understand&lt;/span&gt; why China seems to think the internet is such an unhealthy thing - so much so that they have to have an anti addiction program to cure children who are becoming too addicted to the internet. cold turkey internet, anyone? leave the kids alone lah. when they get bored of it, internet will lose its appeal and become just a tool for communication that reminds you of work and deals. that day will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i don't understand&lt;/span&gt; why some people have to constantly compare their pasts and their presents. you're not the same persons. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angsty? maybe. I'm just confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-7782994561260497223?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/7782994561260497223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=7782994561260497223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7782994561260497223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/7782994561260497223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/hormonal.html' title='hormonal.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-629709892843600994</id><published>2008-11-14T02:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:02:54.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SR1MrNgcwpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nmuVjEQCEoc/s1600-h/alamak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SR1MrNgcwpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nmuVjEQCEoc/s320/alamak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268451444337197714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMSing is not convenient. It's a convenient excuse for the retards who do not know how to count cycles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-629709892843600994?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/629709892843600994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=629709892843600994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/629709892843600994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/629709892843600994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/pmsing-is-not-convenient.html' title=''/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SR1MrNgcwpI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nmuVjEQCEoc/s72-c/alamak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-623055595603948322</id><published>2008-11-14T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:18:34.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>white horses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SR0_GvTdH0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/uT0LLRvKjc8/s1600-h/audrey+and+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SR0_GvTdH0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/uT0LLRvKjc8/s320/audrey+and+i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268436524103180098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White horses, Taylor Swift. No Vibhu, she's still not my type of music - i just happened to stumble upon this song on one of the Grey's Anatomy soundtracks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for my meeting, didn't go running, and ended up doing very little of the mugging that I had planned to do. ): today was a very bad day; my body's giving up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck to all the cambodian OCIP peeps. Don't think about the landmines and y'all will be fine and dandy hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- tired. it's back to the books for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-623055595603948322?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/623055595603948322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=623055595603948322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/623055595603948322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/623055595603948322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/white-horses.html' title='white horses.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SR0_GvTdH0I/AAAAAAAAAYU/uT0LLRvKjc8/s72-c/audrey+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1516119641502936495</id><published>2008-11-13T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:34:56.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happyyy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy THAT I GOT TO CHAT WITH &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AUDREY&lt;/span&gt; FOR&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; 4 HOURS&lt;/span&gt; TODAY AND HAD O&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;K&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;FROM &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SECRET RECIPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy THAT I GOT TO &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;STUDY&lt;/span&gt; WITH &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;VEE&lt;/span&gt; AT &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NLB&lt;/span&gt; :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy THAT THE &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CAMP&lt;/span&gt; PEOPLE ARE BACK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even happier that &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm going running tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, followed by &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Orientation video scripting&lt;/span&gt; and more &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mugging tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. mah life is complete! - would be even happier if I could schedule in a time to talk and catch up with David though! But i'll settle for now. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1516119641502936495?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1516119641502936495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1516119641502936495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1516119641502936495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1516119641502936495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/happyyy.html' title='happyyy.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-6442995317093846898</id><published>2008-11-12T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:32:40.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and live the rest of our lives; not together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SRt8wK8c_PI/AAAAAAAAAYM/8KbpYqwKudQ/s1600-h/QQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SRt8wK8c_PI/AAAAAAAAAYM/8KbpYqwKudQ/s320/QQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267941356153404658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 days of leadership training was enough to tire me out - I wonder how the people at SL Camp are doing. Heh, well, I took the lazy way out by skipping the camp. :D Anyhow, it was quite an experience seeing old friends like Samantha and Zong Yao, and making new ones like uh, Gorden and David. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended KI talk yesterday, which thankfully lasted until 1.30pm, instead of the previously mentioned 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the time listening selectively, drawing disfigured cats and cupcakes on Mich's note book. (:&lt;br /&gt;Bused to Far East Plaza with Vibz and Mich; had instant noodles for lunch haha.&lt;br /&gt;The whole of yesterday was pretty much spent to destress before I buck up for my SATs again.&lt;br /&gt;26 days, baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;just returned from a run in the rain. (: made me think of the time david ran in the rain too haha. It was fun; not as traumatizing as people claim it to be, at least. Evidently I evaded all lightning strokes and ended up in one piece, barely panting. I'd say that's a good score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No running partner today, only a study partner - Vee, again. HAHA! We're the two poor souls who need to buck up on SATs instead of revising their J1 stuff/ go training for some overseas tourney/ go shopping for some overseas trip/ uh, go overseas for some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEETING AUDREY TAY LATER FOR TEA :D:D&lt;/span&gt; I like days when I'm kept busy; what I like even more, are days which keep me so busy that I feel fatigued and accomplished at the end of the day :D That's gonna keep me smiling for some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a really intense dislike &lt;/span&gt;(note, I do not say hatred!) for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; emo-looking boys who are clad in all black attire, with their Billabong Caps and emo fringe, pretending to sulk in one corner.&lt;/span&gt; I mean, seriously. What message are they trying to send here?&lt;br /&gt;Fine, so it's public property, you can whine and sulk all your one in your little space but what I really can't tolerate is when they turn offensive. &lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the way they speak in the most improper English ever, not even attempting to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sound &lt;/span&gt;like they are speaking English. I'm seriously not being elitist here - fine, you don't want to sound intellectual, then don't. It's not my problem, it's just yours. So don't go around giving people attitude about YOUR problem. It's just sad, and pathetic. I'm sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-6442995317093846898?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/6442995317093846898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=6442995317093846898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6442995317093846898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6442995317093846898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-live-rest-of-our-lives-not-together.html' title='and live the rest of our lives; not together.