<?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-216806351192244197</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:36:01.231+08:00</updated><category term='MOVIES'/><category term='sentosa. loves. hearts.'/><title type='text'>rubbishbinandscreamingcrap</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>459</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-5500989021521574957</id><published>2009-03-08T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:06:39.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, im gone. off to WP. &lt;br /&gt;kudos&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-5500989021521574957?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/5500989021521574957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=5500989021521574957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5500989021521574957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5500989021521574957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-im-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-126182784073334097</id><published>2009-03-08T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:28:05.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been up and moving, and pretty busy with life, but i just can't find the energy/time/mood to blog. half of time is spent at work, and what's left of it, is just enough to spread evenly among my friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;i'm just damn glad i can meet up with guides people and i can't wait for dinner with boonyen, yiling and audrey tomorrow. it's been so long we hang up, with just four of us. there's always other people butting into our foursome time together, not that we actually mind, so long we have fun. as for tomorrow, any other people is considered persona non grata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how am i going to wake up tomorrow with daddy and mummy overseas from sunday to wednesday. anyone wish to volunteer their services to wake me up? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;I SAW THE MOST AWESOME DRESS TODAY! (besides than the miss selfridge one)but why must it be so expensive!! )): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;auddd, i can really see the probation thingy going quite smoothly for me. there's nothing. nada. none at all. &lt;br /&gt;remind me what's our bet again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-126182784073334097?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/126182784073334097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=126182784073334097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/126182784073334097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/126182784073334097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-up-and-moving-and-pretty-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-3141072797013304649</id><published>2009-03-03T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:18:52.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>itp: so far so good. pretty interesting and it's very enriching in a sense i guess. getting up every morning and thinking what formal wear to wear is mind boggling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mummy likes to kick a big fuss over small issue the size of a thumbtack. &lt;br /&gt;and in our house, she has the final say. that's exactly like the empress dowager, or maybe worse than that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all hail mummy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM LIKE GETTING PISSED AT EVERYTHING. &lt;br /&gt;and it seems the places where it hurts most, are my weak points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-3141072797013304649?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/3141072797013304649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=3141072797013304649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3141072797013304649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3141072797013304649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/03/itp-so-far-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2575198171656621315</id><published>2009-03-01T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:52:11.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im trying to think what to bring for attachment tomorrow, but my mind's a blank. sorry body, i owe you a sleep debt again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 28th but im not gonna change blog. cause.. i just don't feel like it. &lt;br /&gt;cause im farking tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-2575198171656621315?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2575198171656621315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2575198171656621315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2575198171656621315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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officially finishing academic year 2. but the horror of results are not far from my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FMKT is grace grace! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos.. i havent caught a proper wink ( only short power naps) since 8am of 25 feb 2009. and i guess i'm loving every single breathing moments of it. "it" refers to the limited freedom i have before embarking on my attachment, and before that, NATAS fair at expo. weixuan, you know you love me right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make things short and sweet and bearable for my weary eyes and mind. details as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who: Audrey, Valerie, Alastair, Junwei and Josiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when: 8.10pm, 25 Feb 2009 till 11am, 26 Feb 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what: &lt;br /&gt;-filling of empty stomachs at IMM with guest appearances of Boonyen, Yiling and Yifeng. &lt;br /&gt;-over to roomie's place, and started playing bridge while waiting for the one and only Alastair to grace us with his presence. &lt;br /&gt;-wii session, sponsored by the great Josiah, started. &lt;br /&gt;-Alastair, came shortly after. &lt;br /&gt;-Spotted: Bimbos and Himbos getting all hyped up playing mariokarts. &lt;br /&gt;-and yours truly rocks at bowling.&lt;br /&gt;-Benefiting from the limousine service provided by taxi driver, Alastair, we went to JP, where we discovered two things. 1. Junwei's a horrible ice-skater. 2. There's no proper supper. &lt;br /&gt;-after the pit stop at JP, we decided to make our way to Holland V, for crystal jade and shopped in Cold Storage for quite a while. &lt;br /&gt;-tried finding a place to play badminton and chill. first choice Botanic Gardens,  but only the living dead will visit the floral and fauna at wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;-ventured a little within the rich estate surrounding Botanic Gardens, and were amazed by the vastness of some properties there.&lt;br /&gt;-at the same time, tried pretty hard to find the way out. but it was filled with dead ends and u-turns&lt;br /&gt;-a stroke of genius hits us from nowhere. we decided to find a multi-storey carpark and play badminton/bridge(again)/murderer on the top floor of the carpark. &lt;br /&gt;-when morning breaks, we headed to a nearby kopitiam to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ling kopi/milo/horlicks/teh/bandung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-back to roomie's place, and hang there till time for tanning. &lt;br /&gt;-tanning almost went down the drain as the sun was shy, and everyone's dead tired. &lt;br /&gt;-as though badmintion wasn't enough, aud and me continued to play baskbetball after 15 mins of powernap. &lt;br /&gt;-back to roomie's place again, and it's facial time for aud and me. &lt;br /&gt;-like any typical, young, growing girls, we found the energy to shop for our ITP formal wear. and im pleased to say, thanks to my two personal shopping assistants, im really satisfied with my buyings and more to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, thanks alastair for driving us round. and you're my most favourite. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there.. the summarized version of yesterday/ this morning's events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there after, my parent wedding anniversary dinner, and slumberland for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone/something somehow made me change my mind as to the matter of moving blog.&lt;br /&gt;im really a walkingcontradict&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-2716958348806282132?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2716958348806282132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2716958348806282132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2716958348806282132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2716958348806282132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/theres-freedom-in-air-but-moment-right.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2323242160185524229</id><published>2009-02-23T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:29:55.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM JUST A FEW MORE HOURS AWAY FROM FREEDOM! &lt;br /&gt;and mind you few is an understatement. i certainly hope i did alright for the last 5 papers. in fact i think this time round, i didn't mug as much as preceding times. &lt;br /&gt;so all glory to God here that i managed to finish everything in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to thank everybody. everybody who had a part in making this possible. my family, friends, God, people around me.. everybody everybody thank you!! &lt;br /&gt;( SOUND LIKE TATIANA FROM AMERICAN IDOL!?)&lt;br /&gt;sorry sidetrack!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;these few weeks im seeing God's hands all over my life. and that's the reason why i really love going church. alastair should too, and when he does he better don't act like he doesn't know me, even that means i posted something that spoil market for him, yet again. or rather his market was(and still is) in shambles long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;/grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE MY SISTER IS! &lt;br /&gt;she moved her blog and i don't know the address. horrible horrible sister.. her not me!&lt;br /&gt;having said that, i feel like moving too and the chances of me doing that is pretty pretty high, and when i'm gone YOU CAN'T FIND ME! even you audrey! &lt;br /&gt;/evil grins&lt;br /&gt;(and me being evil doesn't grant you the right to start the whole evil flashing in paula's eyes thing eh ONG LI JUAN!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I KNOW! i'm going to officially move my blog on 28th FEB 2009! cause after careful consideration and thorough analysis ( AND CONSULTING WITH THE OH GREAT FROSTY WHO'S STARING AT ME BLANKLY WHILE I ASK HIM WHEN SHOULD I MOVE THE BLOG), 28/02/2009 will be the end of walkingcontradict. her legacy shall continue somewhere in this virtual world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-2323242160185524229?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2323242160185524229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2323242160185524229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2323242160185524229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2323242160185524229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-just-few-more-hours-away-from.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-3812388439284836846</id><published>2009-02-20T11:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:42:49.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know there are times a few songs will be ringing in your mind when you are still in the subconscious state in the morning. i'm not saying when you wake up from the night's sleep, but a few moments before it. the song "crazy in love" and " the man who can't be moved" (beyonce, the script) kept replaying themselves in my head. &lt;br /&gt;/sidetrack, my head is still spinning since yesterday night till this morning. and if i don't know better, i would have think that we went clubbing last night and i ended up drinking a lot with an empty stomach, but that isn't the case at all.repeat: that isn't the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, while the songs were( and still are) playing in my head, i had the most clear image of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; doing the whole pumping body/beyonce thing along with "crazy in love"!&lt;br /&gt;so it was shock horror shock horror horror horror for me and that was when i decided to wake up. &lt;br /&gt;and here i am, writing this down, while the image is still fresh from the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut hair cut hair. &lt;br /&gt;WARNING: for those who always comment when i cut my hair, it always seemed that i did nothing to it, you better say something else, apart from that, when you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i nearly cried when i saw my hair and saw the locks of hair on the floor. i regret big time. )))):&lt;br /&gt;this is one good time for someone to give me a time-reversible machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SZ55T9eipFI/AAAAAAAABrw/lL0l0RQqX00/s1600-h/DSC04629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SZ55T9eipFI/AAAAAAAABrw/lL0l0RQqX00/s400/DSC04629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304810794916160594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SZ55Tn92gfI/AAAAAAAABro/-flBsj390P8/s1600-h/DSC04630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SZ55Tn92gfI/AAAAAAAABro/-flBsj390P8/s400/DSC04630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304810789141905906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgt the face, see the hair. &lt;br /&gt;I WANT IT BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-3812388439284836846?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/3812388439284836846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=3812388439284836846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3812388439284836846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3812388439284836846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-know-there-are-times-few-songs-will.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SZ55T9eipFI/AAAAAAAABrw/lL0l0RQqX00/s72-c/DSC04629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2255466160792683432</id><published>2009-02-20T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:47:59.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want sleep badly but prissy's still hogging the bathroom, so i shall make good use of my remaining energy and carsick mind to type a really short post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im really favoured&lt;br /&gt;i think zi char are damn good food&lt;br /&gt;i think karaoke really takes mind off things, for eg, exams and a lot of things&lt;br /&gt;i think old school songs are fantabulous&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm pretty satisfied with the american idol's first group results.&lt;br /&gt;i think it would be my first and last time playing card games in a moving car&lt;br /&gt;i think i will barf if my tummy's full&lt;br /&gt;i think car sick feels like drinking with an empty stomach. &lt;br /&gt;i think im going to do something abt my hair soon. soon meaning tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;i think im going to end this now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-2255466160792683432?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2255466160792683432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2255466160792683432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2255466160792683432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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because of the way they look and my over imagination : aud wants to poison me for all the crap i did to her. &lt;br /&gt;having said that, they look good, unlike how i made it sound. so good that i can't bear to eat them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SZtzAZTcu1I/AAAAAAAABrg/1bqc5vaQ-dc/s1600-h/Barneeeeeyyyyy019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SZtzAZTcu1I/AAAAAAAABrg/1bqc5vaQ-dc/s400/Barneeeeeyyyyy019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303959436788546386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aud's creation, unbelievable eh?&lt;br /&gt;we just can't handle the truth! &lt;br /&gt;the rabbit jumped over the clouds and stars, just to give flower his heart~&lt;br /&gt;OK LAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im waiting for auddball to wake up from her beauty sleep and give me a royal greeting before heading down to meet her to pass her b law. &lt;br /&gt;having said that, i hope to see a lot of poor souls online late tonight. to show that they are also up and studying! &lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know im supposed to be studying!&lt;br /&gt;barddd! a good laugh is always welcome~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBKQqQj67tc&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/kBKQqQj67tc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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what is it called again&lt;br /&gt;spread the love yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day is making me eat a lot. oreo cheesecakes, the chocolate boonyen gave, the candies that yiling gave~ and although the food was meant for my mugging, i just keep eating while watching teevee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of oreo cheesecake, i think it's getting better now, especially now i discovered the important catalyst to success in baking cheesecake, the ever crucial factor: electronic blender. &lt;br /&gt;and at night, powerhouse. &lt;br /&gt;the world's really smallll.. &lt;br /&gt;everyone knows anyone&lt;br /&gt;this isn't right, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-7433267963962004537?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=200374890263573557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/200374890263573557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/200374890263573557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/kiss-from-rose-seal-kiss-from-rose-seal.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-1538488543645446037</id><published>2009-02-12T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T16:43:38.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great and mighty is he&lt;br /&gt;great and mighty is he&lt;br /&gt;clothed in glory and arrayed in splendor &lt;br /&gt;great and mighty is he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if yesterday was an ice creamy day, today's a part of yesterday as well. what if i end up like a haato addict like val! this cannot be done! yesterday was just an episode of what lengths will an ice cream addict go for the sake of ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;first, we made our way to suntec, only to realize the outlet wasn't open yet, bussed down to tanglin area, where we realized they are no longer selling waffles ( that i craved badly for), and finally, cabbed down to Holland area, where we frolicked there, and played bridge and taboo till my sister came and drove us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the saying goes, eat and grow fat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do not come to past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seamanship is getting on my nerves, and i feel like burning the notes after the test tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;/war-cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i'm still going to watch my american idol on cable at six. yes people, the beauty of cable. you can watch the episode earlier than people without cable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-1538488543645446037?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/1538488543645446037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=1538488543645446037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1538488543645446037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1538488543645446037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-and-mighty-is-he-great-and-mighty.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2516176178336441703</id><published>2009-02-11T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:20:40.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think roomie has an evil plan up her sleeves. she wants us to turn into haato addicts with her. three tubs shared between 5 people and im snacking on some strawberry champagne now. sinful i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge was pretty fun today. and of all the games we played from daylight till nightfall, there's two games that i just can't get over. not bragging or whatever, but i played the two games with my breath held almost throughout the rounds. holy craap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are round the corner, but my mind is filled with "To have fun plans"! this is real bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a blessing going somewhere to happen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-2516176178336441703?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2516176178336441703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2516176178336441703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2516176178336441703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2516176178336441703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-roomie-has-evil-plan-up-her.html' 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You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from prissy's LJ, which she took from lindy's FB-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspiration eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random in the randomnest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i slept at ten yesterday night, thinking i would be able to wake up to study the next day, cause i thought exam's at 6 in the evening. to my horror, i mixed CRAA timing and UCCD timing up. so thank god peiwen gave me the saving call. that also meant, i didn't really complete my revision. but thank god, i managed to do the paper. hopefully a pass the least.and i've been applying uccd the whole of today. mr potato should be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. went JURONG POINT today to watch CCBB. call me a crybaby as you wish, i cried 4 times or so today. please watch. it's for your own good, you and your aging mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. cause there's no more soft drinks in the fridge, my sister resorted to an alternative, carlsberg beer. i swear it's got nothing to do with me. she brought the can out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-635283661602839048?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/635283661602839048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=635283661602839048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/635283661602839048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/635283661602839048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/as-we-grow-up-we-learn-that-even-one.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-3181495664937031847</id><published>2009-02-08T15:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:20:11.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning, wanting to eat chicken &lt;s&gt;shawama&lt;/s&gt; shapapa. the next time i'm going simpang, i will definitely order that and my all time favorite drink, root beer float. (las, when will you come to the east to have the company that you love so much?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT WATCH CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT EXAMS TO FINISH FAST!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MORE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cny's gonna end, so will my gambling spree. i guess, this's the best cny i have in singapore so far. of course, last year's cny is unbeatable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to LORH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;done with b-law *does hoola dance from tribunal age and a victory march from my dining room to bedroom and onto my loving bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay strike that victory march thingy. something made me stopped dead in my tracks. &lt;br /&gt;BEAT! HOW COULD YOUUU!!?? &lt;br /&gt;all the nicknames you gave me are not applicable at all! &lt;br /&gt;and what tips! no such tips!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-3181495664937031847?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/3181495664937031847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=3181495664937031847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3181495664937031847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3181495664937031847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-woke-up-this-morning-wanting-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-7938293620616775790</id><published>2009-02-07T10:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:59:31.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a tgif that i thought was not possible, due to the impending project deadline and exams, proved me corrected as i went out with yiling and boonyen yesterday. the whole day was a whirlwind and honestly left me standing, still is, in awe how fickle minded and bloody random we are. &lt;br /&gt;it started off the moment we left school and headed to beat's sister's bball match, which we played...only after the whole game, which got us wanting to play more, and hopefully we will be able to play today after simpang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to Queenstown Sec with the team and had a guided tour by the old alumnus of Quest, boonyen. going back to a secondary school and watching the bball match makes me want to go back to my old secondary school days, when life is just about studies, friends, and fun. when hardly anyone can fault you for flawing and faulting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was also the day that i had enough of travelling. as though these two places don't require much travelling, we bussed over to far east after dinner that consisted of fuzhou fishballs that i love a lot. and at some point, yiling suggested st james. so it was shock shock horror horror and okays from boonyen and i. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the most &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;amazeeng thang&lt;/span&gt; of the whole impromptu let's-go-clubbing-thing, is that the three of us bought new top/dress/heels for some other reasons, and we decided we should put them into good use for the special night. speaking of my top, im darn in love with it. (by and yl should know it well). i'm head over heels and heels over head with holy sacred top that i bought, almost without hesitating and i donned it in a pulse or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trip to st james was seemingly short when time on the bus was spent on camwhoring that boonyen never seemed to get tired of. and st james is a little boring. but there's this magician,charm, who entertained us. well, he, as his name suggested, charmed the socks(not that we are wearing) off our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for records, i'd like to clarify some misunderstandings and misconceptions that arose last night when i was out with yiling and boonyen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm so not a clubwhore, i was merely fulfilling yiling's desire, like how i fulfilled her wish of braiding her hair&lt;br /&gt;2. boonyen,i'm definitely not a tyrant in relationship!&lt;br /&gt;3. i dance like a fool and yes i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. do not reveal the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UNSPEAKABLES&lt;/span&gt; i said, or maybe even did last night. &lt;br /&gt;and in case anyone's wondering, i wasn't drunk at all against many's wish to see me get drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love my queen B. and ma jie&lt;br /&gt;hohoho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm starting to love my class too, when half of it starts bonding over 21 in school. and i do mean school: lecture halls, classrooms, foodcourt, anywhere that has tables and chairs. &lt;br /&gt;but, year 2 just ended without giving it much credits. year 3 will just keeps getting better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-7938293620616775790?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/7938293620616775790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=7938293620616775790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/7938293620616775790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/7938293620616775790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/tgif-that-i-thought-was-not-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2690525729863377065</id><published>2009-02-05T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:34:35.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school ended early, but not that early as three of us were attempting bee-lor project. &lt;br /&gt;but that's not the main event of the day. so supposedly ITP placement is out on sas today, but for me, and some other counterparts, our sas is as blank as a plain A4 paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how did i get to know about it? quick ask me. okay i'll tell. &lt;br /&gt;aud was over at my place and we were happily eating dinner, when yiling called and dropped the bombshell on us and our asam fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's perfectly alright to cry when watching bride wars! (staring at khad)&lt;br /&gt;im a softie../shy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-2690525729863377065?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2690525729863377065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2690525729863377065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2690525729863377065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2690525729863377065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-ended-early-but-not-that-early.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2659952632980717438</id><published>2009-02-05T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:27:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap you seem to be up to something, playing some games i know that i might lose. &lt;br /&gt;but then again, i maybe over paranoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. im not a walkingcontradict for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you jesus you are my wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-2659952632980717438?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2659952632980717438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2659952632980717438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2659952632980717438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2659952632980717438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/crap-you-seem-to-be-up-to-something.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-4975625503207150957</id><published>2009-02-03T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:23:48.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some overdued photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheyiKzh8I/AAAAAAAABq4/RQw5yglvsik/s1600-h/n825351771_1270466_2589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheyiKzh8I/AAAAAAAABq4/RQw5yglvsik/s400/n825351771_1270466_2589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298589183859984322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big smile when im with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheX8Vm9zI/AAAAAAAABqw/-IhE211fzNE/s1600-h/n825351771_1270468_3406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheX8Vm9zI/AAAAAAAABqw/-IhE211fzNE/s400/n825351771_1270468_3406.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298588727028152114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look like my sister, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheXxbdJ1I/AAAAAAAABqo/ZAJn1GI06Kg/s1600-h/n825351771_1270464_2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheXxbdJ1I/AAAAAAAABqo/ZAJn1GI06Kg/s400/n825351771_1270464_2031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298588724099884882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheXle2VoI/AAAAAAAABqg/Vc0b4ZSiwLs/s1600-h/n825351771_1270463_1749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheXle2VoI/AAAAAAAABqg/Vc0b4ZSiwLs/s400/n825351771_1270463_1749.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298588720892892802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheXhTQ0gI/AAAAAAAABqY/3vWokkbnmms/s1600-h/n825351771_1270400_9334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheXhTQ0gI/AAAAAAAABqY/3vWokkbnmms/s400/n825351771_1270400_9334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298588719770554882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheXXzmEcI/AAAAAAAABqQ/qxV3x6ui-gg/s1600-h/n825351771_1270399_9074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheXXzmEcI/AAAAAAAABqQ/qxV3x6ui-gg/s400/n825351771_1270399_9074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298588717221810626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYhgwUD9aZI/AAAAAAAABrY/MdpWY7rFtrY/s1600-h/P2901090004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYhgwUD9aZI/AAAAAAAABrY/MdpWY7rFtrY/s400/P2901090004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298591344736692626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me braiding kendrick's hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYhgjxqtMhI/AAAAAAAABrA/Dx8enQ6lsyc/s1600-h/P2901090001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYhgjxqtMhI/AAAAAAAABrA/Dx8enQ6lsyc/s400/P2901090001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298591129345536530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiwen braiding kendrick's hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYhgj2PXB8I/AAAAAAAABrI/k8XXH0fVmSU/s1600-h/P2901090003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYhgj2PXB8I/AAAAAAAABrI/k8XXH0fVmSU/s400/P2901090003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298591130573014978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the masterpiece by peiwen and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plan not to watch the two singaporean-made movies out in the cinemas now was officially spoilt. love match is a pretty dumb show to me,and same goes for the wedding game that i watched just last week before going to REBEL. &lt;br /&gt;i think i should just stick to hollywood show no matter what. there's a reason why hollywood is so fabultastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-4975625503207150957?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/4975625503207150957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=4975625503207150957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4975625503207150957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4975625503207150957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-overdued-photos-big-smile-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYheyiKzh8I/AAAAAAAABq4/RQw5yglvsik/s72-c/n825351771_1270466_2589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-477996288955178844</id><published>2009-02-02T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:16:06.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cause &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audd wants to be kate hudson and i want to be anna hathaway.&lt;br /&gt;as soon as we chose our characters, we know it's meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;that we are BFF,&lt;s&gt;sadly&lt;/s&gt;happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYb_gpR2WPI/AAAAAAAABqI/7VAgz5F5-TA/s1600-h/217347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYb_gpR2WPI/AAAAAAAABqI/7VAgz5F5-TA/s400/217347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298202947949582578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bride wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYb_gUlXjOI/AAAAAAAABqA/PTh0uYzuDRs/s1600-h/Barneeeeeyyyyy016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYb_gUlXjOI/AAAAAAAABqA/PTh0uYzuDRs/s400/Barneeeeeyyyyy016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298202942394305762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. im still thinking of the ten reasons love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-477996288955178844?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/477996288955178844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=477996288955178844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/477996288955178844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/477996288955178844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYb_gpR2WPI/AAAAAAAABqI/7VAgz5F5-TA/s72-c/217347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-4798579153980545465</id><published>2009-02-01T01:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:04:39.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im waiting for the NINE to come out! it's gonna be a long wait, seeing that it hasn't even finish its production yet. &lt;br /&gt;star-studded movies are worth the watch really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a relaxing and really enjoyable day out with roomie, jun and jo. "luckily" for alast, val's cam died on her and we can't find a disposable camera. OH WELL~ &lt;br /&gt;other than that, heaven smiles at us, giving us the breeze, and clouds, and well.. the peace and serenity that i have been craving for these few weeks while rushing for projects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with 7 hours of sleep left, i'm going to jump into bed right the moment the light on my computer screen goes off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing, directions and me repel each other. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;i love going church and listen to pastor prince's preach.truly truly amazing. &lt;br /&gt;so yesterday was the relaxing day out. &lt;br /&gt;it's just island creamery, botanic garden, bridge, madjack and long bus ride home. &lt;br /&gt;and to take the wrong bus home from tampines interchange even after taking that bus service for all my life, is pure idiocy. &lt;br /&gt;laugh all you want at my direction sense. &lt;br /&gt;/embarrassed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how ignorant can i get. &lt;br /&gt;i just got to know my cousin got engaged for over a year already. &lt;br /&gt;why doesn't anyone inform me about such things? &lt;br /&gt;or is that i just can't be bothered. &lt;br /&gt;i just want my oldest sister to get engaged, and get married soooonnn! &lt;br /&gt;cause:&lt;br /&gt;i will have angbao from her&lt;br /&gt;i will have a niece/nephew from her&lt;br /&gt;i will get a bigger share of the room&lt;br /&gt;i will see hello kitty no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-4798579153980545465?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/4798579153980545465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=4798579153980545465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;despite sleeping for the last four to five hours, i still owe a huge sleeping debt. i think i'm going to crawl back to my bed that my mum complains there's too many soft toys right after this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the five of us, peiwen, boonyen, khad, marina and yours truly, are ORH-SOOMMME!&lt;br /&gt;last minute work isn't something to be proud of. but damn! who completes a report in less than 48 hrs time!? tell me how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not that cool when the weight of your eye bags gets heavier and the shades of the eye rings increased by another tone. but stilll~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYMVO_kXEOI/AAAAAAAABp4/xGn3j9vDn9E/s1600-h/n700198091_2093633_4003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYMVO_kXEOI/AAAAAAAABp4/xGn3j9vDn9E/s400/n700198091_2093633_4003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297100934044127458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little long overdued from cny. i know i don't look like myself. &lt;br /&gt;the very very last minute meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just read the blaw project requirements and the information, and i just kept laughing. how not to with "OH BAH MA", "JOEL PAI GEN","DEMOGRAD", "REPUBLIC","SARAH PEILIN" and "HOCKEY MUM"?! one look at that i know it's highly related to Nov 4th 08. that asides, it looks a little tough to me. and i wouldn't want to risk leaving the work till one day before submission. &lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-955764399192393285?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/955764399192393285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=955764399192393285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/955764399192393285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/955764399192393285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/despite-sleeping-for-last-four-to-five.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SYMVO_kXEOI/AAAAAAAABp4/xGn3j9vDn9E/s72-c/n700198091_2093633_4003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-1720152692503971570</id><published>2009-01-27T11:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:27:16.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm amazed at myself. right now as i stare deep into my laptop lcd screen, i wonder what on earth im doing up at nine when i just went to sleep at four this morning. but surprisingly, im wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;i'm also thinking i'm gonna be maimed at least three good days. the blisters on my feet are killing me. &lt;br /&gt;boo for that. ):&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, i should be staying at home while they come and visit my parents, unless marhjong is still on at ziqi's place &lt;br /&gt;moo for that.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! it was really reunion yesterday at my maternal grandparents' house. yesterday was the first time i met a cousin that i always heard about, but never met. even if we did, he only seen me in my diapers. /shy. it's weird to hear myself calling someone "kor" when i've been one of the eldest grandchildren in the family all these while, and all my other cousins are younger than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SX6GcHYuo_I/AAAAAAAABpY/NSQhj9_PgH0/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SX6GcHYuo_I/AAAAAAAABpY/NSQhj9_PgH0/s400/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295818029411509234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SX6GceujstI/AAAAAAAABpg/S7C0oHq0rJI/s1600-h/IMG_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SX6GceujstI/AAAAAAAABpg/S7C0oHq0rJI/s400/IMG_0584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295818035677082322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SX6GciqaFNI/AAAAAAAABpo/LwE_kpTDJEc/s1600-h/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SX6GciqaFNI/AAAAAAAABpo/LwE_kpTDJEc/s400/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295818036733416658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the youngest in the family. pretty? &lt;br /&gt;guess the genes run in the family. &lt;br /&gt;/blush&lt;br /&gt;(i'm so getting booed i bet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SX8ZnWS44UI/AAAAAAAABpw/mwCwtQzXYq4/s1600-h/IMG_0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SX8ZnWS44UI/AAAAAAAABpw/mwCwtQzXYq4/s400/IMG_0586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295979850601390402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "toy" during cny for four years in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to screaming "dont want to miss a thing" by aerosmith with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know my theory about wanting to club when im facing project stress? it's tested and proven. resolutions really don't count, do they? while we are at that, it's new year, so all those drinking done doesn't mean that my resolutions are being broken right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;@ ziqi's house&lt;br /&gt;-stupid chance. tiao zeng don't know how many thousand times. &lt;br /&gt;-i met ziqi's bf. and hearing ben woon and chance woon talk makes me think that im hearing chance talking to chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back home&lt;br /&gt;-the looks on darrel and shaun's faces, after they found out me and prissy are sisters, are classic&lt;br /&gt;-avalanche makes me want to pee in my pant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-1720152692503971570?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/1720152692503971570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=1720152692503971570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1720152692503971570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1720152692503971570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-amazed-at-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SX6GcHYuo_I/AAAAAAAABpY/NSQhj9_PgH0/s72-c/IMG_0577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-483225494914362261</id><published>2009-01-26T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:20:08.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's the year of the OX. and as khad will put it, THE COW. &lt;br /&gt;☆╭┐┌╮☆°．﹒ &lt;br /&gt;╭┘└┘└╮∴°☆° &lt;br /&gt;└┐．．┌┘───╮∴° &lt;br /&gt;╭┴──┤HAPPY ├╮ &lt;br /&gt;│ｏ　ｏ│牛YEAR │●° &lt;br /&gt;╰┬──╯　 　 │ ∴°﹒ &lt;br /&gt;☆ □|□/□□□□□/∴☆ &lt;br /&gt;apparently, cherrie came up with this. im giving her the benefit of doubt now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steamboat was once again a big affair, with plenty of leftovers. the Lim family steamboat makes other steamboats blush in embarrassment. &lt;br /&gt;and despite efforts to avoid any alcohol as at the start of 2009, the cups of wine still came forth to me. worst thing is, i think i drank the most. bet that accounts for the stupid mistakes i made while playing mj just now. i za hu once, threw too many "winning" tiles to my sisters. but strictly speaking, it's not my fault!&lt;br /&gt;those "winning" tiles will just affect my "winning" suits! see the logic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone out there, BLESSED COW YEAR (: and collect alot alot of angbaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-483225494914362261?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/483225494914362261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=483225494914362261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/483225494914362261'/><link rel='self' 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sorrowfully doing my project, when the sudden urge to the exact above came surging in my bloodstream. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i thought this kind of notion should come after the cny money comes in. maybe.. &lt;br /&gt;i will just head out for a little while before reunion dinner. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, after the sumptuous dinner mummy prepared yesterday night, i headed over to hengyi's place where the 05 ppl are having steamboat. undoubtedly i feel out of place and weird, but all for the stupid square headed brother of mine. what to do? it's all included in the terms and conditions of the friendship package. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! i want to go overseas with friends badly! i was just looking at my japan, china, hongkong, bali photos and i miss the feeling of going overseas alot! how how how! anyone in the mood for HK?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-2734328578351640233?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2734328578351640233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2734328578351640233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2734328578351640233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2734328578351640233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-hand-is-itching.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-5726042112069950893</id><published>2009-01-25T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:37:25.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is grace,&lt;br /&gt;this is love.&lt;br /&gt;favor smiles at me from above.&lt;br /&gt;this is more than I can imagine, or ask for.&lt;br /&gt;I will give You my hand,&lt;br /&gt;and You cherish me till the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-5726042112069950893?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/5726042112069950893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=5726042112069950893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5726042112069950893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5726042112069950893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-grace-this-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-6513988796439467766</id><published>2009-01-24T13:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:13:39.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i'm really glad that i went service yesterday. it's not every service that has fireworks and a musical that well deserved a standing ovation. although the sermon was the same as Thursday's chinese and hokkien service, i think there's a different feel and revelation when it's preached in english, i meant singlish. &lt;br /&gt;not only that, what was being preached is a "NOW" word for the people, coinciding with the festive season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new creation church is really blessed, with talents and a crowd that is so hungry for God's words. initially, i thought it's a friday night, people may not make it from work and other plans. but, the stadium was pretty packed (except the part behind the backdrop), and the same goes for rock auditorium,and overflow rooms on level 4 on 6. our church so needs one-north ssooonn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SXq_ZcYAbBI/AAAAAAAABpE/JZ0fWZGhjzw/s1600-h/complicatedmrtlines1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SXq_ZcYAbBI/AAAAAAAABpE/JZ0fWZGhjzw/s400/complicatedmrtlines1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294754755761957906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this possible? it's just another 7 years..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-6513988796439467766?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SXq_ZcYAbBI/AAAAAAAABpE/JZ0fWZGhjzw/s72-c/complicatedmrtlines1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-5299448547806608082</id><published>2009-01-24T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:07:59.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you! If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i like to do quizzes when i'm bored. that explains now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i like to listen to oldies, cause i think they are a lotbetter than some of the pop songs now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. when i eat mnms, i eat the red first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i still don't know how to swim at this age, which is a sad thing. but despite that, i love sea activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i love walking alot, especially walking alone with my ipod on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i used to hate chili when i was younger, but i adore them now. same goes for vegetables. though i still hate the taste of cucumber, tomato and celery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i have short interest span in almost everything. so if something really keeps me interested for a long long time, it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i love reading books and writing with a pen, cause it makes me feel smart. this includes chinese novels as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. when i was young and there were those assessment books, i love it when i completed all of them, cause, it makes me feel smart.  how nerdy i was back then right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i dislike wearing teeshirts cause i think they suffocate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. i vandalise any tables i sit at, as long i have a pen/pencil in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. cause i have a double decker bed at home since we first moved it, my sister and i would playing camping in the lower deck and hanging the blankets down from the upper. and since we didn't switch on the air con or the fan, we were sweating like crazy inside the "tent", especially after jumping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. my hand and eye coordination suck balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. i want to go to one different country every year. two if possible. Malaysia and Indonesia not counted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. there are three stages that i can be in when im sleep deprived or super tired. the first will be, i will stone or zone out. after this stage, will be the cranky and irritable stage. then following will be the crazy and "drunk" stage. don't let me get to the last stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. dogs made me scared, and i would jump onto a chair when i see them in my younger days. but, me hearts dogs now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. i can be pretty anti social most of the times, contrary to what many people believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. i have a thing for velvety or silky stuffs. don't everyone love them as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. i used to have 10 ear holes, but i closed them all, except for 4 of them that i love the most. what can i say, cheap thrills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. OH! i love love cheap thrills! cause they are cheap and they make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. a good laugh is always welcome anytime, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. i have weird cravings at the most randomnest timings. like now, i feel like eating durians and tau huey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. i have a lot of weird dreams, and i realized most of my dreams have kids in them. aud n pw will know about this. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. i can be damn fickle minded, and changes my mind like a girl changes clothes ( think katy perry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. this i have to agree with auddd. i have some of the bestest people around ever! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag no one. i was bored!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-5299448547806608082?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/5299448547806608082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=5299448547806608082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5299448547806608082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5299448547806608082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-youve-been-tagged-you-are-supposed.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-7425532819689507610</id><published>2009-01-23T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:32:53.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to sleeppppp! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead of going home and rest my baggy eyes(new name for eye bags), im here typing away, in the freezing cold library, with someone in the next computer terminal breathing so loudly, like a dinosaur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i have three hours before going church, i decided to make full good use of time to do project, while waiting for szeying. but somewhen between the start till now, my brain has stopped functioning normally due to the artic cold atmosphere here. so much for saving electricity, the air con here is blasting at full turbo. or maybe it's because there's only a few pitiful souls around here on this beautiful TGIF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as anyone with a pair of eyes can see, i had a little trip to little india with boonyen and peiwen yesterday. (okay, you can't really see, but use a little imagination!) honestly, i would say that we finished combing almost the whole of little india, starting fromn farrer park and ending at bugis, all for the sake of peacock feathers,and some indian delicacies for our UCCD project. i also ate my first or maybe second chapati! ;D so stef, that's the reason why we are so excited about that round piece of flour.