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SRt8wK8c_PI/AAAAAAAAAYM/8KbpYqwKudQ/s72-c/QQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1399181834387510182</id><published>2008-11-08T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:29:21.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>running away; where to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SRZaFzqu0_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/1IXfKmNueQs/s1600-h/our+new+running+route+BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SRZaFzqu0_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/1IXfKmNueQs/s320/our+new+running+route+BLOG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266495870071657458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short but exceptionally good run today. (: New routes are exciting! I was supposed to go a continued path towards Sampan PI, but I got lazy haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead, I ran the yellow route and stopped with Vee. After some attempt to convince her that a few more metres won't hurt her, we did the Sampan loop together! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approximately 2.0km and we took 9 minutes? That's pretty decent, I guess. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;"What disrespect and disgrace am I showing you now? We're just talking. There's nothing disrespectful in talking!" The girl rebuked, slamming her palms onto the fragile coffee table that trembled under her might. She rolled her eyes in the direction of the neon green sign that made of Starbucks' famous mermaid icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You had best be careful of the tone you're using here, girl. Don't make me lose my temper in the public." He hissed with a tone of authority. Tapping his fingers against the auburn coffee table again, I felt the man's impatience with his daughter. The disparity in age was hard to miss. His incessant tapping that dulated in rhythm according to this level of anger was actually what caught my attention in the very first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, so I can't even hold an opinion now? Are you going to give me crap about children being seen not heard?" She mimiced a zipping motion as her fingers brushed furiously against her lips. She taunted her father further by pretending to put a lock to the imaginary zipper and throwing the key aside once she was done with it; she was pushing her luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, ther exchange had elevated to a loud bicker - one which warranted glares and stares from the undecided customers that built a line in front of the cashier. Even the barista, who was previously bobbing his head to the snazzy jazz tunes that filled the air, looked up in curiosity when one argument had droned out the rest of the chatter in the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned, half expecting a brawl to break out from this - daughter wrestles father in public cafe. Now that would be a headline to look out for. Though, my grin did not come from the evil intention of watching a fight unfold before my eyes. The father's face was a display of lividity and helplessness, which stood in bright contrast with the daughters' chagrined expression. Obviously, this little rebellion of hers did not upset her father the way she had expected it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they walked out of the cafe to avoid attracting more attention, the cafe was buzzing again with much anticipation in no time. I sat and wondered, when life's too short to defy the people whom you owe the world to, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just for fun. &lt;/span&gt;I wondered too, when was my last visit home not equally defiant when things hadn't gone my way. Conflicts of interests never presents themselves as an easily solvable situation, I suppose. Maturity helps, most definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1399181834387510182?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1399181834387510182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1399181834387510182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1399181834387510182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1399181834387510182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/running-away-where-to.html' title='running away; where to?'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SRZaFzqu0_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/1IXfKmNueQs/s72-c/our+new+running+route+BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1534393659729458185</id><published>2008-11-07T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:17:08.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brainless updates.</title><content type='html'>hsm3 is my feel-good album for the week. it helps me run too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been on a hiatus from all things sports for a bit&lt;br /&gt;- i can already feel my calves longing for a good stretch! (it's surprising sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to running a new route with vee tomorrow. :D praying that the rain doesn't come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to file up things to facilitate revisions. oh how i hate mundane chores. ):&lt;br /&gt;the holiday's been treating me well. I like free time on my hand, but it's bordering on boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Plans for today: SAT vocab revision, econs hols assignment planning, ecomm agenda. (i need to talk to my ecommers soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1534393659729458185?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1534393659729458185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1534393659729458185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1534393659729458185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1534393659729458185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/brainless-updates.html' title='brainless updates.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-3431299025905764911</id><published>2008-11-05T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T02:13:00.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SRFtryothNI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZR2Ra9ozSiw/s1600-h/Rebel_Screw_by_Jezmm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SRFtryothNI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZR2Ra9ozSiw/s320/Rebel_Screw_by_Jezmm.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265110038467151058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rebellious nail! D: &lt; PW is finally over but the elation didn't come thanks to some unexpected backlash from our behaviour. I missed my E!Comm meeting, and felt so tired out by the time I had time to crash, which was good - because I crashed. I've never felt this tired for a while now. If I didn't feel so sore all over, I'd actually think it's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking dawn has been heart breakingly good and I mean it pretty literally. The plot has been pretty heartbreaking and don't you guys spoil it for me! Bio O's tomorrow. Good luck, koh. :D go knock the socks out of the anatomies! Haha. Thank you for taking your time to comfort me in my hysteria again. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I'm still in school, hours after everything ended. Oh - it's Qing's birthday in a few hours! YAY! :D  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;O&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still whirl around and have my biggest grin etched on my face, as if you'd be able to see it and feel my joy too. I still sing the lyrics as if you would be able to hear me. It's truthfully quite haunting. So I decided to throw out everything today- the past and the promises of the future. Now I know why Steph gives away toys from her exes. It's therapeutic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and no, people. I won't tell you what happened. Not even you, pooks.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-3431299025905764911?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/3431299025905764911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=3431299025905764911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/3431299025905764911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/3431299025905764911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/hahaha.html' title='hahaha.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SRFtryothNI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZR2Ra9ozSiw/s72-c/Rebel_Screw_by_Jezmm.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1875341691485436157</id><published>2008-11-04T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:53:27.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smileee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Are you still at Cold Storage?" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reached the hostel. Figured I had better rehearse my lines again so that I'd have no regrets tomorrow for roaming about supermarkets the night before OP. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah ok good you're home liao. Trust me if you were attacked by four guys, there would be no handsome vampire to rescue you; most you get is an old fat malay policeman.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVIDD! D:&lt; Way to crush my hopes uhhh! Haha, good luck for Bio O again, you ridiculousness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. Spent most of my waking moments with my dearest TJ131, rehearsing for our presentation tomorrow. The KI room caused us to perspire like tea bags in hot water. (not that teabags perspire or whatever.)