&lt;br /&gt;so just this week alone, i've been to chinatown and little india, and i was reaaallyy close to going paya lebar and aljunied area this week as well! heritage tour, you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, my fingers( which i realize, are really stubby) are going to freeze and drop off from my equally pudgy palms. but nothing is gonna to stop me from saying this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAPHAEL NG JIAN NENG SUCK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peacock tail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SXii9mgC0jI/AAAAAAAABok/6Dn4uJ63qqc/s1600-h/IMG_0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SXii9mgC0jI/AAAAAAAABok/6Dn4uJ63qqc/s400/IMG_0617.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294160541164687922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SXij3zOGhVI/AAAAAAAABo0/cY5VwZyLRdE/s1600-h/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SXij3zOGhVI/AAAAAAAABo0/cY5VwZyLRdE/s400/IMG_0624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294161541011506514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-723910600942563436?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/723910600942563436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=723910600942563436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/723910600942563436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/723910600942563436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SXij4Qeks_I/AAAAAAAABo8/-wWTpSD5axE/s72-c/IMG_0611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-401841141852103892</id><published>2009-01-21T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:43:37.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so weird so weird so weird. no feelings no special missings. nada. it is over i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i misplaced my thumbdrive by leaving it at BIZ-IT today. but all glory to God, weixuan was the one who found it!! thank you xuan xuan! and thanks to cherrie and peiwen who went the extra mile to help me find my thumbdrive. &lt;br /&gt;ai ni men long long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again. so weird, really. is it just buried somewhere in my heart? or is it the fire is no longer burning.i know i sound like an emo person. but yeah. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-401841141852103892?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/401841141852103892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=401841141852103892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/401841141852103892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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happy and feel so victorious when i see that pest flipping on its back, kicking its hairy legs up in the air like it's waving a white flag after running around the living room even after being crippled by me, and breathing its last final breaths and praying its last final prayers for its babies lurking somewhere (probably in this flat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of it lying there in the dust in, with two of its legs stick to the newspaper roll just makes me have the great sense of satisfaction and joy that cannot be explained in pure words alone. you should see the smile on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-6262236857643016595?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/6262236857643016595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-6179534430100064428</id><published>2009-01-20T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T01:36:07.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think she is inspiring. the setback was huge and came as a blow to her. but she's recovering fast, and with not much bitterness than sweetness that came along as that special chapter of her life came to an abrupt, yet foreseen, ending. &lt;br /&gt;so she has mourned over it, nonetheless, she still had her sanity with her, though her drive was low. &lt;br /&gt;i know chocolate and a note isn't enough to fill that missing void. and i'm glad she has her friends who sticked by her and accompanied her when she's at her lowest peak of her life by far. &lt;br /&gt;love you dear baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos. my cny shopping is more or less done. i want that that that dress! )): but it can cost me more than a week's allowance. credit crunch my ass. all the places that i went these few days are filled to the brim with people like there's a hello kitty queue at every corner of the malls. needless to say, chinatown was pure siao-ness. so i just need bangle/earrings and shoes to complete the whole outfit. hehehe. when it comes to cny clothings, there's no reason as to why we should shop. it's just logical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for exams, i can see where the project work is heading, but it's up to us, the unbeatable 5 to pull some crazy stunts again to complete the project right on the dot and nothing less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't for CNY food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-6179534430100064428?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-1558155736057208296</id><published>2009-01-17T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:46:40.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in the midst of all the project deadlines stress and the pressure of not buying cny clothes yet, i took some time out after school on friday to head over alast's place, with valerie, junwei and josiah, to paint our supposedly second home. right las? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the painting escapade was definitely an experience and something for a change. seems like i can really fulfill my possible destined profession as an interior designer or take on mummy's family business. anyway, throughout the whole evening, there were a lot of singing, like roof's on fire(;D), and i can't live without you(Belgium version, featuring alastair. headed over to din tai fung after one final round of fencing and cornering of the boy who survived death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, thank god all time favourite survived his dangerous stunt and escaped the whole accident with just his neck traumatized, as he puts it. can't imagine monday breaks without you alast, i know you're reading this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more sorrow tone, the relationship that i was betting to be forever, just ended like that. i hope that poor girl will be more than just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-1558155736057208296?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/1558155736057208296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=1558155736057208296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1558155736057208296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1558155736057208296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-midst-of-all-project-deadlines.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-4157095340363982167</id><published>2009-01-16T08:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:05:25.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me what on earth am i doing in class when there's no class! i could snuggle in my bed for a longer time on TGIF. i hate this part the most, considering i owe my bed a huge debt for not using it to its full potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that, i can only blame myself for playing too much of guess the sketch late last night. to top things off, i was running on sleep deprived mode the whole day. nonetheless, i summoned all the energy i left and headed out with the ever-worsening eye bags to meet auddy for some ikea meatballs, and fully exploiting our time there doing stuffs we wouldn't want to be caught dead doing in orchard road. but, since i have an accomplice guilty of the same moronic actions, i don't feel half as bad goofing in ikea. popped by giant to scout for food, and after pushing the trolley(for the sake of pushing one), we eneded up with only two egg tarts before we called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss just going out with aud like that. for these few weeks, we didn't really haed out with just two of us, or that both of us have prior engagements or that my bff hates going out with me. so audd baby! can we have more 二人世界time together please!&lt;br /&gt;sunday sunday sunday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to word challenge nowzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-4157095340363982167?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-3792727798793855573</id><published>2009-01-14T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:27:38.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have began my arduous journey of projects since yesterday,after attaining enlightenment that time is short, i need to get my ass down to work and stop procrastinating. but the progress is miserable as the pathway to become project-deity is filled with distractions like friends and games. i need to meditate, but deep down inside i know the attempt is futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh screw it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home after school,with every intention of completing what i left off the last night, but due to unforeseen circumstances, in this case episode 15 of gossip girls, things are left the way they were last night. and then came the friendship commitment where i have to go john little's sale at expo to buy a certain &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thang&lt;/span&gt;,but ended up shopping for 5 hours straight for almost everything(including bedlinen).seriously! who on earth shops at JLS for 5 hours!!?!! it's like mission impossible accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i reached home i thought i was filled with motivation and drive to start on the piling workload, i saw this really fetching and interesting book on the table, The Marriage Book: How to build a lasting relationship. yes it's doesn't concern me, at least not now. yes, it's sounds a little corny even to me. and here comes the big "BUT", it's...as i said, interesting and out-of-the-ordinary. so, don't be surprise if i just pull the book out and read when i'm bored, cause the chances of me doing that is just too high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i should change my profession to be a marriage counselor (: &lt;br /&gt;audd baby, anything to say about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-3792727798793855573?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/3792727798793855573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=3792727798793855573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3792727798793855573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3792727798793855573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-began-my-arduous-journey-of.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2192270897179122759</id><published>2009-01-12T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:10:47.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay time check. i just spent the last half an hour, catching up on JustJared, and people-with-free-time-that-can-be-used-on-more-productive-things-such-as-projects should be shot dead,well, for wasting precious time. but it will be just too shameful to let reports on Golden Globes Award just go to waste like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, by far, is one of my favourite days of the week, contrary to popular phrase"monday blues". granted, it's defintely heartwrenching to pull myself out of my bed on wonderful monday morning, but for me, it also means that i can hop home happily after school ends at two, giving me extra leisure time to FB, watch gossip girls, blog hop, just jared and do anything that doesn't concern school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth be known, i'm pretty clueless about the topics taught, and i am always doing last minute work and revision when deadlines and exam dates come along. and as usual, when i'm in doubt whether do i really belong to banking and finance, the inevitable question of "what can i do instead" will be parading itself in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;and interestingly, my reply in this monologue conversation in my mind today, was interior designer. &lt;br /&gt;I KNOW! im artistically challenged why did i ever think of that. before any of you all think that i suffered a blow to my head, here's my explanation. &lt;br /&gt;today, while helping alastair to choose the colours to paint for his room, i realised i enjoyed flipping through the colour schemes and imagining all kinds of rooms i can do up, with the colours and different kind of furniture. &lt;br /&gt;then again, for a person who submits blank answer booklet for DNT in secondary 2, the idea was flushed away as soon as it surfaced in my head. &lt;br /&gt;honestly, if you ask me why did i choose BNF for my course, i can't give you a good answer right away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seeing all the 2008's sec 4 people holding booklets about Poly and JC admissions today, i shall reminisce that life changing day when olevel results for my year were released. like it or not, as boring as it is, i'm still going to do my fair bit of recollection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that day, i was utterly embarrassed, with droplets of black sweat at the sides of my face. ok, maybe not that gross, but never again i'm gonna use black hair spray, especially when i know i am going to sit for around an hour, in a stiflingly warm place, like the school hall of Hai Sing Catholic. nonetheless, im embarrassed. i really feel like suing whoevever chose my photo to be shown on the screen! HONESTLY, IS THERE EVEN A NEED TO DO SO?! i wasn't even looking, i was busy commenting how i think the speaker had such a feminine voice when he's supposed to be a guy!  i didn't even recognize myself until my friends were slapping my back with all their congrats and all. to top things off, despite the results, i was in a bad mood after quarreling with mummy about the whole JC thing. gosh. &lt;br /&gt;and this concludes my results day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thinking of it makes me blushed with embarrassment and humiliation. i shall continue watching my gossip girls and play guess the sketch later. YES! guess the sketch! one of the finest way to have a good laugh, be it the drawings or the answers from the players. the real kick of the game, is playing with friends or people you know, and you can see just how good your friends are at deicphering abstract art and coming up with way nonsensical answers (like hengyi),and how your friends cheat their way to get the top score. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;projects? what projects?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-2192270897179122759?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2192270897179122759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2192270897179122759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2192270897179122759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2192270897179122759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-time-check.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-6726873912351373526</id><published>2009-01-11T18:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T22:14:32.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daddy's being mean, he's stingy with the cny clothes money. ): &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna bask to earn some cash just to buy myself a new top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im gonna eat duck meat tonight. &lt;br /&gt;balances the sorrow i feel right now for not having enough money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of ducks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWnSDPV42yI/AAAAAAAABkw/f3T7-f3T7KQ/s1600-h/P0701090008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWnSDPV42yI/AAAAAAAABkw/f3T7-f3T7KQ/s400/P0701090008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289990190423137058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiwen's attempt to get the SWANS, to reply her, by QUACKING&lt;br /&gt;how smart. &lt;br /&gt;oh! i wanted to sell peiwen's unglams, but then again, she has mine.&lt;br /&gt;i shan't tempt the EVILLL ONE&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;they say the higher the expectations, the bigger the disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fine example will be the little nyonya's alternative ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone should do something&lt;br /&gt;1. sue mediacorps&lt;br /&gt;2. call police&lt;br /&gt;3. throw the scriptwriter behind bars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnation&lt;br /&gt;the show just nose-dived from my most favourite tv series, to least favourite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-6726873912351373526?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/6726873912351373526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=6726873912351373526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6726873912351373526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6726873912351373526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/daddys-being-mean-hes-stingy-with-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWnSDPV42yI/AAAAAAAABkw/f3T7-f3T7KQ/s72-c/P0701090008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-327188835445498317</id><published>2009-01-10T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:12:06.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5jan2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgsevGznZI/AAAAAAAABkA/QA3tSNdigpM/s1600-h/DSC04341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgsevGznZI/AAAAAAAABkA/QA3tSNdigpM/s400/DSC04341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289526668899360146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgse_7KiVI/AAAAAAAABkI/YB-eMylmR3s/s1600-h/DSC04222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgse_7KiVI/AAAAAAAABkI/YB-eMylmR3s/s400/DSC04222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289526673413933394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you long long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgs_t4w1DI/AAAAAAAABko/YY1kJr_KFVA/s1600-h/DSC04158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgs_t4w1DI/AAAAAAAABko/YY1kJr_KFVA/s400/DSC04158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289527235507704882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BFFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgsfR0MYVI/AAAAAAAABkg/JPYjI5q7HiM/s1600-h/DSC04338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgsfR0MYVI/AAAAAAAABkg/JPYjI5q7HiM/s400/DSC04338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289526678216532306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geesuan, jeremy and josiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgsfRPPB4I/AAAAAAAABkY/R1NRwAX7-lc/s1600-h/DSC04337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgsfRPPB4I/AAAAAAAABkY/R1NRwAX7-lc/s400/DSC04337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289526678061516674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister and brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgsfDB8YiI/AAAAAAAABkQ/fMOZr1ifFN0/s1600-h/DSC04248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgsfDB8YiI/AAAAAAAABkQ/fMOZr1ifFN0/s400/DSC04248.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289526674247672354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just us, we can rule the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-327188835445498317?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/327188835445498317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=327188835445498317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/327188835445498317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/327188835445498317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/5jan2008-birthday-girl-love-you-long.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SWgsevGznZI/AAAAAAAABkA/QA3tSNdigpM/s72-c/DSC04341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-6398569020519924649</id><published>2009-01-10T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:13:06.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm deadbeat and ready to collapse on my bed for a good long sleep. after a long week of going for classes and out and running, it's time for a good long rest. and going out with val, aud, junwei, jo and alast just did the final trick. &lt;br /&gt;my eyes were threatening to seal themselves on the lower lids forever if i pull a project stunt tonight. so being a kind soul to my eyes which are helplessly attacked by eyebags and dark eye rings, i decided to go sleep right as soon as i put a full stop to my blog entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abandoning the original plan of going JP, to watch 7 pounds and check out the new extension, we headed over to cine to play guitar hero 3 and play darts. GIRL POWERXX! initially, i thought i can just kiss any chance of handling the guitar well goodbye, but who knew, i was a little taken back by my ability to do so, as little as it is, knowing fully well my hands coordination is below zero. however, the real pro was audrey! she so trashed the guys and crushed their egos to bits. (SORRY GUYS). darts throwing was pretty fun as well, with the girls teaming up against the guys, and achieving a tie-break between the 2 teams. dinner was at LJS, and i bet half of the calories from the dinner, was burnt away while laughing hysterically, exhausting our energies, what little it's left. the whole laughing session did not stop there. it shadowed us as we made our way to Wheelock place to chill and it emerged again as we were comfortably settled down to chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total expenses for the day: $4 for the games, and $4.50 for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, to my loving bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-6398569020519924649?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2512228779863667685</id><published>2009-01-06T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:30:15.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before i'm drown with all the project work and stress hitting me from north-south-east-west, all of them competing to see who can give me the worst headache, i'm determined just to blog about something anything today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i understand what's szeying's saying, year 2 is stress, especially to the end. now i know, poly isn't a piece of cake with ice cream on top. in fact, year 2 has a been a blur to me, with not too many happy memories with my present class, but alot more memories with my year 1 class, and the year just whizzes by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, my things-to-do list just got even longer with all the deadlines queuing  up,all determined to put me on death roll. i could use with some breather every now and then.even shopping spree for cny clothes needs to take a raincheck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but, i know where, who and what is my salvation, and he will make me victorious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-2512228779863667685?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2512228779863667685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2512228779863667685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-8586629484362999050</id><published>2009-01-03T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:26:05.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just a few days into 2009 and i already break my resolution to drink lesser. my mum's side of family drinks alcohol as though it's plain water they are gulping down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, it's fun seeing all your cousins, safe and sound, your uncles and aunties doing well and joking around, especially after a little too much. i think this year CNY will be a fun one, with all the cousins slowly growing up and there are more common topics among the older ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if any of you all come across a page on FB, titled, " Pig Lovers Club", i swear it has got nothing to do with me. it was all veralyn's doing in attempt to make yushu's life a living hellish sty, and she's determined to do so. &lt;br /&gt;funny mean shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-8586629484362999050?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/8586629484362999050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=8586629484362999050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8586629484362999050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8586629484362999050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-just-few-days-into-2009-and-i.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/7093513839790243501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/7093513839790243501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-make-it-real-james-morrison.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-5377552886616444550</id><published>2009-01-02T19:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:46:30.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It's easy for everyone to get too wound up in their feelings and you could find yourself chasing yourself in circles until you fall down. Even if you think you've got a 'the one' on the hook, don't waste too much time if they don't respond. By knowing just how far you will go you'll be able to realize that extending yourself too much ends with less than you started with"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is freaky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-5377552886616444550?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/5377552886616444550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=5377552886616444550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5377552886616444550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5377552886616444550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-easy-for-everyone-to-get-too-wound.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-8597887837199001596</id><published>2009-01-01T11:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:20:47.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im expecting a lot this year, and i have faith that it will be the greatest year by far. as much as 2008 has been an awesome and fulfilling year, a year that exceeds my expectations, i believe that 2009 will be just as blessed or even much more. i see great tidals of joy and blessings and favor coming over my family, friends and me. &lt;br /&gt;2008 ended well for me, up to the last second, and i spent it with a bunch people that we went through thick and thin together. with them, i sort of found back the courage, sensibilty and orientation that i thought i lost back when i stepped out of secondary school. but then, that's another story altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first morning of 2009 has taken mercy on me, with no hangovers and my dad blasting gold90.5 on the radio. i can't think of a better start to the first waking moment of this new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess a closure for the matter that has burning my heart for a little too long now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes man later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-8597887837199001596?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/8597887837199001596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=8597887837199001596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8597887837199001596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8597887837199001596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-im-expecting-lot-this-year-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-1181176509234845792</id><published>2008-12-30T17:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:48:32.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really don't understand seamanship and boating theory, and my project is due on friday. i tried asking some NS guys, but wth, why are land maps and marine maps different?!? this wiped out like half of list of people to ask for help. i may have to pick up my notes and read, just to understand how a chart works and figure out how to plot locations at different bearings.&lt;br /&gt;WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have just taken photography or some bimbo course, at least i know i can handle it. SEAMANSHIP really! what can i do with it? maybe it's a sign, prepare me for my glam life in yacht in future. aye aye captain!&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, aud's assignments are way piss-ass easy as compared to mine.&lt;br /&gt;argh! help anyone?! GOD?!&lt;br /&gt;and there's uccd, ma and i think FF projects to boogle my mind with. see, i knew i shouldn't procrastinate all my work during the h, now im crying. GOD HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe putting on sailor caps help. i need all help i can get): and where on earth is episode 34 of little nyonya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the midst of all the stress, this is a good stress reliever, especially when with friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.karaokeparty.com/"&gt;KARAOKE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-1181176509234845792?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/1181176509234845792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=1181176509234845792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1181176509234845792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1181176509234845792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-dont-understand-seamanship-and.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-3833417879023470276</id><published>2008-12-29T17:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:26:35.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVihuMt_zFI/AAAAAAAABjY/qDvCjiWD674/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVihuMt_zFI/AAAAAAAABjY/qDvCjiWD674/s400/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285151977779481682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of school was a good start, meeting up with peiwen and boonyen in class feels good. can't imagine what will class be like without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;first day of school also means the start of getting back papers for the last sem test, and three of us have something to show the world, our unexplainable chemistry in exam marks for FMKT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we scored:&lt;br /&gt;section A: 27&lt;br /&gt;section B: 11&lt;br /&gt;Total      :  38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVihtvwp9pI/AAAAAAAABjI/jcJDkS7-xCQ/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVihtvwp9pI/AAAAAAAABjI/jcJDkS7-xCQ/s400/New+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285151970006005394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and just when we thought 76% was acceptable, we realized our classmates have much better grades. but for people who don't listen in lectures/tutorials, don't even attempt to find the tutorial questions, and study the topics the night before, i say bravo bravo, God loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then peiwen and me, decided to celebrate, hence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SViht5juDxI/AAAAAAAABjQ/6DrpcRLnfog/s1600-h/New+Image1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SViht5juDxI/AAAAAAAABjQ/6DrpcRLnfog/s400/New+Image1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285151972636102418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;due to our ignorance in such legal gambling and there's no boonyen guiding us the greenhorns, a kind aunty decided to give us a "TOTO 101" cram lesson. :D doesn't matter whether we win or not, it's just a random cheap thrill. and we decided we are going to buy durians and stuff ourselves IF we win. but, we didnt, we only had 2 numbers out of 7. it was worth a try though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa and dinner with miss soh on 27122008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVjPhYO7-lI/AAAAAAAABjw/or5jpx5fqOQ/s1600-h/IMGP2486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVjPhYO7-lI/AAAAAAAABjw/or5jpx5fqOQ/s400/IMGP2486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285202335067011666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVjPhDmLo5I/AAAAAAAABjo/p7a3ql9zwUc/s1600-h/IMGP2456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVjPhDmLo5I/AAAAAAAABjo/p7a3ql9zwUc/s400/IMGP2456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285202329527362450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVjPgvRIyaI/AAAAAAAABjg/jXepK2NNqcI/s1600-h/IMGP2438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVjPgvRIyaI/AAAAAAAABjg/jXepK2NNqcI/s400/IMGP2438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285202324070386082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-3833417879023470276?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/3833417879023470276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=3833417879023470276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3833417879023470276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3833417879023470276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-day-of-school-was-good-start.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVihuMt_zFI/AAAAAAAABjY/qDvCjiWD674/s72-c/Image026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-6874534352207929645</id><published>2008-12-28T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:36:28.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can safely say year 200and8 has been an excellent year for me, or maybe even the best till date. but im sure 200and9 will be even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for my family, who has been always there for me, with a loving and forgiving heart&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for poly friends who made the trip to school worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for my closest friends who made things real and easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for guides mates who sticked together through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for church friends who are great companions&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for teaching me new things every single day&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for all the overseas trips i took this year&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for making me realise there's more to life&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for everyday cause there's always something to look forward too&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for the favour with friends, family and people around me&lt;br /&gt;i thank God ( to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for two hundred and nine&lt;br /&gt;i thank God this year will be year of abundance&lt;br /&gt;i thank God this year will be even more enriching as before&lt;br /&gt;i thank God this year more kindred friendships will be made&lt;br /&gt;i thank God this year i will learn to communicate more with grace&lt;br /&gt;i thank God this year i will be nicer and less cynical&lt;br /&gt;i thank God this year i will know and experience more about God&lt;br /&gt;i thank God this year will be blessed, awesome, favoured and wholesome&lt;br /&gt;i thank God this year i will see more favour and grace flowing in every areas of my life&lt;br /&gt;i thank God this year i will go even more countries for holiday&lt;br /&gt;i thank God this year i will have more time with my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;i thank God this year (to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-6874534352207929645?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/6874534352207929645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=6874534352207929645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6874534352207929645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6874534352207929645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-safely-say-year-200and8-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2269643858743711349</id><published>2008-12-28T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T14:14:34.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;down to one last episode of Little Nyonya!&lt;/span&gt; when will it come out on MOBTV?? and cause im a too nice of a person, i shan't spoil the show and let you all wait for the episodes to be aired on teevveee!&lt;br /&gt;but be prepared for your heart to be wrenched out of your rib cage, thrown onto the floor, and stomped all over. and all the talking abt babi ponteh and asam sambal pedas is so making me drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, yesterday was guides outing with a few juniors and miss soh. i guess it was pretty fun in sense that it feels like a small budding family. and im waiting for the peekas siow qin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two hunderd and nine is coming in a few days time, but honestly, i guess my year will start as at 29122008 when school reopens. what is this call again? oh premature new year.  i shall do my full thanksgiving and recollection of the whole year's events as the NYE draws nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is that when things like these happen to myself i don't know how to react but when it happens to others i always seem to have the answers? insanity i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-2269643858743711349?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2269643858743711349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2269643858743711349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2269643858743711349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2269643858743711349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-to-one-last-episode-of-little.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2527688251580585332</id><published>2008-12-26T17:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:50:47.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVSdv0DAv4I/AAAAAAAABjA/I8YOVIHswjU/s1600-h/Barneeeeeyyyyy013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVSdv0DAv4I/AAAAAAAABjA/I8YOVIHswjU/s400/Barneeeeeyyyyy013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284021707563122562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ooh girls just wanna have fun~&lt;br /&gt;finally went club with melissa and weili after all these while, to butter factory. it's farewell to robertson and hello fullerton for butter factory. and honestly, i like phuture/zouk better. the songs aren't as great as those at phuture, and it feels a little like underage party. though it's just three of us, we left the club with a few more friends.  (: i can just hear raphael and timo yapping "party animal" at my ears, which i am not. i just happen to go out often. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-2527688251580585332?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2527688251580585332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2527688251580585332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2527688251580585332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2527688251580585332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/ooh-girls-just-wanna-have-fun-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVSdv0DAv4I/AAAAAAAABjA/I8YOVIHswjU/s72-c/Barneeeeeyyyyy013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2694139562274910601</id><published>2008-12-25T03:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T10:52:05.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAN WILL LIVE FOREVER MORE BECAUSE OF CHRISTMAS DAY&lt;/span&gt; ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the christmas eve that i thought would be a simple countown turned out to be a hyped up night at boonyen's. but the trip to her place was filled with a few pitstops along the way. vivo was so not we expected, it was awfully quiet. and the reasons i could think of is that, the people of singapore flooded the streets of orchard, which i took extra effort to avoid as much as possible, or that, people have taken the right choice to stay at home and watch little nyonya, avoid the crowd and save money in this recession.&lt;br /&gt;went over to powerhouse, and zouk, and left there and then at their entrances when we found out that there were cover charges tonight. you see, we weren't prepared to go clubbing as the plan was to have a budget Christmas this year, so the finances weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;but who say we can't have fun without sufficient moolah? we headed over to boonyen's place, for a supposedly drinking session, but ended up with me drinking more than the rest, and me bringing the bottle home. and just when we decided the mood wasn't there for christmas, we called up a few lucky and hand picked friends, and brought to them carolling through the modernized telecommunication airwaves of Singapore, except that the sound systems did not deliver the expected effect of the carollings. and to boonyen and yiling, i swear it wasn't the alcohol effects on me when aud and i became so "you know", it's just us when we are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what Christmas should be like, spending time together with family, and your bestest friends. love them all. blissful year ahead everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy girls gathering, 23122008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVLxpdaiivI/AAAAAAAABiw/aIIEh5LIyWg/s1600-h/IMGP2378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVLxpdaiivI/AAAAAAAABiw/aIIEh5LIyWg/s400/IMGP2378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283551007431887602" 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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVLxpBazeFI/AAAAAAAABio/ABTTwppxgTM/s1600-h/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVLxpBazeFI/AAAAAAAABio/ABTTwppxgTM/s400/Picture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283550999916804178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVLxolMYcHI/AAAAAAAABig/DdgE1oOQ4PU/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVLxolMYcHI/AAAAAAAABig/DdgE1oOQ4PU/s400/Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283550992340119666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gift exchange.&lt;br /&gt;cassie isn't there to present me my present, so hoonie takes her place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVLxodqRd5I/AAAAAAAABiY/t1RluWzP2k8/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVLxodqRd5I/AAAAAAAABiY/t1RluWzP2k8/s400/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283550990318008210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fries, Seaweed chicken and Crispy chicken: &lt;/span&gt;yushu &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Logcake:&lt;/span&gt; Siow Qin and Kathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sandwich and Salad:&lt;/span&gt; Veralyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drinks:&lt;/span&gt; Sabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wine and Roasted Chicken: &lt;/span&gt;Hoonie&lt;br /&gt;(though strictly speaking the roasted chicken is by her mum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVLyj3ddn0I/AAAAAAAABi4/qclgRzVWeJI/s1600-h/Picture4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVLyj3ddn0I/AAAAAAAABi4/qclgRzVWeJI/s400/Picture4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283552010855882562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off the beaten track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;see the last pic. what more can i say, the o6 guides alumni is infamous of devouring any food, leaving savages of gluttony behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;FELIZ NAVIDAD PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-2694139562274910601?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2694139562274910601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2694139562274910601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2694139562274910601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2694139562274910601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-that-i-thought-would-be.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVLxpdaiivI/AAAAAAAABiw/aIIEh5LIyWg/s72-c/IMGP2378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-5560676012902899319</id><published>2008-12-24T10:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:15:11.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVGo6_ishLI/AAAAAAAABiQ/duJYorea51o/s1600-h/DSC03938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVGo6_ishLI/AAAAAAAABiQ/duJYorea51o/s400/DSC03938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283189569325139122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hello my dearest bff, how does it feel with your plan being busted the moment you hit the green dial button to accept my call? you got a lot to learn when trying to upstage your master darling. schemeing just isn't in your blood you know. it takes skills to trick someone, but it takes instincts to out-trick someone.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, i want to thank my "STALKER" and bff for the wonderful, but failed surprise, that got me quite high for the today. cause the feeling of knowing aud's plan to sucker me had failed miserably, just made me oh so joyful. i so can imagine her smug face IF i fell for her ingenious plan. smug and laughing, i meant.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks anyway, i was somehow touched knowing you went an extra mile just to figure what to get me for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason why am i so happy yesterday, was not just because of the effects of the wine we drank at weili's place, but the sole fact, we were together,as a family, to celebrate christmas! sitting by the pool eating the pot-luck we prepared and chatting under the moonlit sky before it started to rain; swimming, racing each other in the pool, piggybacking one another(thankfully in the pool as well, lest my back breaks when im carrying yushu);sitting on the floor, eating log cake and sipping on wine and drinking beer, waiting to see who gets tipsy first, and daring yushu to take her first virgin sip of alcohol besides than jolly shandy and breezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY STEAMBOAT TONIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is really the best season, cause the world was given the best gift, and thanks to the gift i can enjoy all these celebrations ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-5560676012902899319?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/5560676012902899319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=5560676012902899319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5560676012902899319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5560676012902899319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-my-dearest-bff-how-does-it-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVGo6_ishLI/AAAAAAAABiQ/duJYorea51o/s72-c/DSC03938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-3649626527913602478</id><published>2008-12-23T09:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:32:14.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the kids are great, but they make serving in children church more fun, despite different age gaps, and having differences in profession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBCfjR-nmI/AAAAAAAABfw/7xQvumH9ujA/s1600-h/SANY0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBCfjR-nmI/AAAAAAAABfw/7xQvumH9ujA/s400/SANY0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282795472719617634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBCfQMYjTI/AAAAAAAABfo/j2MD4_AAqq0/s1600-h/SANY0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBCfQMYjTI/AAAAAAAABfo/j2MD4_AAqq0/s400/SANY0263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282795467595877682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBCeoF3a9I/AAAAAAAABfg/sDCxe54-BtQ/s1600-h/SANY0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBCeoF3a9I/AAAAAAAABfg/sDCxe54-BtQ/s400/SANY0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282795456831122386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBCeHJrusI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Q7sl_0aNHEY/s1600-h/SANY0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBCeHJrusI/AAAAAAAABfQ/Q7sl_0aNHEY/s400/SANY0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282795447988763330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBDLNVzYWI/AAAAAAAABf4/a0K_5xU5sBM/s1600-h/SANY0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBDLNVzYWI/AAAAAAAABf4/a0K_5xU5sBM/s400/SANY0211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282796222744322402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marina square, bowling and waraku, 20dec2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday! christmas gathering at val's house. and westside is still a foreign land to me. nonethelss, it was worth the trip there, with all the people present. and what aud and me did on impulse yesterday, just proved to me that we are not what we used to be. i woke up feeling my knee has been dislocated from my leg, but aud's injuries fare worse than mine.&lt;br /&gt;sorry aud. ): but it was fun right! see! despite the savages of the fall, the adrenaline rush was there. cheap thrill i know.&lt;br /&gt;you know what, it will be great if we all stay in the same neighbourhood, can you imagine how fun it will be. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBZjxtf1DI/AAAAAAAABhI/YUCkadbnQ-A/s1600-h/DSC03951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBZjxtf1DI/AAAAAAAABhI/YUCkadbnQ-A/s400/DSC03951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282820834080052274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hengyi, audrey and valerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBZjsSIjCI/AAAAAAAABhA/k3aqEL76FME/s1600-h/DSC03960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBZjsSIjCI/AAAAAAAABhA/k3aqEL76FME/s400/DSC03960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282820832623103010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBZjQh49eI/AAAAAAAABg4/BCaMlcE6WZw/s1600-h/DSC03936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBZjQh49eI/AAAAAAAABg4/BCaMlcE6WZw/s400/DSC03936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282820825172997602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBZjajyW_I/AAAAAAAABgw/mZzyCHgS-qg/s1600-h/DSC03931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBZjajyW_I/AAAAAAAABgw/mZzyCHgS-qg/s400/DSC03931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282820827865308146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seto, gabriel, gl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBZizD-JFI/AAAAAAAABgo/TDyp0OvWt58/s1600-h/DSC03929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBZizD-JFI/AAAAAAAABgo/TDyp0OvWt58/s400/DSC03929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282820817262879826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junwei, alastair, josiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBbLmmIXxI/AAAAAAAABiI/z7AZI_Rw3w0/s1600-h/DSC03940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBbLmmIXxI/AAAAAAAABiI/z7AZI_Rw3w0/s400/DSC03940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282822617802759954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBbLVmGBeI/AAAAAAAABiA/oZ86RLpKOy8/s1600-h/DSC03987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBbLVmGBeI/AAAAAAAABiA/oZ86RLpKOy8/s400/DSC03987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282822613239203298" 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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBbLWFzf7I/AAAAAAAABh4/nMAIO3F67NE/s1600-h/DSC03967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBbLWFzf7I/AAAAAAAABh4/nMAIO3F67NE/s400/DSC03967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282822613372207026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-3649626527913602478?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/3649626527913602478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=3649626527913602478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3649626527913602478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3649626527913602478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/kids-are-great-but-they-make-serving-in.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SVBCfjR-nmI/AAAAAAAABfw/7xQvumH9ujA/s72-c/SANY0264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-1432192197121566078</id><published>2008-12-19T09:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:16:09.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 more days to Christmas and 13 more days to the last day of the year 2008&lt;br /&gt;roomie &lt;s&gt;should be&lt;/s&gt; is back already and audd should be back today!&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just regained my interest of watching korean drama, starting with "Coffee Prince". the ladies of the Lim family has a common interest, to stay up late at night and try to finish as many episodes as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUupU8RSfGI/AAAAAAAABes/ZQlkuqxTj0A/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUupU8RSfGI/AAAAAAAABes/ZQlkuqxTj0A/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281501165263158370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUursUtLSTI/AAAAAAAABe8/36umdon6bOo/s1600-h/P1912080016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUursUtLSTI/AAAAAAAABe8/36umdon6bOo/s400/P1912080016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281503765982824754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the original plan to stay at home and watch finish "Coffee Prince" went down the drain and flushed to South China Sea the moment hoonie and sabrina ringed me up to go shopping. so, instead of spending just the evening there with family, i ended up walking orchard for the whole day. oh well, anything for them. see how much i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised there quite a handful of assignments to complete, and guess what, im still in my jingle-bell mood. the deadlines still seem far far away, and i know i'll regret saying that in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas celebrations commence tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUurrc3SaNI/AAAAAAAABe0/WAb6ZJSfoCI/s1600-h/10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUurrc3SaNI/AAAAAAAABe0/WAb6ZJSfoCI/s400/10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281503750992849106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this costs 5 bucks, for charity. darn cute&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUur2jjWYNI/AAAAAAAABfE/hicRaJqLGFk/s1600-h/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUur2jjWYNI/AAAAAAAABfE/hicRaJqLGFk/s400/9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281503941766832338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mummy : aiyo, why you like taking pictures like this&lt;br /&gt;me: cause this is me, this is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-1432192197121566078?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/1432192197121566078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=1432192197121566078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1432192197121566078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1432192197121566078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/6-more-days-to-christmas-and-13-more.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUupU8RSfGI/AAAAAAAABes/ZQlkuqxTj0A/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-8454265440511421524</id><published>2008-12-16T10:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:17:47.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEETH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see clearly now the braces are gone&lt;br /&gt;I can see all teeth neat and straight&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the metals that made me have ulcers&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshiny day&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshiny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can make it now the pain is gone&lt;br /&gt;All of the bad feelings have disappeared&lt;br /&gt;Here is the rainbow I `ve been prayin` for&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshiny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look all around theres nothing but my teeth&lt;br /&gt;Look straight I am, nothing but my ttteeeettthhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;yes yes yes~! i took out the band around my teeth that has gone through with me every curry gravy, and sambal chili all these years. it feels weird without you at first, my teeth felt naked and shy. but oh for heaven's sake, im glad that you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;p.s. daddy! wear your rubber band and join me in the post-braces zone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see me smile people! ok, it's a fake smile, im still finding my new smile.