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SRBguaMi0rI/AAAAAAAAAX0/opcZ_K-zmTo/s1600-h/pretty131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SRBguaMi0rI/AAAAAAAAAX0/opcZ_K-zmTo/s320/pretty131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264814314818294450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's plans!&lt;br /&gt;- OP rehearsal (like, the most final rehearsal EVER)&lt;br /&gt;- OP presentation&lt;br /&gt;- Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;- EComm meeting! :D&lt;br /&gt;- Class Outing (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really like smiling at your messages. you make me smileee, mr. davidkoh! (good luck with your strawberry situation though :/) I forgot to wake up early for a swim today damniittt. GAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1875341691485436157?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1875341691485436157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1875341691485436157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1875341691485436157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1875341691485436157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/smileee.html' title='smileee?'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SRBguaMi0rI/AAAAAAAAAX0/opcZ_K-zmTo/s72-c/pretty131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-6087418736342366139</id><published>2008-11-03T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:15:42.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>his golden eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQ8bdXJvWtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Bb8dR3hT654/s1600-h/bannerwithedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQ8bdXJvWtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Bb8dR3hT654/s320/bannerwithedge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264456680664423122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're wounding my ego, Bella.&lt;/span&gt; I'm morphing into an Edward fan - a little late, I admit. But I'm turning into an Edward fan, NOT robert pattinson fan! Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been pretty lazy these few days, resisting much of the thought of having to start the studying engine again soon. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read eclipse in 2 days; apparently my attempts to be s l o w at it was not very successful. (admittedly, I wasn't really trying heh.) But now, i AM attempting to be slower at reading breaking dawn, but not before we get all very prepped up for OP on Wednesday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go down to the west to visit Sarah, Uncle Daniel&amp;amp;April, and David (and tennisboy&amp;amp;strawberry!) - but I guess the discentives got in the way after David called to cancel, and Sarah, having to prepare for Physics and Math, was not so free to meet up afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet up with Png! (: Study date with Vee for SAT! Shopping trip with Vee and Shin!&lt;br /&gt;after OP, we shall. - looking forward to a swim/run tomorrow morning, followed by intensive OP training, and some math revision! (i am oh-so inspired by Jocelyn and PNG's lead on beginning to mug. D:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-6087418736342366139?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/6087418736342366139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=6087418736342366139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6087418736342366139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6087418736342366139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/his-golden-eyes.html' title='his golden eyes.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQ8bdXJvWtI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Bb8dR3hT654/s72-c/bannerwithedge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1481975607527867310</id><published>2008-11-01T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:30:59.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smiles.</title><content type='html'>i just returned from a run with vee again. (:&lt;br /&gt;it feels good to have a partner to run with; and it feels better knowing that there is an afterburn to look forward to :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li ying would say i'm such an oddball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhDRVKDcXQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhDRVKDcXQo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found the video oddly inspiring! (: now that my day has been kick started with a good run, i'm off to town to do a little gift shopping and mugging for my SATs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1481975607527867310?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1481975607527867310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1481975607527867310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1481975607527867310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1481975607527867310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/11/smiles.html' title='smiles.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5875859392316157546</id><published>2008-10-31T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T03:00:56.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQrVZTRK6EI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rQpDGvfoL58/s1600-h/defectivescaps107ef8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQrVZTRK6EI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rQpDGvfoL58/s320/defectivescaps107ef8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263253745181583426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHAIR!&lt;br /&gt;(chuck and blair; chair. get it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored, and i'm stuck at home wondering if i should wander the streets and window shop some more. I really wouldn't mind not having company - not at all. I just feel immensely lazy - with only 4 hours left before i would have to turn the other direction and go home, there really isn't much fun. Tried studying for SATs for a while, but that enthusiasm lasted for only so long.&lt;br /&gt;Read Eclipse, but I have to be careful not to devour it too quickly, so I'm reading. very. slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, it's only the second day of holidays and I'm already out of my wits. School is really for fools like me, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-5875859392316157546?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5875859392316157546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5875859392316157546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5875859392316157546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5875859392316157546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/chair.html' title='chair.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQrVZTRK6EI/AAAAAAAAAXk/rQpDGvfoL58/s72-c/defectivescaps107ef8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-6885488613101269194</id><published>2008-10-30T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:50:03.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melly's funny stumble on an afternoon joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Li-Ying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;. I think I realized it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;when I threw up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;with Paris Hilton&lt;/span&gt; and I saw you &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;hit on my Avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;scarred &lt;/span&gt;enough to e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;understand&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; that I'm op&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt;. I'm returning &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;your ring&lt;/span&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;your suicide note&lt;/span&gt; as a memory. You should also know that&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; I never openly mocked a passionate interest for mice .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Good luck on your short-term leave from jail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; -- liying, don't turn away now! LEMME EXPLAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, this was too funny to not do. :D&lt;br /&gt;I was randomly visiting sites on Sinyee's laptop and i came across this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear (the last person who left a comment on your journal):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___ .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___12___,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Your name-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- please, have fun with it. :D AND TAG ON MY BOARD WHEN YOU DO IT! I want to have a good laugh reading it too :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-6885488613101269194?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/6885488613101269194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=6885488613101269194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6885488613101269194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6885488613101269194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/mellys-funny-stumble-on-afternoon-joy.html' title='melly&apos;s funny stumble on an afternoon joy.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-1368678356556493024</id><published>2008-10-30T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:37:06.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>superficial and HAPPY ABOUT IT. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqf7i0R_bI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NfhEinU9Es4/s1600-h/26102008991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqf7i0R_bI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NfhEinU9Es4/s320/26102008991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263194959843032498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Png and I at Staf's house for GG marathon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFGG&lt;/span&gt; - is not a swear word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stands for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;riginal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;usic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;rom &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;ossip &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;irl. Adorable, no?!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, according to Facebook GG quizzes, I'm Serena Van Der Woodsen. I would think that Steph would make a better Serena than I would. (: Better style haha! I've been arguing with Staf (who got Blair, by the way) that Chuck should be miiineee. Both Jolene and Staf showed such abhorrence towards him in the first place, it's WRONG that both of them became Blair!&lt;br /&gt;(But then again, that fits right into Blair's profile.... WHY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel superficial and shallow now. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy. Happily superficial, and shallow. :D Sometimes, it doesn't take something profound, like the discovery of the reason of our existence, to feel like the ferris wheel is turning up again, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling lazy, so this will be a photo-log of a sort. Besides, it's been pretty long since I've blogged up any recent photos! :D Yesterday was good - out with Vee, Sendy and Shin to watch HSM3. Believe or not, it's more bearable the second time. The songs were definitely not getting old, so that was good. Though, like Joel said, the plot was corny I almost died. But hey! I started realising that Gabriella has a pretty good sense of style. Dinner followed swiftly after a mini-seizure inducing episode of WenShin almost losing her handphone in the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqf7JGKC7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/0gUShiDkmfc/s1600-h/30102008996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqf7JGKC7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/0gUShiDkmfc/s320/30102008996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263194952938687410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vee and I not very elaborately dressed for the occassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqf8QJxSZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zWUuhPgeRX8/s1600-h/301020081015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqf8QJxSZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zWUuhPgeRX8/s320/301020081015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263194972012759442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqf71g7BdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-6jKuj7UePc/s1600-h/301020081005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqf71g7BdI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-6jKuj7UePc/s320/301020081005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263194964862109138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqf7l-15BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RPhxcDpGcHI/s1600-h/30102008998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqf7l-15BI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RPhxcDpGcHI/s320/30102008998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263194960692634642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iced HK Milktea is GOOD. Two thumbs and 'O's up! - eh, the noodle got soggy cause we were waiting for SOMEONE'S cheesebaked stuff to arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(more photos from before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqk2GVgsXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/nE0JiK3RQc4/s1600-h/30092008901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqk2GVgsXI/AAAAAAAAAXU/nE0JiK3RQc4/s320/30092008901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263200363856572786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first day holding the magnificent(ly expensive) Nike Human Race bag! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqk10ZpZtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/rlCkg04V-vc/s1600-h/30092008898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqk10ZpZtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/rlCkg04V-vc/s320/30092008898.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263200359042082514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TJ131 - the most amazing PW group, like ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqk1RP5f2I/AAAAAAAAAXE/LDYLGrn8FIo/s1600-h/22082008760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqk1RP5f2I/AAAAAAAAAXE/LDYLGrn8FIo/s320/22082008760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263200349605953378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snippets from Council Day - felix, wenshin, nivia, mel and sinyee all sweaty and tired after a long night of mass dancing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqk1IgUBII/AAAAAAAAAW8/vRYPKzwxDdU/s1600-h/22082008753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqk1IgUBII/AAAAAAAAAW8/vRYPKzwxDdU/s320/22082008753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263200347258881154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JOLENE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqk049WO_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-FTAl5d4OrU/s1600-h/22082008748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqk049WO_I/AAAAAAAAAW0/-FTAl5d4OrU/s320/22082008748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263200343085693938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stafffff. - we were, uh, put through laborious work before this picture was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqmfDpefDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/KBB-1iIZTFQ/s1600-h/54285919-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqmfDpefDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/KBB-1iIZTFQ/s320/54285919-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263202167021272114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw this trench coat in Forever 21 yesterday :D I thought it would look FAB on steph! What do you think, sis! It's not that pricey either, surprisingly! about 50? (for a trench coat, you've got to admit that's pretty cheap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day started with a good jog (good enough, i suppose) with Nivia to and from KLP. (: Showered, lazed around reading Eclipse - it felt good. The after-run burn, the cool breeze wrapping me in it's indolent carress - yes, it felt good. And it hasn't for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-1368678356556493024?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/1368678356556493024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=1368678356556493024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1368678356556493024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/1368678356556493024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/superficial-and-happy-about-it-d.html' title='superficial and HAPPY ABOUT IT. :D'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQqf7i0R_bI/AAAAAAAAAWc/NfhEinU9Es4/s72-c/26102008991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-356210804788982270</id><published>2008-10-27T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:09:04.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQaAlEgLqcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0wKBMCK68Z8/s1600-h/25012008288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQaAlEgLqcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0wKBMCK68Z8/s320/25012008288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262034588981242306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, what ever happened to this? (and where on earth was nivia?)&lt;br /&gt;I have an hour and a half to cram out IS topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and I texted this morning, after a very long break from talking. He apparently had a lost a friend, and I sympathize. I feel like I have too, like there is a void in the middle of it all - something that we've taken for granted for so long, and once it's drifting away, we begin to notice and our ears perk up in attention. Little do we know that, it is from then on, all is lost. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You lost me at hello.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd determined to make the rest of my JC life count. I don't care if they are on your side, or mine. I'll salvage whatever friendships and ties i have left; the last time I checked, i still had friends to talk to. Friends who cared. (: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm really sorry it comes down to this, or maybe it's just my emotional need to be wanted by at least my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I would wish we could talk, but I know that would be nothing more than a wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;- unless you're interested in proving me wrong, again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-356210804788982270?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/356210804788982270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=356210804788982270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/356210804788982270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/356210804788982270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wonder-what-ever-happened-to-this-and.html' title=''/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQaAlEgLqcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0wKBMCK68Z8/s72-c/25012008288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-6106933571926561628</id><published>2008-10-27T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T07:31:25.