&lt;br /&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUccI-2HCeI/AAAAAAAABek/64irxeUOjXA/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUccI-2HCeI/AAAAAAAABek/64irxeUOjXA/s400/New+Image.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280220028749679074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-8454265440511421524?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/8454265440511421524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=8454265440511421524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8454265440511421524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8454265440511421524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/teeth-i-can-see-clearly-now-braces-are.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUccI-2HCeI/AAAAAAAABek/64irxeUOjXA/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-3038879821174629886</id><published>2008-12-15T09:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:55:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUWwUw8KTKI/AAAAAAAABec/NccooNKLN9A/s1600-h/lil+india+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUWwUw8KTKI/AAAAAAAABec/NccooNKLN9A/s400/lil+india+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279820008942881954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;hello there my dearest suckered BFF. you are on your way to aussie, or maybe even enjoying yourself there in the beautiful Sydney. take this as a wonderful opportunity to bond with your family there, with no interferrence of pests like whoever are the pests in your life.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for always being there for me when i get my "worst moments in my 18years of life" and chasing them away like shieldox chases away roaches without fail.&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to make friends, which im glad i have. but it ain't easy to find friends whom you click the instance the hellos have been exchanged. it's even harder to find one that you don't have to put up a pretence when you are around them, no matter what life's been throwing at you at the moment. as for me, i found my best bud when we were sitting side by side in t2155.&lt;br /&gt;and baby, you said you are" a havoc, a nervous wreck, an intimidated prick, a crude bitch", that's what i am too, and you seen the worst of everything in me, you remained still and not run off screaming like a banshee. if you change any of the above names you gave yourself, i'll kill you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the bestest HTHT dated 13 dec. the things i just couldn't spill to other people, it just came forth so naturally when i'm talking to you. and you so made things easier to bear, and i don't feel like a hopeless, silly wreackage i felt at the start of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;no words synonym to joy can express how thankful i have you as my BFF, i can't think of a better alternative and i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth be known i don't miss you&lt;br /&gt;truth be know i'm lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for you to get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-3038879821174629886?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/3038879821174629886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=3038879821174629886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3038879821174629886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3038879821174629886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-there-my-dearest-suckered-bff.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SUWwUw8KTKI/AAAAAAAABec/NccooNKLN9A/s72-c/lil+india+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-8606491610207735186</id><published>2008-12-13T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:39:24.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think my taste buds are partially numb like what josiah and junwei said. it's like colour deficiency, the person can't differentiate shades of colour, i can't differentiate level of spice. i really ought to cut down on my chili intake.  either that, or i'm a chili queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orchard, teppanyaki, twilight and mahjong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.i miss cherrie, weixuan and szeying a lot. i haven't been going out with them since i don't know when. even i did, it's just for a short while and then i have to rush off. can we meet up for lunch and just chat one day , before we are swarm with school work and other commitments again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.teppanyaki was great, and that's when i came to terms with myself that i have spice-deficient. to think i was really scared of spice when i was a kid.oh! i hate veggie when i was a kid as well, and now, i love veggie. i'm a good kid, i eat all my vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.twilight=awesome! robert pattinson*those eyes* the bad boy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seh&lt;/span&gt;. no matter how monsterous he may designed to be, just look at those enchanting and soulful eyes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awwwww. &lt;/span&gt;and the story itself was fantastic, it kept my eyes transfixed at the screen and trying to absorb everything.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the sequel will be out, nov 20th 2009, NEW MOON. like the abalone brand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. mahjong's mahjong. what can i say? it makes me sleepy at times. but cny's coming, time to brush up the skills, so i won't be "killed"off that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. thanks to junwei's snoopy craze, im beginning to watch garfield cartoons when im hibernating at home. garfield, the only cat that i actually like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow! long long day!&lt;br /&gt;serving in children church and then sharity gift event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-8606491610207735186?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/8606491610207735186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=8606491610207735186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8606491610207735186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8606491610207735186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-my-taste-buds-are-partially.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-5311756965030772043</id><published>2008-12-12T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:31:04.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Me To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;got this from cherrie's blog cause i'm way bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Put your iPod on shuffle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the game as well as the person you got the note from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;im expecting the answers will be damn weird, silly and nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY” YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;one step at a time-jordin sparks&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elevator- Florida ft Timbaland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok, the last thing i want, a hardcore party boyfriend. i'm allowed to party, not him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If everyone cared- Nickelback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;this could be my new purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;We’d see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;And I’m singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catch your wave-Click Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh, dont quite get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything I d0, I Do it for You- Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really flattered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A perfectly good heart- Taylor Swift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i haven't get my heart broken recently. but i have been hearing about horrible breakups and people falling out of love, and thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Penny Lane- Beatles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;if 2+2 tells a story, penny lane tells a story too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodnight Goodnight-Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only this part that seems valid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;So much to love&lt;br /&gt;So much to learn&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t be there to teach you, oh&lt;br /&gt;I know I can be close&lt;br /&gt;But I try my best to reach you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE/LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guilty Pleasure-Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song title, yeah. the lyrics, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady Marmalade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, not a bad chic from moulin rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky-Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be nice if it's plays out like the song's lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honey, Honey- Abba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im embarrased to say, but, true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Best Day of My Life- Jesse McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awww, when they have me, it's the best day of their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Independent Woman-Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! i think that's the last thing my husband will want to hear. or maybe, he thinks he can save a lot of money marrying me. hah! he wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chiquitta- ABBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it can't suit the occasion more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's Like That- Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song's about clubbing. what more can i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Longer- Air Supply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a long lasting friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Reason- Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to change for the better? to start over new? i don't think that's a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;When all is said and done- ABBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i swear this isn't planned for, but it sounds like a good way to say farewell to life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry's Not Good Enough- McFly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this isn't planned for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll never fall in love again- The Carpenters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now that's a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can wait forever- AirSupply&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't like waiting, let alone, forever. anyways, thank god this isn't the song for the next question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Already Know-112 Ft Ja Rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Name of the Game- ABBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing Queen- ABBA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to be seventeen, and stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, Blame it on Me- AKON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this isn't planned as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From Me To You- Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;how cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;10 people i wanna tag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, dumb quiz. im ultra bored. but the answers are funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-5311756965030772043?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/5311756965030772043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=5311756965030772043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5311756965030772043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5311756965030772043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-me-to-you.html' title='From Me To You'/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-3000061694875471217</id><published>2008-12-11T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:47:25.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to sleep the whole day. i don't want to think about anything, anyone. i don't even feel like talking. i want to hibernate at home. but all of these above are overruled by people i do care about and love. so out i go everyday and make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even simple walking around, doing brainless things seem like a good idea. it's holiday dammnit.&lt;br /&gt;and darius is really adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what will be like to be superhero, and what kind of superhero i want to be. but if im the superhero, i wouldn't need to be save. i want to save, i want a savior. what about you? does the idea of being a superhero entice you? do you really want to be a superhero and kick people ass? what kind of superhero you think you will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;did i mention friends are escaping this country, all around the same time? im crushed.&lt;br /&gt;especially people i love to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example.&lt;br /&gt;roomie: 12th-18th&lt;br /&gt;peiwen:13th-21st&lt;br /&gt;steph: 13th- i can't remember when&lt;br /&gt;weili: 13th-22nd&lt;br /&gt;audrey: 14-19th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressing sh*t. im really gonna hibernate at home. im gonna spend my time making holiday lists and new year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh shit random blabbering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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there, like parasailing and braiding my hair like what my sister did. but i busy going for flying fish. and since im on a tour with itinerary, it sucks to make people wait for you. people who doesn't know how to enjoy and grumble about not having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a brief brief summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06122008&lt;br /&gt;we took SQ flight from Singapore to Bali, and man, don't you just love SIA? the flight was way smooth and the inflight entertainment is pretty updated and they have a wide range of varieties you can choose from. heh. advertising for SIA. not that they need it.&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner at JIMBARAN beach, the sunset view was spectacular, even with the monsoon season, and you can't really see the sun setting. dinner was fantastic too, with the seemingly endless supply of prawns, fish, sotong, clams and coconut! well, don't be mislead by the 5 stars rating they showed on their website. it barely passed 3 stars. okay, maybe 4 thanks to its spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07122008&lt;br /&gt;we visited a live volcano, which i didn't bother remembering the name, went for lunch at this restaurant that had a lot of food and a lot of houseflies. one thing that spoils the trip was the houseflies that seems to multiply even after we killed them. oh yea, they are way easy to kill as compared to Singapore's flies. i gues Singapore flies are as quick and efficient as the people here, and likewise for those at Bali. sis and me turned into professional flies-killer after they irritate us for the whole bus trip on the second day. second day was the shopping day too. we went to ubad, pronounced as ooh-boot, and man, the shops there are way attas! maybe it's because of the Caucasians who live there. the pubs and shops there are the kind of places i will love to check out every weekend. it feels like a bigger dempsey actually.&lt;br /&gt;headed back to hotel after dinner, and went out again for aromatic oil massage therapy at Valentino's. this is the real catch of the whole trip, besides the shopping. and it's really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;SHIOK SHIOK SHIOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08122008&lt;br /&gt;the seasports day. but sadly, the beach ain't as pretty as bintan. the charges though, are lesser than those at bintan. due to time limit, we boarded this glass bottom boat that ferried as over to an island where we can see the sea turtles and some other native animals, den went back to main land and tried on flying fish. it's a little like banana boat cum parasailing. there's this boat that pull the flying fish raft, where two people lie on it, with their faces facing the sun. the boat will go fast enough for the raft to fly up into the air, and the people in the raft could see the scenery from top view. pretty neat. too bad parasailing wasn't available that day, if not i will love to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;after that, more shopping, dinner, hotel and hard rock cafe. hard rock was real cool though. the live band was amazing, and the place itself looks very spiffy. the drinks suck though. went with the adults, and as much as i appreciate their willingness to join us and made an effort to do so, i wish i went with friends instead. people who will talk nonsense with me over the loud music and sing the songs with me. sisters just ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09122008&lt;br /&gt;spa again in the morning, this time round, in the hotel itself. outdoor spa and scrub with rose petal bath. i feel like a billion bucks and had a taste of what it feels like to be queen. bought some local delights and flew back home, on SQ( love it) and watched beverly hills chihuahua! quite funny, not as bimbotic as i expected. i chatted with this Australian lady sitting next to me, and they actually stayed in Bali for 2 months! i wonder what did they do there! i thought 4-5 days will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/slide-show.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="album_id=belovedandpamperedme:photos:17&amp;amp;security=n7uO9IJ24TOk6ONy2%2CY%2Csg&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com" height="500" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;going with 13 other members of families and friends was quite an experience, and the adults were the one who were the fun makers of the group. this trip to bali makes me realise, bali was pretty overrated. it was fun guaranteed, but i wouldn't call it paradise on earth.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, if this trip has taught me anything, it's not to nitpick the differences, no matter how starking different they are. i'll love to go back there, unguided, and with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-8118710513766080882</id><published>2008-12-09T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:56:57.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bali 06122008-09122008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6UVVzGVVI/AAAAAAAABeU/CvfbTBBf3tQ/s1600-h/IMG_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6UVVzGVVI/AAAAAAAABeU/CvfbTBBf3tQ/s400/IMG_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277818907674432850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the picture says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6UVNbnNvI/AAAAAAAABeM/B7eNFQapXgQ/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6UVNbnNvI/AAAAAAAABeM/B7eNFQapXgQ/s400/IMG_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277818905428440818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mighty 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6T0pVOvvI/AAAAAAAABeE/Xv2I0dq4IyA/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6T0pVOvvI/AAAAAAAABeE/Xv2I0dq4IyA/s400/IMG_0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277818345982181106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6T0SXKjBI/AAAAAAAABd8/JmN-gu-vwCg/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6T0SXKjBI/AAAAAAAABd8/JmN-gu-vwCg/s400/IMG_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277818339816279058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6TztItM4I/AAAAAAAABd0/A4Fve-9_s2s/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6TztItM4I/AAAAAAAABd0/A4Fve-9_s2s/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277818329823523714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at bali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;04122008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6Ty73ZtOI/AAAAAAAABds/AP89U8mUmmI/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6Ty73ZtOI/AAAAAAAABds/AP89U8mUmmI/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277818316597605602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiwen's 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6Tyh5b4VI/AAAAAAAABdk/O_nBEEuu9k8/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/ST6Tyh5b4VI/AAAAAAAABdk/O_nBEEuu9k8/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277818309626814802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bestest, including the birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-8118710513766080882?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/8118710513766080882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=8118710513766080882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-6550208578765782520</id><published>2008-12-06T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:05:59.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i say farewell&lt;br /&gt;i say farewell&lt;br /&gt;i say farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm not going to go on a long trip, or a faraway land, but i just want to say bye bye.. HIAK HIAK HIAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-6550208578765782520?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/6550208578765782520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=6550208578765782520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6550208578765782520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6550208578765782520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-say-farewell-i-say-farewell-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-542733990866666680</id><published>2008-12-05T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:35:10.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday's celebration went pretty well, except for the fact that the birthday girl herself wasn't there. we managed to catch her off guard at suntec's tower 2 carpark. even it's a celebration less than 10 mins, the birthday girl was near tears, while holding the heart card, the 18 balloons that covered her face, and the christmas hat and the magic wand thing that looks like it came right off the set of card captor sakura. quite a sight really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for very own celebration, to mark the end of exams,  at sushi tei-raffles, a big party of 9. me loves the  food there. the only Japanese restaurant beside those in Japan that i like. can we go back there again? i really like the food there :D&lt;br /&gt;after eating, we immediately rushed over to suntec to surprise the birthday girl, who was pissed cause it's past her dinner time, and her sister, peiqi, who kept stalling time for us, was the victim of the hungry birthday girl's fury.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU PEIQI!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm going to fold boats and all, and start reading up on seamanship and boating theory. that will really officially mark the end of my agony for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-542733990866666680?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/542733990866666680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=542733990866666680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/542733990866666680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/542733990866666680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterdays-celebration-went-pretty-well.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-4911348469707029033</id><published>2008-12-04T09:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:43:59.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's officially the last paper for most of DBF students, sadly, not for me. i still have gems test to study for. i could cry, really. nonetheless, i can smell freedom coming in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although this holiday is a short one, i'm gonna enjoy every moment of it with family and friends. it's christmas soon, the season of sharing and giving. HIAKHIAKHIAK.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for bali! though i have no idea what can we do there. but thank god for sissy and the other kids, who are of my age. it's a short holiday, but like i say, i want to enjoy every pulsing moment of this holiday. not just because it's the festive season, it will be the last holiday that i can truly and fully enjoy. the next holiday will be consumedby ITP, and the following, by FYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this will be the lodging for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.innagrandbalibeach.com/profile.asp"&gt;INNA GRAND BALI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like bintan, i miss bintan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of ITP, roomie suggested going Dubai for attachement. the idea actaully sound pretty enticing, and to top things off, it's with friends now. daddy seems ok with the idea, just as long it's within price range. when roomie told me of the idea, the moment i got home, i took out my dubai photos and started looking at them: all the malls and visits to different places. truth be known, im pretty excited about it. we shall see how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-4911348469707029033?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/4911348469707029033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=4911348469707029033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4911348469707029033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4911348469707029033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-officially-last-paper-for-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-4697839875838419386</id><published>2008-12-04T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:13:40.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/STaunoiMIcI/AAAAAAAABdU/Hbiz3Hp4kvo/s1600-h/DSC03698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/STaunoiMIcI/AAAAAAAABdU/Hbiz3Hp4kvo/s400/DSC03698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275596009430065602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dancing queen no more&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/STauaRUZlJI/AAAAAAAABdM/SDpmT_htLNE/s1600-h/DSC05520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/STauaRUZlJI/AAAAAAAABdM/SDpmT_htLNE/s400/DSC05520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275595779859911826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CPW, time to grow up dont you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/STau0asB9cI/AAAAAAAABdc/Jt_Hamf470M/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/STau0asB9cI/AAAAAAAABdc/Jt_Hamf470M/s400/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275596229051545026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you see, it's meant to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;martian!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;put &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;level&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tolerance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bad,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lllooovvee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;yyyeewww&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-4697839875838419386?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/4697839875838419386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=4697839875838419386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4697839875838419386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4697839875838419386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/dancing-queen-no-more-cpw-time-to-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/STaunoiMIcI/AAAAAAAABdU/Hbiz3Hp4kvo/s72-c/DSC03698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2370714874778669361</id><published>2008-12-02T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:54:26.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAY YILING I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;you just made me the happiest girl on planet Earth. now that i know it's 40m worth of mcq, im much more motivated to study! no more the poor, disheartened young girl, staring blankly at my notes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaw is fine-o-fine. audrey now knows what 's my motivation. KEKEKEKE. okok&lt;br /&gt;back to FF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FF FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&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/216806351192244197-2370714874778669361?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2370714874778669361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2370714874778669361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2370714874778669361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2370714874778669361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/tay-yiling-i-love-you-you-just-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-8060096244401360104</id><published>2008-12-02T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:55:22.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shan't comment on CRAA. i just know if i pass, it will be really God's grace, something that i have to be very dependable upon now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's blaw paper. i spent the evening mugging with BFF at changi airport, and i think we made very good progress, despite all the nonsense i pulled in the short few hours. i'm just not very clear and certain about the consideration part. GO FELINA! but blaw, from my point of view, is the less dry subject i'm taking this sem. and D.S. is a good teacher. honestly, that's the reason why me and peiwen manage to pull ourselves out from bed every thursday morning, to attend his lesson, even after the mambo night, without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one paper down, four &lt;s&gt;frigging&lt;/s&gt; more to go.&lt;br /&gt;blaw&lt;br /&gt;ff&lt;br /&gt;fmkt&lt;br /&gt;gems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-8060096244401360104?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/8060096244401360104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=8060096244401360104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8060096244401360104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8060096244401360104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-shant-comment-on-craa.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-4529684400101692683</id><published>2008-12-01T08:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:28:44.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i believe therefore i speak. and patience.&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Charlie Nieman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it, blogging hours before CRAA exam. i have complete the revision more or less. but i feel so unprepared. GOD HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience Felina, you're on your road to freedom and party like a rockstar. it's time, rock moves are getting rusty.&lt;br /&gt;okay, there's none at all. but a girl can dream big, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-4529684400101692683?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/4529684400101692683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=4529684400101692683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4529684400101692683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4529684400101692683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-believe-therefore-i-speak.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-7642347009658454851</id><published>2008-11-30T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:49:05.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/STKnQ1xYokI/AAAAAAAABc8/qGA5MKHXVh4/s1600-h/IMGP2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/STKnQ1xYokI/AAAAAAAABc8/qGA5MKHXVh4/s400/IMGP2008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274462021358232130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause we are good together like this, 6 years and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/STKng-Pa3hI/AAAAAAAABdE/orUZvJRjnDk/s1600-h/IMGP1937a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/STKng-Pa3hI/AAAAAAAABdE/orUZvJRjnDk/s400/IMGP1937a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274462298509598226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;I know we’ve come so far, but we’ve got so far to go.&lt;br /&gt;I know the road seems long, but it won’t be long ‘til it’s time to go. So&lt;br /&gt;Most days we’ll take it fast, but some nights we’ll take it slow.&lt;br /&gt;I know we’ve come so far, but baby!&lt;br /&gt;Baby! We’ve got so far to go! &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-7642347009658454851?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/7642347009658454851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=7642347009658454851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/7642347009658454851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/7642347009658454851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/cause-we-are-good-together-like-this-6.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/STKnQ1xYokI/AAAAAAAABc8/qGA5MKHXVh4/s72-c/IMGP2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-8271441453747488372</id><published>2008-11-30T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:35:58.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have two sentences to start off the post today.&lt;br /&gt;1. how does it feel like living in the lighted end of a cigarette stick&lt;br /&gt;2. anyone wants a burnt turkey for this Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite hours (ok, around 30 over hours) away from the first paper of sem2, MST, i spent my day out with guidey gang to carry out sabrina's much overdued 18 birthday celebration. honestly, sabrina totally claimed the prize of being the most dirty and most taunted 18 birthday girl i ever know. that's the price of not celebrating on the actual day itself, when you'll be treated as royalty. it's just this thing about celebrating your birthday on actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun, the main culprit that caused my present misery now. i, for one, welcome the tan, IF the tan spreads evenly, but this tan/burnt that i received today, is a far cry from being even. and sunburnt, as everyone know, makes me way cranky, grumpy and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;what was it that i did to earn this tan/burnt? nothing but the usual, Frisbee-d, volleyball, picnic ( prepared by yushu and hoonie), and soaking in the semi-polluted waters off the shorelines of Palawan beach. nothing really aliened to beach goers. Oh, let's throw in, playing blind mice, leading the birthday girl into the water, somehow on her own accord, and building a specially sand-made birthday cake, which got trampled over by the birthday girl herself when she freaked out, and being blindfolded as she came just made her even more stupendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a whole day of sun, sweat, and sand, we went to play luge. and i just love the shocked and surprised looks on the first timers faces when they sat the skyrider. cheap thrill i must say. luge is luge for me though. i mean you can expect anything more from a person who sat the luge at least thrice, just this year alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of surprises, the ride did not end at Sentosa. we were dining in sushi tei, when we heard, fireworks, drowning yushu's voice, thankfully. she had been talking non-stop since she joined us at the beach in the afternoon. i swear, this's the longest and most beautiful fireworks i ever seen, and im really really glad, im in an air conditioned place where i don't have to squeeze with the rest of the sweaty crowd. and i'll say, our table had the best view to the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's definitely a super duper uber memorable 18 birthday celebration sabby, and we're glad we spent it with you! love you sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;siowqin, i want pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day of life like a snap shot being taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-8271441453747488372?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/8271441453747488372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=8271441453747488372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8271441453747488372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8271441453747488372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-two-sentences-to-start-off-post.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-4305641329847244481</id><published>2008-11-27T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:07:18.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they say love is blind, i agree. did they mention that love is moronic and retarded too?&lt;br /&gt;if only, that's love. but, guess not, it's too strong of a word and i feel queasy using it. i'm not talking about love as in friends love, family love. i'm talking about this peculiar, strange chemistry that a man and woman share. having hear countless romance problems, it makes me feel blue too. sometimes, i really think love can be superficial. the last thing i want, is a superficial love. don't ask me what is superficial love. i guess the word superficial says pretty much, and it's pretty subjective to your own perspective. and call me old fashion, but i still think girls can't chase guys, no matter how much they like the guy. it's just some dating guideline entailed by nature. and that stupid guy should have more initiative and be the MAN.&lt;br /&gt;i've got more to say, but it's just not the time yet. and this post is fired up by mugging and overdosage of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to start of FF today, and i think i complete a good, healthy amount of it. thank you daddy god i have the mind of Christ, amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;some people just don't let me hate in peace!&lt;br /&gt;nys, olj, cpw &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-4305641329847244481?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/4305641329847244481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=4305641329847244481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4305641329847244481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4305641329847244481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-say-love-is-blind-i-agree.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-5666540239082486184</id><published>2008-11-26T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:20:21.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't ask me where do i get my spare time to load this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DxErq6JNwv4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/DxErq6JNwv4&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;it's too good to waste it. awesomely awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-5666540239082486184?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/5666540239082486184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=5666540239082486184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5666540239082486184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5666540239082486184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-ask-me-where-do-i-get-my-spare.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-7352938423824097424</id><published>2008-11-26T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:43:07.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm still deciding. kidding, the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many texts are in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;- 267. shit i thought i just cleared it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;- hmm 2days ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;- talked online, audrey spastic bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the last person you held hands with attractive?&lt;br /&gt;- hell no. i think it's chia peiwen, or was it audrey ong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one person on your top friends who is the most like you?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm special. i don't know! i can't really relate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get butterflies around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;- no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;- i'd love to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been too drunk to remember a certain night?&lt;br /&gt;- that's long time ago, don't ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;- during the webcam conversations with bff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;- shy shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;- does frosty count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?&lt;br /&gt;- audrey, guides mates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you NOT looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;- exams in few days time and i have no time to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan on moving out within the next year?&lt;br /&gt;- no, not really. i like it here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;br /&gt;-i hate remembering depressing details, but i do remember something unpleasant happen between who and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something you really want right now?&lt;br /&gt;- world peace. haa. i dream big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone named Michelle?&lt;br /&gt;- why michelle? why no other names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you drove with?&lt;br /&gt;- i think my sister? or was it my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;br /&gt;- 2am. reading book and waiting for my hair to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried really, really hard?&lt;br /&gt;- daddy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you live a day without TV?&lt;br /&gt;- absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your ring tone?&lt;br /&gt;- next plane home, daniel powter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;- when doing project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you they were in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;- every morning, i remember i have a Daddy God who loves me, much much long long.&lt;br /&gt;and yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to the person you were dating 8 months ago?&lt;br /&gt;- well...... there wasn't anyone significant 8 mths ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;- HEY, what if a guy is doing this?! when is this going to end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do this past Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;- WENT TO DARIUS BIRTHDAY PARTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the next time you'll hug someone?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing anything on your feet right now?&lt;br /&gt;- does nail polish count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing this coming weekend?&lt;br /&gt;- Sentosa and studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;- i regret taking this thing, it's going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you eating?&lt;br /&gt;- will anyone care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you miss?&lt;br /&gt;- i wouldn't say miss. but i do think about a person a lot. but i don't miss miss. i'm not dying to meet the person. so does that suffice as miss still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm going to stare at the computer and wonder why did i ever do this dumb thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your mood&lt;br /&gt;- feeling real dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with life right now?&lt;br /&gt;- every single, pulsing, breathing moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you texted?&lt;br /&gt;- hoonie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person of the opposite sex to give you a hug?&lt;br /&gt;- was it alastair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;- and the reason is YOOOUUUU. (hoobastank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First person under 'J' on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;- oh crap. Josiah. what happened to my other J friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored while waiting for my bedtime, hence this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-7352938423824097424?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/7352938423824097424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=7352938423824097424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/7352938423824097424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/7352938423824097424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-want-boyfriend-or-girlfriend-im.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-6355840634840977468</id><published>2008-11-25T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:59:36.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was at home the whole day to rush out my part for fmkt, and hopefully im right  on track.&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, i went hot yoga and body combat with roomie today. yoga is just so.... funny? we can't stop laughing when we first started class. and audrey, i don't know how you survive the yoga class with your limited capability to reach your toes. the class must have been a torture for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bootylicious, yesterday, wasn't a success as the lesson was changed to body jam. it was... funny as well? maybe we are just embarrassed shimmying in front of the instructor, we kept laughing at the steps and i realise, my limbs coordination is just as bad as audrey's ability to touch her toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i won't stop working out, i really enjoy the classes and working out till now. and MAYBE, i want to try out yoga another day, when im feeling more flexible and determined in twisting my body unnaturally. so much for the instructor's instructions to do it natural with no force, it's just not possible for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow, badminton with guidey mateys! just like ol' days. and hopefully yushu matures just a tiny weeny bit. fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-6355840634840977468?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/6355840634840977468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=6355840634840977468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6355840634840977468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6355840634840977468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/was-at-home-whole-day-to-rush-out-my.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-3586509313423130017</id><published>2008-11-24T15:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:10:34.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im freezing. from the cold air that the air conditioner in the library is blowing out, and under the boredom im experiencing for the past 2 hours, and one more to go. i'm currently waiting for the 05 people to end their lesson, so i can go gymming with them. told you i love gymming. HOT YOGA, BOOTYLICIOUS( this sounds reallll fun) and maybe pilates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have gone home to lessen my burden, but i'm pretty sure that once i reach home, i'll never want to come back out again. so here i am, trying to entertain myself in library. i tried reading this book, "Divas Las Vegas" by Belinda Jones (sounds bimbo i know), till weixuan came along, and chatted with me. den i decided to watch GG's last episode, but damn megavideo, it only loaded halfway before i "reached" the video limit for the day. SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried getting my reading mood back, but i'm way sleepy now. i know i know. since it's a bimbo book, it doesn't requires any brainwork right? fine, im less than a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, for ma project, our grp got 85. am i happy? you bet. i wasn't much of a positive contribution to my group, i so wish otherwise. i don't like being a free-rider, but what i don't like even more is that i contribute negatively to my group's work. leave it to the experts like what gen would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are just around the corners and i yet to fill up my notes. i'm in need of serious mugging. seriously, if i have to cancel out on any plans, i'm sorry. i can't afford to get any C this time round, and i'm determined to do &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; God's best within this short time span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class has been more and more spilt up, and it's pretty depressing. thank God, i have kindered friendships from last year to tide me through poly life. thank God i have God.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-3586509313423130017?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/3586509313423130017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=3586509313423130017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3586509313423130017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3586509313423130017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-freezing.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-6678864964105653335</id><published>2008-11-23T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T14:34:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4ooth post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it will be on me being tired ( what's new) at the end of the week. a few rounds of mj, ninety nine, meow meow meow, and poker can do me in. i was all ready to hibernate for the rest of today, but sadly, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiredness is accumulative. since Thursday, i never once reach home before midnight. and up till yesterday, i woke up no later than 8 in the morning. and all 3 days have been rather eventful, and being sleep deprived, doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since it was Darius's birthday party, i just couldn't miss it, and any prior engagements just have to be canceled. we reached just in time for the cutting cake session, and proceeded into the room playing mj and some other card games. and as though one whole afternoon of games ain't enough. we played 5-10 over dinner. some smart idea of mine. there were a lot of leftover from the afternoon's buffet, and it was up to the youngsters stuff ourselves to max. so to make things more bearable, we formed teams of 3 and played 10 rounds of 5-10 and the forfeit for the last one standing, will be that the his/her team has to pile their plates with food and eat them. so despite being the first to exit the game most of the time, my team, somehow, ended up eating the food, most of the time. thankfully, the company at hand is a rather sporting bunch, and we managed to clear at least half of the food, and spent the rest of the dinner time, talking about good old secondary school days and the wacked classmates we used to have.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peiwen came by and we bought stickers from the uncle ringo's carnival at tampines central, walked around the carnival and watched the birthday boy played some carnival games, and headed back to jo's place to play a few more rounds of ninety-nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid mosquitoes  bites. and the irritating racket downstairs that woke me up from my slumber. rawr. so much for hibernating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when the whole family quarrels over money. depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-6678864964105653335?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/6678864964105653335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=6678864964105653335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6678864964105653335'/><link rel='self' 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fitness" is true, as for the "He's my witness" is.. just not true.&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to love the gym and the classes they have more and more. i kinda miss body combat class. if not for the gym membership fees, which i consider daylight robbery, i'll probably have join the club. working out in the gym, makes you feel good and it's just different from running around your neighborhood or running on tracks. and it helps to relieve stress and at the same time, keeps you fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll never depend on this to be healthy. i mean, there are thousands and one stories about people who worked out in gym, ate healthily and died young. so all these, as good for the body they are, they are not entirely foolproof. if there's anything i learn in church, one thing i have learned well is that, always put your trust in the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better start working on fmkt project now, before im caught up in my own life and start going out like...some people who goes out.. what i'm trying to say, i have to start prioritizing my commitments. exams are coming, and i have to make up for not listening in lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone loves a little rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my god-son. wonder how just-fat he has become. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSdaLRSRuSI/AAAAAAAABc0/YNfOd5nlFOo/s1600-h/DSC01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSdaLRSRuSI/AAAAAAAABc0/YNfOd5nlFOo/s400/DSC01098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271281038525577506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am king, see me reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&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/216806351192244197-5267113448322301898?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/5267113448322301898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=5267113448322301898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5267113448322301898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5267113448322301898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-beginning-to-love-gym-and-classes.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSdaLRSRuSI/AAAAAAAABc0/YNfOd5nlFOo/s72-c/DSC01098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-7162007085584319063</id><published>2008-11-20T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:28:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BLESSED BIRTHDAY WEIXUAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;i bet you have the most memorable birthday, surprises outside classroom and all.&lt;br /&gt;say adious to the teens and wave hello to the rest-of-your-life womanhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's 20 nov, the long awaited day for me and my guidey mates. me miss them so much. finally they are free from the demanding clutches of the evil warlord, i meant A levels. so to celebrate, we had dinner at bedoky 85 and crashed at yushu's place for teevee, and completing project for me. as a matter of fact, im still here tapping away on yushu's computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passed so fast and we have graduated from hai sing 2 years ago. it feels so unrealisitic. unrealisitic because yushu doesn't seem to have change a single bit while the rest of us have grown and came a long way to become who we are today. we spent our time just crapping around and reminisicing good old(spastic) times, updating each other about the gossips of the people we all know from secondary school and yushu's forever in the center of all the teasings.