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight!</title><content type='html'>ohmyohmy jason mraz is adorable. (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to celebrate the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write the songs that will the make the world sing... in japanese. :D&lt;br /&gt;ahaha! I want to smile like this every night.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be surrounded by loves, friends and music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- and i know how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too bad we no longer talk, or else i'd have so much to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-6106933571926561628?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/6106933571926561628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=6106933571926561628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6106933571926561628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6106933571926561628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodnight.html' title='goodnight!'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-861001646612863127</id><published>2008-10-27T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:51:48.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chuck in real life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQW0E5pP36I/AAAAAAAAAV8/mjdcFq6WhIU/s1600-h/swimming_glasses_by_mightyflup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQW0E5pP36I/AAAAAAAAAV8/mjdcFq6WhIU/s320/swimming_glasses_by_mightyflup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261809735938596770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn't a good swim today. 20 laps and even before I got my momentum going or feel the lactic acid burn in my thighs, rushing blood to my face, I had to leave ): dang it, so anti-climatic.&lt;br /&gt;I was bothered - perhaps, still am. A sharp mind makes of a better tool, hands down. (i'm being all cryptic again, aren't I, Li ying hahah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chuck: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Say those three words, you wanted me to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Blair   : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chuck:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Not quite. Eight letters, three syllables. Say it, and I'm yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Blair   :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; But I'm already yours, and you're ruining this with all your talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chuck: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You can't say it. You wanted it from me, but you can't say it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Blair   :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; But I'm ready to settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chuck: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Maybe I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Blair   : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Chuck Bass... I... will never say those words to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Chuck: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Then you will never have me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've chased you for long enough, it's time you start chasing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fan girl alert!) CHUCK &amp;amp; BLAIR &lt;3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes, people are broken so that they can be whole again. &lt;/span&gt;sometimes people take longer than expected, but they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be whole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they just have to want to be. &lt;/span&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/11415243-861001646612863127?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/861001646612863127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=861001646612863127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/861001646612863127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/861001646612863127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/chuck-in-real-life.html' title='chuck in real life.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SQW0E5pP36I/AAAAAAAAAV8/mjdcFq6WhIU/s72-c/swimming_glasses_by_mightyflup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-6429764505772053148</id><published>2008-10-27T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T03:08:31.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random updates.</title><content type='html'>ah, i feel like working out today. laps in the pool, or around the school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was MEL&lt;3PNG day. spent the day at Staf's house taking a good, long break swooning over chaps from Gossip Girl and screaming about how it was unfair that they are all smart, good-looking AND rich. It's a potent combination, i swear. Anyhow, school holidays are approaching. (with much much anticipation on my side. I don't know how much of those lessons and lectures I can take without imploding because I can't understand what they are saying!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to pack for the pool. (: toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-6429764505772053148?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/6429764505772053148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=6429764505772053148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6429764505772053148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/6429764505772053148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-updates.html' title='random updates.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-3113056934608167717</id><published>2008-10-25T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:41:01.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Bass is Womaniser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJau1Rwwqdw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AJau1Rwwqdw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really amazing how when Britney was down, all the lovers turned to haters. Or rather, the lovers hid in their shells, afraid to proclaim their support for the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she's making a come back, the internet is flooded by ridiculous comments like, "I've always LOVED YOU BRITNEY! GO BRIT! WOOTS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously. Whats up with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- on a side note, chuck bass is hot. (yeah, again.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-3113056934608167717?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/3113056934608167717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=3113056934608167717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/3113056934608167717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/3113056934608167717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/chuck-bass-is-womaniser.html' title='Chuck Bass is Womaniser.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-3294646045823918680</id><published>2008-10-24T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T05:09:29.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIP &amp; climbing up the ladders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;, and i don't need witness to know that i survived.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking for forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i just need light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I need light in the dark as I search for the resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Even if out of the slimmest possibility that I passed my interview today, i'm not going for an internship at SPH anymore. For the several reasons that kept my mom and I on the phone for the longest phone call we've had since last year, I've made this decision and it wasn't easy on me to admit that I'm not good enough for it. My ego took a beating, and so did my courage. But rising above that and all the no-offers for Mazarin and H3s, is all i'm looking forward to right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I need light in the dark, as I search for the resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-3294646045823918680?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/3294646045823918680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=3294646045823918680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/3294646045823918680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/3294646045823918680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/tip-climbing-up-ladders.html' title='TIP &amp; climbing up the ladders.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-3079856174340876758</id><published>2008-10-23T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:26:39.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chronicles of a striving duck.</title><content type='html'>it feels easier, step by step.&lt;br /&gt;thank you david. thank you vee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WR is done.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (TJ131 you rock my socks yo.)