&lt;br /&gt;love you fat pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that alevels have come and gone, we shall make full use of the time we can spend together, but all these can only start after exams, for the poly students, to end.&lt;br /&gt;very soon it'll be christmas. and i just love christmas, dont you all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendster's horoscope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you suddenly get an urge to tidy up the house, then do it. Your gut is right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i truly understand what they mean by horoscopes can be inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;this is one of its moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-7162007085584319063?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/7162007085584319063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=7162007085584319063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/7162007085584319063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/7162007085584319063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-20-nov-long-awaited-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-5376604383953047453</id><published>2008-11-18T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:44:28.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to cry! my pen thingy ( i cant rmb what's the word for it) for my handphone went missing in my own house! damn sad now. LORD I NEED TO FIND IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body combat was pretty fun actually. vicious and rough, i like it. tiring it maybe, gyming do give a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction every single time, ok i've there twice this week only, i walked out of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushing project now.&lt;br /&gt;this is crap. and im down with fever and flu, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more pictures before im off to projects and finding my "tok-tok" thing for phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSLRWAohjpI/AAAAAAAABcs/wR7loX71W9M/s1600-h/DSC03762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSLRWAohjpI/AAAAAAAABcs/wR7loX71W9M/s400/DSC03762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270004690034200210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSLRVvNlRXI/AAAAAAAABck/fspXxptNQy4/s1600-h/DSC03719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSLRVvNlRXI/AAAAAAAABck/fspXxptNQy4/s400/DSC03719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270004685357794674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh! last year of today, this blog was born. a year of memories penned down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&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/216806351192244197-5376604383953047453?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/5376604383953047453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=5376604383953047453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5376604383953047453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/5376604383953047453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-cry-my-pen-thingy-i-cant-rmb.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSLRWAohjpI/AAAAAAAABcs/wR7loX71W9M/s72-c/DSC03762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-139758867014470988</id><published>2008-11-17T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:00:26.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSBQAsV75oI/AAAAAAAABb8/fMrVHX1OrcI/s1600-h/avenueq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSBQAsV75oI/AAAAAAAABb8/fMrVHX1OrcI/s400/avenueq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269299536856868482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who: me, alastair, junwei and josiah&lt;br /&gt;where: the Esplanade&lt;br /&gt;when: 16 nov 08, 8pm&lt;br /&gt;Comments: horribly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;wait till i learn all the songs, im gonna irritate you guys with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSBRTl4ssiI/AAAAAAAABcc/PIPckorHQ9U/s1600-h/DSC03717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSBRTl4ssiI/AAAAAAAABcc/PIPckorHQ9U/s400/DSC03717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269300961052766754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSBRTQjWI0I/AAAAAAAABcU/2eTQkTbzAlo/s1600-h/DSC03693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSBRTQjWI0I/AAAAAAAABcU/2eTQkTbzAlo/s400/DSC03693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269300955326063426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSBRTLmMZ-I/AAAAAAAABcM/G1UpmJYlUYU/s1600-h/DSC03692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSBRTLmMZ-I/AAAAAAAABcM/G1UpmJYlUYU/s400/DSC03692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269300953995831266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSBRSTJPsqI/AAAAAAAABcE/7gDrRoGrUvs/s1600-h/DSC03690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSBRSTJPsqI/AAAAAAAABcE/7gDrRoGrUvs/s400/DSC03690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269300938842026658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big dreams aside, we just want to have fun and party like rockstars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-139758867014470988?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/139758867014470988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=139758867014470988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/139758867014470988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/139758867014470988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-me-alastair-junwei-and-josiah-where.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SSBQAsV75oI/AAAAAAAABb8/fMrVHX1OrcI/s72-c/avenueq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-307686553811738529</id><published>2008-11-15T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:53:04.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUSIMARINA you're officially my idol! you got me flipping excited, so much so when i heard about IT, i flipped over and flopped back again.&lt;br /&gt;woe to HIM.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos. i missed the drama in school today. such a historical moment, someone should have taped the whole thing down. chose the wrong day to skip class, wouldn't have if i knew this was coming right up today's menu, served cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of menu, alastair's birthday dinner was at Dragongate Restaurant, an excellent place to host a traditional chinese wedding dinner. we ordered a lot of food, and ended up having a large spread on the table. pictures and video up as soon as i get my hands on them.&lt;br /&gt;if anyone wants tissue, alastair's the guy you have to look for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh i just have to post this, cause this is too beautiful to give it a miss.&lt;br /&gt;presenting&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cherrie chen&lt;/span&gt;'s work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SR2qiNAKGjI/AAAAAAAABb0/bQ4jItuRuu0/s1600-h/IMG-9920-18-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SR2qiNAKGjI/AAAAAAAABb0/bQ4jItuRuu0/s400/IMG-9920-18-19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268554643675945522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how picturesque and enchanting!&lt;br /&gt;can you see it's a combination of 3 pictures?&lt;br /&gt;no right?&lt;br /&gt;good, you're not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-307686553811738529?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/307686553811738529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=307686553811738529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/307686553811738529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/307686553811738529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/susimarina-youre-officially-my-idol-you.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SR2qiNAKGjI/AAAAAAAABb0/bQ4jItuRuu0/s72-c/IMG-9920-18-19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-1600295303793100250</id><published>2008-11-13T11:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:56:10.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY, BLESSED, ENJOYABLE BIRTHDAY ALASSY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"go home ling kopi feed bird!'&lt;br /&gt;never once a moment with my all time favourite is a dull moment. he makes monday less blue-y, breaks lot more interesting. never mind being the center of jokes (almost)all the time, he always have so much favour with the people around him.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my genie out there (if there's one), i wish, to be home now, snuggle in my cosy bed, and wake up doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are smaller than normal, and never again will i stay out so late when it's school days. i guess parents always have reasons as to what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 more hours to end of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Papa loves mambo&lt;br /&gt;Mama loves mambo&lt;br /&gt;Look at 'em sway with it, gettin' so gay with it&lt;br /&gt;Shoutin' "olé" with it, wow! (ooh!) &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above says it all.&lt;br /&gt;i sure had fun last night, even i did not hit that high, but it was pretty good fun. we learn from experiences dont we? im sure peiwen will fully agree with me. but honestly,i think i kinda outgrow the whole clubbing scene? or maybe i just want to have simple fun like chilling at home with zee girlfriends, all snuggled up in pyjamas and eating tubs after tubs of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, let's just see how long this mentality last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"thou shall not cross felina when she's sleep deprived"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/216806351192244197-1600295303793100250?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/1600295303793100250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=1600295303793100250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1600295303793100250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1600295303793100250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-blessed-enjoyable-birthday-alassy.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-8176253335972385446</id><published>2008-11-11T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:40:40.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Steer clear of other people's dramas today. They'll give you nothing but trouble.&lt;br /&gt;that's friendster's horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had one drama today, and it certainly got me in a little bit of trouble. but really, what the heaven. i got two more coming right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jap curry and miso soup is a huge huge success!! believe it people. it's le chef felina in the sushi hut yo! i see myself a budding chef. the weird thing is, i still don't know how long it takes to cook a half boil egg to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow mambo mambo! the long awaited night, i just cannot wait. there's too much build up anticipation this whole week. i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, the feelings were so strong, that i was taken aback even more than before. so so strong, and i had the most intense overwhelmed feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Love is crazy&lt;br /&gt;Pretty baby&lt;br /&gt;Take it real slow&lt;br /&gt;My feelings show&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do&lt;br /&gt;Is never ever let it go&lt;br /&gt;My feelings show&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;My feelings show&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’m trying to say is that&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling a change and&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let it take all over&lt;br /&gt;If you need time away&lt;br /&gt;I won’t ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to lose you&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&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/216806351192244197-8176253335972385446?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/8176253335972385446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=8176253335972385446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8176253335972385446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8176253335972385446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/steer-clear-of-other-peoples-dramas.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-3057388938366124705</id><published>2008-11-10T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:46:54.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;frosty in action&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SRf71VpXB2I/AAAAAAAABbs/qpTSMkpouIQ/s1600-h/IMG_4840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SRf71VpXB2I/AAAAAAAABbs/qpTSMkpouIQ/s400/IMG_4840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266955182995343202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;smile baby smile&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SRf70U2kf6I/AAAAAAAABbk/HYF51xmjp1w/s1600-h/IMG_4843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SRf70U2kf6I/AAAAAAAABbk/HYF51xmjp1w/s400/IMG_4843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266955165602447266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watch me glide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-85eeea0da2bb466c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85eeea0da2bb466c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331688128%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67BA8936BF3F2597EBB5AA9004BCF7B2F548F1C.2CC63CA14E8AF415F1C9C3AF4801A3F187D85DE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85eeea0da2bb466c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxcR2kxfeK_5r-H1IPg0X7cJWkiE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85eeea0da2bb466c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331688128%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67BA8936BF3F2597EBB5AA9004BCF7B2F548F1C.2CC63CA14E8AF415F1C9C3AF4801A3F187D85DE6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85eeea0da2bb466c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxcR2kxfeK_5r-H1IPg0X7cJWkiE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we are free and mummy's not at home, frosty gets the ride of his life. :D&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the echo in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't he a babe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came home from supper with bff at 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont we all just wish for happy ever after, that &lt;span name="konafilter"&gt;how someday, we all just might find the one that will kneel to the ground and pull out a ring and say “Marry me, Juliet. You never have to be alone. I love you and that’s all I really know.”- this part from just jared.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's the 21st century, and i ought to be more realistic. but we can all just dream about it right!&lt;br /&gt;:D&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/216806351192244197-3057388938366124705?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=85eeea0da2bb466c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/3057388938366124705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=3057388938366124705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3057388938366124705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3057388938366124705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-we-are-free-and-mummys-not-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SRf71VpXB2I/AAAAAAAABbs/qpTSMkpouIQ/s72-c/IMG_4840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-515647382012837387</id><published>2008-11-09T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:43:14.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im officially stumped with MA. i have not been making any progress since i started on it. my chart's been looking awfully weird and just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help i need somebody&lt;br /&gt;help not just anybody&lt;br /&gt;help you know i need someone&lt;br /&gt;help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sucks big time. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like fainting&lt;br /&gt;going to faint&lt;br /&gt;fainting&lt;br /&gt;faint&lt;br /&gt;fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies to catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEDTIME STORIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An adventure comedy starring ADAM SANDLER as Skeeter Bronson, a hotel handyman whose life is changed forever when the bedtime stories he tells his niece and nephew start to mysteriously come true. He attempts to take advantage of the phenomenon, incorporating his own aspirations into one outlandish tale after another, but it’s the kids’ unexpected contributions that turn Skeeter’s life upside down. From Director Adam Shankman (“Hairspray,” “The Wedding Planner”), BEDTIME STORIES features an all-star cast, including ADAM SANDLER, GUY PEARCE, KERI RUSSELL, COURTENEY COX and RUSSELL BRAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Man” stars Jim Carrey as Carl Allen, a guy whose life is going nowhere—the operative word being “no”—until he signs up for a self-help program based on one simple covenant: say yes to everything...and anything. Unleashing the power of “YES” begins to transform Carl’s life in amazing and unexpected ways, getting him promoted at work and opening the door to a new romance. But his willingness to embrace every opportunity might just become too much of a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight" is an action-packed, modern day love story between a vampire and a human. Bella Swan (Kristen Stewart) has always been a little bit different, never caring about fitting in with the trendy girls at her Phoenix high school. When her mother remarries and sends Bella to live with her father in the rainy little town of Forks, Washington, she doesn't expect much of anything to change. Then she meets the mysterious and dazzlingly beautiful Edward Cullen (Robert Pattinson), a boy unlike any she's ever met. Intelligent and witty, he sees straight into her soul. Soon, Bella and Edward are swept up in a passionate and decidedly unorthodox romance. Edward can run faster than a mountain lion, he can stop a moving car with his bare hands – and he hasn't aged since 1918. Like all vampires, he's immortal. But he doesn't have fangs, and he doesn't drink human blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUSTRALIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A romantic action-adventure set in northern Australia prior to World War II, AUSTRALIA centers on an English aristocrat (Nicole Kidman) who inherits a ranch the size of Maryland. When English cattle barons plot to take her land, she reluctantly joins forces with a rough-hewn cattle driver (Hugh Jackman) to drive 2000 head of cattle across hundreds of miles of the country’s most unforgiving land, only to still face the bombing of Darwin, Australia by the Japanese forces that had attacked Pearl Harbor only months earlier. With his new film, Baz Luhrmann is painting on a vast canvas, creating a cinematic experience that brings together romance, drama, adventure and spectacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For super-dog BOLT (voice of JOHN TRAVOLTA), every day is filled with adventure, danger and intrigue—at least until the cameras stop rolling. When the star of a hit TV show is accidentally shipped from his Hollywood soundstage to New York City, he begins his biggest adventure yet—a cross-country journey through the real world to get back to his owner and co-star, Penny (voice of MILEY CYRUS). Armed only with the delusions that all his amazing feats and powers are real, and the help of two unlikely traveling companions—a jaded, abandoned housecat named Mittens (voice of SUSIE ESSMAN) and a TV-obsessed hamster named Rhino (voice of MARK WALTON) -- Bolt discovers he doesn’t need superpowers to be a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANGUS THONGS AND PERFECT SNOGGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGUS, THONGS AND PERFECT SNOGGING is a coming of age story - a very British take on American high school movies like Clueless and Mean Girls.  Based on the first two books of the hughly successful series by Louise Rennison, the film follows the eccentric and irresistible Georgia Nicolson as she overcomes the trauma of being a teenager and moves up the "snogging scale". Misunderstood by her ancient parents, but buoyed up by the love of her cat Angus and her best friends - "The Ace Gang" - Georgia struggles through life seeking out her two main desires: 1. To get a gorgeous sex-god as her boyfriend and 2. To throw the greatest 15th birthday party ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-515647382012837387?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/515647382012837387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=515647382012837387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/515647382012837387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/515647382012837387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-officially-stumped-with-ma.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-1520709873104640714</id><published>2008-11-08T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:34:46.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im waiting for GG episode 9 to load and it's taking forever.&lt;br /&gt;im waiting for something that will knock me out of my own reverie and it's taking forever.&lt;br /&gt;im waiting for a confirmation that will probably change my mind and it's taking forever.&lt;br /&gt;i hate waiting, especially when it's taking forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep repeating mistakes, returning to square one and running in circles.&lt;br /&gt;this is crap, i knew it.&lt;br /&gt;to hell with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to do uccd project, interesting stuffs i get to learn about catholicism.&lt;br /&gt;met alas ( I KNOW YOU READ THIS), and we played the lots thingy in the temple. a very peculiar and funny experience actually. i thank God im in the world, and not of the world.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am, trying to do my project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-1520709873104640714?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/1520709873104640714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=1520709873104640714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1520709873104640714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/1520709873104640714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-waiting-for-gg-episode-9-to-load-and.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-3858076358826374215</id><published>2008-11-06T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:16:55.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally finished with MA-price index, i pray that my explanation stands valid. please please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursdays are the most tiring day of the week, and today isn't an exception. so much so that i skipped CRAA tutorial in hope of getting rest at home before tying up the loose ends of my homework. but no.&lt;br /&gt;lindy moved forward her HELLO KITTY opening ceremony to this afternoon, so we ended up playing mj the whole afternoon. she got us to eat her aglio olio, which resulted me in never seeing aglio olio the same way ever again. MA-ed, and now drinking and mj-ing. they just went out for a smoke, so i decided to spend my time worthwhile by blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the juvenile.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SRMJ6__oyzI/AAAAAAAABbU/aU9pZmNhSxw/s1600-h/P0611080003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SRMJ6__oyzI/AAAAAAAABbU/aU9pZmNhSxw/s400/P0611080003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265563298541652786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SRMJ7MncxOI/AAAAAAAABbc/3Q6FYwCDIXc/s1600-h/P0611080002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SRMJ7MncxOI/AAAAAAAABbc/3Q6FYwCDIXc/s400/P0611080002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265563301929862370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel the pink and never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are back and im still winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-3858076358826374215?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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pagar to singapore poly to bugis to the cathay to marina square to the cathay to cineleisure cathay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explanation as per below.&lt;br /&gt;i have been up since six, to have breakfast with my dad and mum at tanjong pagar, before going school for FF tutorial at eight. after which, B-Law lecture was cancelled, causing me not to wait for FF lecture and head out with friends,&lt;br /&gt;so to the streets i go,  lunch at bugis, then to watch TROPIC THUNDER with josiah and alastair at the cathay. went to marina square to meet audrey boonyen and yiling where we had a fun time laughing and gossiping about different people. head back to the cathay yet again to have BnJ where we spent the time there watching MTV, and met the person who says im whacked.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;den to cineleisure to watch QUANTUM OF SOLACE with my parents and their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tropic thunder&lt;/span&gt; was corny, idiotic,revolting, brainless and funny. good for brain-shrinking days like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quantum of solace&lt;/span&gt; wasn't up to my expectations. the stunts yes, but the storyline, not really. it was like running, shooting, running, explosions, hot babes, shooting, running, hot babes, explosion and most importantly revenge. pretty political actually.&lt;br /&gt;revenge is served oily and my mum was SUPER jumpy throughout the whole movie, damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and airport to send my parents off.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OBAMA WON! surprise? not really. he was leading all the way, but i was skeptical that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;colourists&lt;/span&gt; may be skewed in their votes. after so much money spent on the elections, it's good that it finally came to an end. and U.S. of America is the only country i ever heard and seen with this great amount of media coverage for their elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring post, i know. my eyes are half-closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obama on the left&lt;br /&gt;McCain on the right&lt;br /&gt;We can talk politics all night&lt;br /&gt;And you can vote however you like&lt;br /&gt;You can vote however you like, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Democratic left&lt;br /&gt;Republican right&lt;br /&gt;November 4th we decide&lt;br /&gt;And you can vote however you like&lt;br /&gt;You can vote however you like, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxlwYP0HNdc&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/UxlwYP0HNdc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&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/216806351192244197-4405377247384675610?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/4405377247384675610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=4405377247384675610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4405377247384675610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4405377247384675610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-running-on-my-feet-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-8110588288977008148</id><published>2008-11-04T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:12:00.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XrLzYw6ULYw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/XrLzYw6ULYw&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;it's grace im saved. it's grace im loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-8110588288977008148?