&lt;/span&gt; Some people will find this repulsive and difficult to fathom, but I actually LIKE my PW group members. I won't say we spend every waking moment, raving about PW - but we don't infuriate each other to the point of fantasies of murder are born. The mad dash is almost done. In a few hours, we will be piecing in the second last piece of the puzzle, before Oral Presentation completes the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC life has bloated me. (like, literally so.) I've been sitting on my ass, typing away on computers, bordering on the point of negligence for all else that should matter. - with the biggest negligence being my health and fitness. This year hasn't been a medically spectacular year for me; i could fill you in on anecdotes of endless headaches and night spent editing reports, typing out action plans which inevitably leads to a terribly feverish mel. but then again, all these while, all i could wonder was why did I ever stop playing basketball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm plagued. I've been more angry than ever, depressed, confused and befuddled more than ever. Back in Hwa Chong, basketball was remedy. I'm no runner- in fact, i detested the idea of running without a particular motive- which explains the appeal basketball has had over me over the years i spent in hwa chong. Zooming out on a larger perspective, sports as a whole, was probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. Last year, i conquered one of the greatest incapabilities that i had- swimming. Swimming didn't come naturally to me when I was a child. In fact, I was so incompetent in aquatics that my coach threatened to kill me if i didn't learn how to take breaths in between swims by the next lesson. (honest to god!) and of course, with me being me, that was deterrence enough. It was not until last year, had I decided to muster the courage to get back into the water to turn my feet to fins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first day back in the pool was mildy humuliating. I spent most of my time waddling in the baby's pool while my friends swam laps back and forth the olympic sized pool. But of course, after a while, watching and pretending to do laps in that miniscule pool seemed like a waste of my own time and, truthfully, embarrasing.  I secretly contemplated the different degrees of humuliation- the embarrassing act of drowning, and needing the not-so-young-or-hot lifeguard to save me, OR the alternative of continuing to waddle in the safety of the baby pool, whilst jostling through the crowd of little kids during their Sunday swimming lessons? Really, both choices aren't exactly appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i embraced the big girls' pool, even if with much trepidation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i begun swimming at the last lane of the pool, where the embankment is raised high for people to rest their feet on. that embankment, was my parachute, my safety catch. every time i felt breathless, like I couldn't go on, I'm swim towards the side and take a quick break before paddling back into the waters. I played it safe, and felt my stamina go up with each passing lap. before I knew it, i began swimming alone. Everyday after school, i looked forward to my laps in the pool and the solitude i get from swimming - even if it was between huffs and puffs at the end of each lap. did it ever get boring? sometimes, at the beginning. but because of one night, when it all changed, it never ever became a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that night, i decided to challenge myself and take a leap of faith. i was going to swim on the central lane, where there was no safety belt, or parachute - save for the never-watching lifeguard. armed with determination, my trusty goggles and a pinch of fear, I was diving into a realm i never considered possible 3 weeks ago. kicking off was easy; it was towards the middle, when my stamina began to fail me. My breaths between each stroke became elongated, and i could feel blood rushing to my ears. Intuition compelled me to swim towards the embankment but i refused. i kept going, telling myself, "a little bit more to go. it's sink or swim, child. surely, you won't want to be seen drowning in front of these senior citizens right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my feet just kept paddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it became easier. A grin was plastered across my face, in accomplishment after finishing 10 laps. little did i know, this was an addiction in the making. I continued on, blazing through the central lane - paced, rhythmic, regulated and poised. The best thing about swimming is the solitude that comes with it. there are no emo-songs to accompany you, nor is there a chatty friend who gossips in your ear; it was just you, and each stroke will only bring you nearer to your destination. thunderous clouds loomed ahead, and before you knew it, it began to pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first raindrop came down on me as i came up for air after a stroke, serving as a warning bell for me to get out of the pool. though at this point, red hot blood and their companion, the adrenalin coursed through my veins- so i kept swimming. And because of this stubbornness in me, i got to experience one of the most amazing time of my life. Swimming in the rain was like flirting excessively with danger and poking a fire with a stick dipped in kerosene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, it was cleansing, like as though the difference between your tears, the pool water and the rain didn't matter anymore because they are all going to merge anyway. and every breath you take above water, is a chance you take with life. A chance to make a change, to walk away from this storm or to brave it through despite it's perilous potentials. but most importantly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i never felt more alive than that moment when rain fell to cleanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well, eventually, I had to get out of the pool because the lifeguard was being insistent that I get out. life isn't all good, but when the good moments come, we hang tightly and capture everything so that it stays with you to keep you strong. - and if they just won't work for you anymore, it's bloody well a sign for you to put yourself out there again, to feel and be alive, once more.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-3079856174340876758?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/3079856174340876758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=3079856174340876758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/3079856174340876758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/3079856174340876758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/chronicles-of-striving-duck.html' title='chronicles of a striving duck.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-5909755139209932879</id><published>2008-10-22T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:43:54.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in search for the resolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SP9OS6wBE9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/xRbaojE-PY0/s1600-h/2467226043_3418485ee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SP9OS6wBE9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/xRbaojE-PY0/s320/2467226043_3418485ee2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260008976707294162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is me and 700 words to cut for our Written Report tonight. The melancholia ensues, and I'm beginning to lose track of what it is causing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part of me secretly suspects I desperately high maintenance, if only because I break down, and repair myself ever so frequently when a crisis hits me. As trivial as they all seem now, I always remembered them to be of magnified proportions when the doom first befalls us. It's an inevitable vicious cycle that we go through and it just never gets easier to deal with, even if the fundamental problem belying is recurring.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And even if,&lt;/span&gt; you know it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; recurring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;perhaps that is the problem with a wheel or a circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; it's never just a happy note, or a sad note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's always revolving;&lt;/span&gt; going up to a pinnacle of happiness before you begin falling back into that depressing stage - and when you hit rock bottom, you begin to pick yourself up (only because there really is no other way) and brace yourself for a good time ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I really do hate the part when it all comes crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am just biting onto my fingernails, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrapped in the emo-songs that blanket us so well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I know things will look up soon enough, so let us ride through the silence and the nights with solitude as our companions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bones break.&lt;br /&gt;Organs burst.&lt;br /&gt;Flesh tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can sew the flesh, repair the damage, ease the pain. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But when life breaks down- when we break down-  there's no science.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; No hard and fast rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We just have to feel our way through. And to a surgeon there's nothing worse, and there's nothing better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Grey's Anatomy, Season 5 Episode 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;know that the stars are holding you tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-5909755139209932879?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/5909755139209932879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=5909755139209932879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5909755139209932879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/5909755139209932879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-search-for-resolution.html' title='in search for the resolution.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SP9OS6wBE9I/AAAAAAAAAVs/xRbaojE-PY0/s72-c/2467226043_3418485ee2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-2388005877639845319</id><published>2008-10-21T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:23:07.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you can say you don't love me too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/msYVftTIVt/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/msYVftTIVt/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ici/music/MqOeQjvy/nsync_gone/"&gt;Gone - Nsync&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me where will turn to, baby, who will I be?&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are apart, am I still in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Silly boy band song has been getting me all melancholic today.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really feel like typing in full, grammatical sentences, so it'll be a short update. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;woke up late,&lt;/span&gt; had &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a madddd rush to the bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PW presentation was okay,&lt;/span&gt; i suppose. perhaps it's my expectations of the group that leads to the inevitable sigh at the end of each rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;and from now until the WR submission on Friday, I will endure sleepless nights ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KI was confusing&lt;/span&gt; - that subject becomes more and more abstract every time i peel myself away for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;after school, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lounged a bit in the council room, watching Jason Mraz videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had E!Comm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;meeting&lt;/span&gt; till 7&lt;/span&gt;, and ate with the councillors.&lt;br /&gt;(hahah the colours indicate my mood for the happening! cool right :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've been sitting here, can't get you off my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm trying myself to be a man and be strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i've drove myself insane, wishing i could touch your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the fact remains, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-2388005877639845319?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/2388005877639845319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=2388005877639845319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2388005877639845319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/2388005877639845319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-can-say-you-dont-love-me-too.html' title='you can say you don&apos;t love me too.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-8579407534506471881</id><published>2008-10-20T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:14:49.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>musings and a birthday girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SPx1rBt2tJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7Uwg7VKr8-w/s1600-h/DSC00204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SPx1rBt2tJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7Uwg7VKr8-w/s320/DSC00204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259207846917485714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to Vee and Shin about everything and anything, when we made our way back home from dinner today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I began to realise that it is the broken dreams, the shattered hopes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;regardless of whether they were yours or somebody else's, &lt;/span&gt;that builds. Promos were hell; not only because I didn't excel to my best potential, but because people around me crumbled and this time, I could do nothing to help ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm sorry I don't have the words to heal. But you will be stronger after this;&lt;br /&gt;this, I can promise you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the things that really bring you down, and when no one is capable of doing anything to help take the pain away - that sense of solitary pain, and knowledge and acknowledgement of defeat is what you will remember the most. In the distant future, you probably won't even remember what happened, but you will definitely remember the way you felt. Let it mould you, and build your character; but first of all, you must let it in. - happy birthday b. (: i won't say belated; because you can never be too late to start with in the first place. (: this year really sucked huh? well, nobody can truly take your happiness away from you. So you choose: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;wear a smile on your face, and light up a million others&lt;/span&gt; or the alternative of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;letting things keep you down where you can never shine.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;flu symptoms are gone. I think my system if detoxing; that would explain the lack of apetite.&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA MAYBE I CAN LOSE SOME WEIGHT! GRINS!)&lt;br /&gt;busy week ahead;&lt;br /&gt;Independent study proposal,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Veera's Talk,&lt;br /&gt;Temasek Internship Programme Talk,&lt;br /&gt;Oral Presentation Rehearsals,&lt;br /&gt;SAT Prep ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most people think that it’s holding on that makes one strong; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes it’s letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-8579407534506471881?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/8579407534506471881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=8579407534506471881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8579407534506471881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/8579407534506471881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/musings-and-birthday-girl.html' title='musings and a birthday girl.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SPx1rBt2tJI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7Uwg7VKr8-w/s72-c/DSC00204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-9200364664616336761</id><published>2008-10-19T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T07:40:36.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let us make every moment count.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SPtFHpRUUiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/wuT3fa5ipqg/s1600-h/24072008648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SPtFHpRUUiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/wuT3fa5ipqg/s320/24072008648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258872987525075490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found myself in a strangely unfamiliar situation of contemplation;&lt;br /&gt;this coming week, approaching in precisely 1 hour and 35 minutes, will be the last full week we spend as the carefree, let-the-world-hang-half-way-down-the-moon-and-all-we'd-say-is-HECK, and the busy J1s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this phrase has been overused and over-recycled but - time is really, in fact, capable of flying. On a night of reminiscence accompanied by side effects of my medication, I contemplate what I am to feel at this point of my journey through my Junior College (JC) life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exactly 6 and a half more days till the end of J1,&lt;/span&gt; (Half day was declared as a celebratory date for TJ for winning at School Excellence Award. :D hence, the half day.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and all I can think of, &lt;/span&gt;(amongst the common woes of Project Work, SATs, orientation committees, physics tutorial)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is how it all went pass me without me noticing,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and that in 6 months' time, the council room will not be ours to call home to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us make every moment count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;ahh, screw this template. the fonts are finally big enough for normal people to not squint to read.&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i edit some parts the entire thing goes haywire. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;TO TAG, PRESS ON THE line "ALL THIS TIME" on your LEFT. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11415243-9200364664616336761?l=snowballparadise7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/feeds/9200364664616336761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11415243&amp;postID=9200364664616336761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/9200364664616336761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11415243/posts/default/9200364664616336761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowballparadise7.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-us-make-every-moment-count.html' title='let us make every moment count.'/><author><name>melanie(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15412323021799901407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v471/kewl/Picture1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SPtFHpRUUiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/wuT3fa5ipqg/s72-c/24072008648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11415243.post-764809841744758827</id><published>2008-10-19T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T07:21:12.