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/8110588288977008148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=8110588288977008148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8110588288977008148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8110588288977008148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-grace-im-saved.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-6946453133614056121</id><published>2008-11-04T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:21:08.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally watched hsm3 yesterday, with audrey, DARIUS, junwei, josiah and someone who thinks that i'm whacked-but-in-a good-way-but-still-whacked.&lt;br /&gt;HEY I WAS BEING FELINA THE FRIENDLY ONE.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;darius was super adorable like usual, once again, whatever happened to his brother is beyond my comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the movie, zac efron looks less barbie-ken like in it as compared to real life, ashley tisdale was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fabulus &lt;/span&gt;in being the bitchy drama-mama she is. cheesy and corny as the movie may seems, i still think it's pretty good, afterall, it's named high school musical. but i think, it would be better if it's made into a real musical like broadway, cause the settings are a little too extravagant and flashy for a movie. the storyline was pretty good, i think anyone who's graduating from anywhere should watch it, it makes graduation more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next on the list will be tropic thunder and quantum of solace! and possibly night in rodanthe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school now, later then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&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/216806351192244197-6946453133614056121?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/6946453133614056121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=6946453133614056121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6946453133614056121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6946453133614056121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-watched-hsm3-yesterday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-8694628671638641399</id><published>2008-11-02T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T21:29:09.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want watch tropic thunder, HSM3, Quantum of solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a movie fanatic, to a movie-once-in-awhile. but HSM3 finally tomorrow! hopefully there's no sudden change in plans! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my guidey mates dearly. im anticipating 20 nov more than my birthday. sweet lord, i pray that all of them do well.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the start of something new.  for me and for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i have really weird fetishes. and all my close friends, say amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the clock to strike 10, then it will be bed time for me.&lt;br /&gt;bedtime stories or lullabies, anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&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/216806351192244197-8694628671638641399?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/8694628671638641399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=8694628671638641399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8694628671638641399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/8694628671638641399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-watch-tropic-thunder-hsm3.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-4074888057220417138</id><published>2008-11-01T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:57:29.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 John 4:17&lt;br /&gt;As He is, so are we in this world.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQx3qCTtLiI/AAAAAAAABbM/gSshgwtm5go/s1600-h/IMG-0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQx3qCTtLiI/AAAAAAAABbM/gSshgwtm5go/s400/IMG-0359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263713628547001890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this peekture the most , out of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raphael:&lt;/span&gt; okaye, i shall try this lighting combination for the camera. do something and i'll take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;felina: &lt;/span&gt;err, like what? feed you the icecream?( totally didn't mean it as an idea, more of randomness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;raphael:&lt;/span&gt; good idea, pretend im the camera and feed me through the lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how weird and ludicrous it sounded? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but raphael's a nice guy, he lets me punch him, and i punched him pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;he's single, funny, smart and nice.&lt;br /&gt;his number is.. 9xxxxxx0&lt;br /&gt;but he, like all human beings, is flawed. for e.g. he talks a lot of shit and super whiney.&lt;br /&gt;still, any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just some random blabbering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i was just browsing the sp photogenic main webpage and i saw some familiar faces there, and i voted. HAHA! once again, done out of randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;oh shit, he's probably wondering what's the matter with me once again. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I NEED A FLING-O-FLING!&lt;br /&gt;why everyone's reaction so huge when i said i was going to find a fling. everyone except peiwen, who supported me and said we'll find together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i bought this dress from bugis street for 10 bucks. damn good bargain, and i spied similar bargains there too. aud aud! im asking you out now, two weeks from now, 15 nov, shopping spree? please please me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i want to save up, and work out. yay! wednesday, badmintion, gyming and running with hoonie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&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/216806351192244197-4074888057220417138?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/4074888057220417138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=4074888057220417138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4074888057220417138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4074888057220417138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-john-417-as-he-is-so-are-we-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQx3qCTtLiI/AAAAAAAABbM/gSshgwtm5go/s72-c/IMG-0359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-6803903484804026214</id><published>2008-11-01T00:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:03:48.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;heads up: it's gonna be a short and emotional post.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im sick of trying, too hard and too much. maybe i hate the way things are revolving around one person. maybe i learn not to invest on things that are not worth the while. maybe i don't want to be preoccupied about things that proves to reap no returns.&lt;br /&gt;before anyone asked what happened, nothing changed, but i learned, once again, that i have to draw clear distinctive line.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of going round in circles, just trying to think what can i do, what should i do, how should i do, for the sake of a person, who's oblivious to all these. and trust me, im in no legal binding contracts, obligations, or agreements to do so. call me dumb for doing all these out of goodwill and puppy love, more of puppy love.&lt;br /&gt;some may say two had played this game, i chose to say, a lone game is played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all is said and done, things should be left the way they should have been, prehistorically planned.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget about the above, but it stands valid, if anything else.&lt;br /&gt;BE OF GOOD CHEER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peektures from veevoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu1U1fqIfI/AAAAAAAABZs/5Cs-ZdL6CGQ/s1600-h/IMG-0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu1U1fqIfI/AAAAAAAABZs/5Cs-ZdL6CGQ/s400/IMG-0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263499959074431474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu1VeCJt1I/AAAAAAAABZ0/9SjGBbpUkq4/s1600-h/IMG-0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu1VeCJt1I/AAAAAAAABZ0/9SjGBbpUkq4/s400/IMG-0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263499969956525906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu1VbmcWbI/AAAAAAAABZ8/Mx3obRgPf3Y/s1600-h/IMG-0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu1VbmcWbI/AAAAAAAABZ8/Mx3obRgPf3Y/s400/IMG-0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263499969303435698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu1VuZmkbI/AAAAAAAABaE/aS-dx7iZ1NI/s1600-h/IMG-0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu1VuZmkbI/AAAAAAAABaE/aS-dx7iZ1NI/s400/IMG-0342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263499974349853106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EARL GREY CHOCOLATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu1WE5BsyI/AAAAAAAABaM/RlQfxDASfWs/s1600-h/IMG-0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu1WE5BsyI/AAAAAAAABaM/RlQfxDASfWs/s400/IMG-0346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263499980387234594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu2t-60kJI/AAAAAAAABaU/RqSmvrfLkqo/s1600-h/IMG-0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu2t-60kJI/AAAAAAAABaU/RqSmvrfLkqo/s400/IMG-0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263501490612637842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes be amazed by the size of the cone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu2ueZPzLI/AAAAAAAABac/GBwQYJKEFkU/s1600-h/IMG-0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu2ueZPzLI/AAAAAAAABac/GBwQYJKEFkU/s400/IMG-0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263501499061750962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu2uh3LSTI/AAAAAAAABak/-Xu-DhfUSfE/s1600-h/IMG-0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu2uh3LSTI/AAAAAAAABak/-Xu-DhfUSfE/s400/IMG-0355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263501499992590642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu2vCPq0ZI/AAAAAAAABas/XHlj2AWRPJg/s1600-h/IMG-0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu2vCPq0ZI/AAAAAAAABas/XHlj2AWRPJg/s400/IMG-0359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263501508685255058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu2vTPsL_I/AAAAAAAABa0/lcxE5HWuJXs/s1600-h/IMG-0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu2vTPsL_I/AAAAAAAABa0/lcxE5HWuJXs/s400/IMG-0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263501513248747506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ain't easy taking a self-potrait with a dslr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu3G77lWSI/AAAAAAAABa8/lMaavdzg0eA/s1600-h/IMG-0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu3G77lWSI/AAAAAAAABa8/lMaavdzg0eA/s400/IMG-0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263501919307258146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherrie chen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu3HBcMBAI/AAAAAAAABbE/0cioGj-WGUg/s1600-h/IMG-0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu3HBcMBAI/AAAAAAAABbE/0cioGj-WGUg/s400/IMG-0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263501920786187266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;raphael ng.&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/216806351192244197-6803903484804026214?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/6803903484804026214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=6803903484804026214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6803903484804026214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/6803903484804026214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/11/heads-up-its-gonna-be-short-and.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQu1U1fqIfI/AAAAAAAABZs/5Cs-ZdL6CGQ/s72-c/IMG-0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-979168545656040438</id><published>2008-10-30T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:40:01.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/jDmODdIwvT/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/jDmODdIwvT/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/warnerbrosrecords/video/P98Gwohu/daniel_powter_next_plane_home_music_video/"&gt;Next Plane Home - Daniel Powter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early to baby blue eyes from a far whoah whoah&lt;br /&gt;And when the sun comes through and lights you like the angel you are whoah whoah&lt;br /&gt;I know I do you wrong when I’m with you I’ve been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every season change, it looks the same November to June whoah whoah&lt;br /&gt;And dont these empty streets skip a beat the flowers dont bloom whoah whoah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I missed your birthday again&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna come back but I just don’t know when now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so lonely your're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;That’s way I’m gonna be on the next plane home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road that never ends around the bend I see your smile whoah whoah&lt;br /&gt;I’d swim across the sea to be with you for a while whoah whoah&lt;br /&gt;Cos I’ve made a life of being gone&lt;br /&gt;Now the way that I feel I just don’t belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so lonely you’re not here with me&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I’m gonna be on the next plane home&lt;br /&gt;And you’re you’re the only face I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I’m gonna be on the next plane home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand around try to make every moment&lt;br /&gt;And be somebody yeah anybody&lt;br /&gt;It seems the whole world is taking me over&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody to help me get back to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve always been a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;But things are gonna change&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you’re you’re the only face I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I gonna be on the next plane home&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I’m taking the next plane home&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m getting the next plane home&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m taking the next plane home&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-979168545656040438?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/979168545656040438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=979168545656040438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/979168545656040438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/979168545656040438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/10/next-plane-home-daniel-powter-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-544222322949647204</id><published>2008-10-29T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:04:02.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, happy birthday roomie!&lt;br /&gt;hope you like the presents, company and all the fun!&lt;br /&gt;we'll bowl in school next time, get your steps right by then!&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully the camera is workable, even though the processing sound seems really dubious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's still school, but im beginning to like more modules now. lectures as boring they are, they actually do make more sense now. actually im pretty glad i'm in banking and finance sector. now when i hear adults discussing about the financial turmoil, it no longer sound like a whole load of jargon to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn tired, it's just jared, tutorial and bed.&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of being sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;sabrina choo tse ting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;HAPPY, BLESSED,  18th BIRHTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQhep9awcvI/AAAAAAAABZk/CtkgcATC6g8/s1600-h/sabrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQhep9awcvI/AAAAAAAABZk/CtkgcATC6g8/s400/sabrina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262560239536861938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i love you alot alot, much much, long long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;dont doubt it. you know you're loved, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;just being you, broom-y hair, spasticness and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;so no more whining and tears from you okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and even if you have to, you have me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;once this nightmare is over, we'll spend more time alrights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;i can't wait for 20Nov to come.&lt;br /&gt;(purple in your honor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&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/216806351192244197-544222322949647204?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/544222322949647204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=544222322949647204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/544222322949647204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/544222322949647204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-again-happy-birthday-roomie-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQhep9awcvI/AAAAAAAABZk/CtkgcATC6g8/s72-c/sabrina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-891298421303384017</id><published>2008-10-28T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:15:40.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are currently running the risk of freezing under all the thinking you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendster horoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that a sign?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;ended up going school. thought it will b a boring day in lectures, but it's just my day to see alastair at mrt control station.&lt;br /&gt;apparently he was trying to sneak away without me noticing him. like i would hardly notice a guy covering his face while he walks.&lt;br /&gt;he said he was trying to avoid me so i won't pull him back to lectures. he was so right. guess who ended up in the lectures with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSM3 wasn't a success. the tickets sold out when we reached there. BUT the trip wasn't entirely futile. bff and i had a good heart-to-heart-to-nonsense talk over gelare waffles, and beef chili cheese fries. and feeling utterly sinful, we went for a short walk from pasir ris to tampines sunplaza park to play the swings. and for records, the dares i made for myself, they are way freaky, God and audrey be my witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we suck at wliia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&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/216806351192244197-891298421303384017?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/891298421303384017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=891298421303384017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/891298421303384017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/891298421303384017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-are-currently-running-risk-of.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-3970443385603058873</id><published>2008-10-27T10:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:51:48.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busted. way busted. I don't know what now. in fact, im pretty unsure of anything, even the idea of going out of my room seems forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im using my phone to blog, smart phones, smart indeed. th keyboard still suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never fully realized th graciousness of my parents. and I just realized im way spoilt as compared to my two sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;there's only this much i can do, and i just want a way out from this mess i created myself.&lt;br /&gt;monday blues indeed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things running across my mind and they are quite a headache just to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;i know exactly who and what can cure this misery. the finest remedy in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy&lt;br /&gt;i know you love me the most, and i love you too. not because of the things u have given me, but cause you are my daddy, and the undeserving love that you constantly shower on me, despite what i have done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/216806351192244197-3970443385603058873?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/3970443385603058873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=3970443385603058873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3970443385603058873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/3970443385603058873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/10/busted.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-2095818418305954117</id><published>2008-10-26T18:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:33:12.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>splitting headache since second service started. think it's the lack of sleep. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still like serving, with the children, teachers and me!&lt;br /&gt;those so many kids i adore. them and their simple trains of thoughts really fascinates me, and in their own special ways, they taught me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;all of them. the unique thing about kids. there's no way to fault them, yet.&lt;br /&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/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQRSn6_-DGI/AAAAAAAABYs/zCQNWMgr_OM/s1600-h/peiwen+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQRSn6_-DGI/AAAAAAAABYs/zCQNWMgr_OM/s400/peiwen+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261421110481521762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what we do when we are bored in gems. either this or playing games on itouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just in case i dont have time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY SEXY 18th ROOMIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if you're not sexy enough, please&lt;br /&gt;if there's one helluva bitch i want to meet, that will be you you youuu..&lt;br /&gt;consider this a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQRjWZR8meI/AAAAAAAABZU/BEZx7Ot0hD4/s1600-h/DSC05649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQRjWZR8meI/AAAAAAAABZU/BEZx7Ot0hD4/s400/DSC05649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261439501070014946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQRig_nb8YI/AAAAAAAABY8/waviFNm6cm4/s1600-h/DSC05243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQRig_nb8YI/AAAAAAAABY8/waviFNm6cm4/s400/DSC05243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261438583647760770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQRjWBoJnwI/AAAAAAAABZM/r-u9ULCmkwE/s1600-h/DSC05640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQRjWBoJnwI/AAAAAAAABZM/r-u9ULCmkwE/s400/DSC05640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261439494720691970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&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/216806351192244197-2095818418305954117?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/2095818418305954117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=2095818418305954117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2095818418305954117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/2095818418305954117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/10/splitting-headache-since-second-service.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/SQRSn6_-DGI/AAAAAAAABYs/zCQNWMgr_OM/s72-c/peiwen+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216806351192244197.post-4747386047374120632</id><published>2008-10-25T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:45:32.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything seem a tad lot better.  i knew my GOD will see me through, like what He promised, He'll never forsake me.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snap snap snap.&lt;br /&gt;i'm having fun with the DSLR cherrie got from school. watch me turn pro people.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i enjoy taking photos and all, i sincerely dread going out with raphael and cherrie the next time when they say "shopping" and "camera". just so you know, i spent almost the entire afternoon, floating around camera shops, best denki, looking at lenses, camera bodies and catalogues. I GOT SHORT ATTETNION SPAN LA!&lt;br /&gt;God knows how many times i punched raphael for suggesting more camera-window-shopping.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, even it's not about the camera, he still get punched by me. i swear that his reflex actions are getting better.&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;and he has to stop teasing me about THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropped the couple a visit with cookies and chocolates. as promised alright, only  it isn't snoopy.&lt;br /&gt;C is for cookey, and that's good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;Cookey Cookey Cookey starts with a C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around vivo and went to this spiffy icecream/pastries cafe, near ben and jerry. talk about competition. the place is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bonbon tea or bonboncafe&lt;/span&gt; if you want to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;the ice cream is really yummy, and it goes exceptionally well with the humongous waffle cone.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of ben n jerry, i spied two tubs of BnJ ice cream in the plastic bag the person sitting beside me on the bus ride home was holding.&lt;br /&gt;i would have robbed him if not for the scoop of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;earl grey chocolate ice cream&lt;/span&gt; i had earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto. im going to continue snapping frosty's photo with the camera before i glue myself to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;serving tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;YEEHAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-loves n kisses-&lt;br /&gt;felina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once I thought my innocence was gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now I know that happiness goes on&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/216806351192244197-4747386047374120632?l=walkingcontradict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/feeds/4747386047374120632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=216806351192244197&amp;postID=4747386047374120632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4747386047374120632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216806351192244197/posts/default/4747386047374120632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingcontradict.blogspot.com/2008/10/everything-seem-tad-lot-better.html' title=''/><author><name>felina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01936912480841346086</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JLJhc_AA_mY/R804JegR-VI/AAAAAAAAAXY/I_jKQA8PLsM/S220/melon+and+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