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rummaging through my randomity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIGH &lt;/span&gt;SCHOOL &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUSICAL&lt;/span&gt; 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;LUSIVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;PRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MIERE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp; REVI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SPsgM1oefJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/GGflNoNc6Wc/s1600-h/19102008974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SPsgM1oefJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/GGflNoNc6Wc/s320/19102008974.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258832394812554386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm not one of the crazy, squealing fans you see bombarding HSM cast hatemails/ILOVEYOUPLEASEMARRYME mails. and this is my completely unbiased opinion about it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held the High School Musical 3 exclusive premiere tickets with much thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ripplevox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I instinctively dialed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;XiuQing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, the major HSM fan (who bursts out in squeals and tears sporadically when watching movies) and close friend to head down to VivoCity for the very exclusive screening. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spare you the elaborate details on how we were both late and ended up not having proper lunch; we were greeted by Joseph from MTV Asia and Tobey, a fellow Ripplevoxer there to cover the event for MTV. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The reception area was embellished with HSM related items from life-sized cardboard cut outs of the star studded cast to balloons of HSM colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- red, black, and white. We were passed a pair of tickets and the vouchers for food and drinks. There were some booths set up for people to pose as graduates of East High, and a basketball hoop for people to try their luck at shooting 3 pointers. Even local celebrities like Zoe Tay (if i am not mistaken) were in attendance, linked hand in hand with their young children who were brimming with zeal and a hint of hysteria over the HSM phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage was set and the atmosphere was brimming with anticipation for the actual movie itself. As we roamed around the booths with frozen Swensens ice-cream in our hands, we were taken by surprise by a sudden influx of cheerleaders in bright red and white uniforms, shaking glittery pom poms and ushering us into the cinema for the seating. (: After many failed attempts to defrost my ice-cream, I decided to just abandon ship and chuck the darned thing into a recycling bin. Maybe they'll recycle the frozen icecream too yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SPsgND8pOKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lzNfx_jZoS0/s1600-h/19102008976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SPsgND8pOKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/lzNfx_jZoS0/s320/19102008976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258832398655240354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were seated way before the actual movie began; DJ Harry from Power 98 was also there to host a couple of acts before the screening of the movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;KRS Steppers(?) from NUS, and the Singapore representatives for My School Rocks! came down to perform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and to pump up the energy level in the atmosphere. They were pretty fantastic, I have to say! They danced and cheered to a medley of HSM songs, provoking cat calls and howls from the crowd. Actually, when XQ commented that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HSM is probably one of the very few movies that can be enjoyed by all generations&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I hate to say this but I actually agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe just with the modification of the word ALL to MAJORITY? I really can't imagine grandma watching HSM and swooning over Troy Bolton. (shudders!) Anyway! We also bagged some HSM goodies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SPsgNTN9CkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Or9WlPa3x8s/s1600-h/19102008977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YADRJ8YYTAM/SPsgNTN9CkI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Or9WlPa3x8s/s320/19102008977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258832402754374210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahah, its so funny how we get so excited by freebies :D *carresses notebook excessively* So the movie began after all the fancy hype (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you are a moderate fan, and have not actually had time to find out what HSM 3 is about but are just as giggly and anticipative about it's release on 24th October, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HSM3 is basically about the casts' final year in High School, hence the title - Senior Year.&lt;/span&gt; To end their school year with a bang (literal and otherwise), they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;staging a musical with scenes featuring the traditional prom, graduation ceremony, final basketball match and so on.&lt;/span&gt; Basically, you get the drift - things that happen before you graduate from high school. With high school ending, Troy and Gabriella face the potential threat of being separated from one another.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rate the movie 3 out of 5&lt;/span&gt; actually. As a traditionally non-HSM fan, it is a pretty decent and honest rating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;1 point for the catchy tunes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I don't think I will be able to get the song Now or Never out of my head any time soon. It has a 'We Are All in this Together' beat to it, actually. Youtube it! Also, HSM1&amp;amp;2 basically had 1 song per character and HSM3 is not much different from that. Only difference was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; there were more songs that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;centre around Gabriella and Troy, which was a very, very pleasant relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes they are cute, but when you have them singing to each other every 5 minutes, cute becomes easily overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;1 point for good cheoreography. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- I personally really liked the fact that they brought back the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;basketball cheoreography scenes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:D Those were amazing. Gotta give props to the boys' ability to dance with a prop as volatile as a basketball! You can definitely anticipate a lot of dancing from this installment of the HSM series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;1 point for... less sappiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- HSM 1 was bearable; HSM 2 was actually getting on my nerves and despite the fact that I have a copy of the DVD, I don't actually enjoy watching it a whole lot. It was just.. sappy for my standards. I don't know. Some people may actual contest it and say that Zanessa scenes were extremely sweet, but to me, it was bordering the lines of being a soap opera when they starting singing 'Gotta Go My Own Way'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;HSM 2 was a little bit of a let down because of the lack of a real backbone for the story plot too;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; it was basically about a summer holiday and lacked the depth that HSM 3 offered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Towards the end of HSM 3, I could actually begin to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; that they are graduating and I suppose the emotions do transcend beyond pure acting - the HSM casts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;, in fact, disbanding and this was their final performance together on the big screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; When the camera finally zooms in for the close ups of all 6 main characters, I said to myself, 'Okay mel. This is why you came. This is what makes the movie worth watching.(with the exception of Zac Efrons blue eyes, that is.)' All in all, I couldn't have asked for a better ending. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;For the HSM fans out there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the dancing, the singing, the romance, the small quirky scenes, sudden bursts of songs in canteens, the creme brulees, the basketball action - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;you'll love it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;because HSM 3 brings that and an extra value addedness of teariness. It will be even more enjoyable for you if you've been through high school separation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;You'd just love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;For the non-HSM fans out there, you'll not enjoy it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;unless you decide to let go of that grudge you hold against the inconsistency of musicals and reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is cheesy lah, like how Gabriella sudd
