<?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-11576081</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:06:15.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog =]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>265</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115875975571993365</id><published>2006-09-20T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:42:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is it .. i'm not blogging anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115875975571993365?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115875975571993365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115875975571993365' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115875975571993365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115875975571993365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115764530982377410</id><published>2006-09-07T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:08:29.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's funny when i read someone's blog. She's worried about the relationship coz they 'probably may not meet up for 5 months' if they always have different schedules and off days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Singapore aint that small. Besides it's still relatively affordable to call or msg here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me. I wont even be breathing the same air as boyfriend. I definately wont be seeing him for 5 months and not forgetting the next 2 years will only be spent on weekends meetup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a will, there's a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worried about us because i know we should be. Despite everything, you are still the one dearest to me. 5 months will not be a test for us, but a chance to learn more about ourselves and what we want out of the relationship. I know it'll be better for us as we'll learn how to appreciate each other and learn how to understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, i dont even know what i'm talking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great evening out with darling. Havent felt like such a princess in such a while due to projects and such. To darling: i'm proud of you today =) i'm really glad you took this step to overcome your fears and i appreciate you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the lovely dinner and company at tonkichi, for the lovely notebook which i shouldnt have coverted due to the price and choosing a book with me at borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time at the void deck was precious to me. Dont think too much k? i'll only be gone 138 days. Time will pass faster than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115764530982377410?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115764530982377410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115764530982377410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115764530982377410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115764530982377410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-funny-when-i-read-someones-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115747550349757841</id><published>2006-09-06T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:58:23.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Realised i havent blogged in a while =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 3 years i actually stayed through a paper, a 2 hour at that. Would have left earlier if not for the teacher who didnt spot me till after the other invigilator said no leaving the examination hall. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Suntec's Marche with zoo peeps and had a great lunch followed by shopping session =D. Got played out by my mom and ended up not going to the gym. Made me lug that heavy bad all the way dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with radon people. Sally, Wei Qi, Kai Wei, Jackson, Ivan. Thanks to Xue Yun, Aw and his girlfriend who came just to see me and teddy who tried to come =) So touched. Anyway despite the group being small, it was fun and it made me reminise about the time we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Wen Qi for making me join the camp that time. It was truely memorable and i really didnt regret joining them. In fact it made me motivated to join again. Hopefully we can all be in one group again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Visited grandma after collecting ticket. Managed to catch some auditions of Project Superstar. Whilst there were some that werent that bad, there were some that were terrible. Hats off to this guy with some disability but it made me feel proud for him for coming out and trying. I hope they show him on tv, i think he deserves that applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;Met Manda and serene for an evening of dinner, shopping and chatting. I'll miss you girls loads, it's been ages since we went out like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 6 more days i'll be off to China for 5 months culture exchange. It'll definately be an eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to darling: i'm really glad we managed to talk things out for once today. now that we know our stand let's work together to making this work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115747550349757841?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115747550349757841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115747550349757841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115747550349757841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115747550349757841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/09/realised-i-havent-blogged-in-while-d.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115673062710610902</id><published>2006-08-28T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:35:26.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks you all who remembered my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;1) manda and serene for being the first and giving me that lovely La Senza voucher&lt;br /&gt;2) Azlina for the lovely earrings and the early greeting&lt;br /&gt;3) Liping for the early by one day greeting&lt;br /&gt;4) Afidah&lt;br /&gt;5) Jia Hui&lt;br /&gt;6) Mimi xiong xiong&lt;br /&gt;7) Tabi&lt;br /&gt;8) Stella&lt;br /&gt;9) Kah Ong&lt;br /&gt;10) Chris&lt;br /&gt;11) Wen Qi&lt;br /&gt;12) Xiao Toot&lt;br /&gt;13) Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;14) Ivan Lua&lt;br /&gt;15) Sally&lt;br /&gt;16) Ivan Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting my dearest boy who came all the way to the bottom of my flat at 11pm last night to sing me a birthday song and shaking his butt despite the cars roaming by =) really sweet of you darling. No wonder you knew when i went into my room haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks also for that bouquet of lily again, it's still smelling nice in my room haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great dinner with my family last night at &lt;a href="mailto:Spagetties@Marina"&gt;Spagetties@Marina&lt;/a&gt;. My dad got my brother and i a magarita each =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I saw some nice clothes online but no money =(&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my brother agreed to sponsor one of the blouse yay =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at NYDC wasnt bad haha i think i ordered wrongly again lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please buy the Kwon Sang Woo ticket from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115673062710610902?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115673062710610902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115673062710610902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115673062710610902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115673062710610902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks-you-all-who-remembered-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115659617477483153</id><published>2006-08-26T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:42:54.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really dont understand why taiwanese are so happy going on a variety show letting everyone guess who their other half is. How can they stand their girlfriend/boyfriend hugging and "kissing" another especially in front of their parents? What some people would do for fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks boyfriend for the bouquet of lily =D Cant believe that you actually remembered and they sure smell good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/200/P8251210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met up with secondary school people yesterday. Many thanks to Wei Jing, Wen Hong, Ivan, Leonard, Azlina, Dennis, Jing yang and Matt for coming. I think it felt nice meeting up after 3 years and chatting like adults we'll be. It felt good and comforting and it was nice to know that past differences were put aside and as i told Ivan, we used to be kids haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway i'm off to shower. Tata all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115659617477483153?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115659617477483153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115659617477483153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115659617477483153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115659617477483153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-really-dont-understand-why-taiwanese.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115629658658792772</id><published>2006-08-23T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T09:29:46.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life Path 7 (7, 16/7, 25/7, 34/7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Life Path 7 suggests that you entered this plane with a &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: gift'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: gift...'; return true; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: gift'; " href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?k=gift"&gt;gift&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: investigation'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: investigation...'; return true; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: investigation'; " href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?k=investigation"&gt;investigation&lt;/a&gt;, analysis, and keen observation. You are a thinker of the first order. You evaluate situations very quickly, and with amazing accuracy. As a result, you are thorough and complete in your work, the perfectionist who expects everyone else to meet a high standard of performance, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Life Path 7 person is a peaceful and affectionate soul. But you guard your connection to people carefully. It's easy for you to detect deception and recognize insincere people, and you avoid them. You aren't &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: one'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: one...'; return true; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: one'; " href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?k=one"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; to have a wide circle of friends, but once you accept someone as a friend, it's for life. It's as if you must get to know someone a lot better before you allow the &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: wall'; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: wall...'; return true; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: wall'; " href="http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?k=wall"&gt;wall&lt;/a&gt; surrounding you to be penetrated. Chances are you are a very charming and refined individual with great poise and a quick wit. Nonetheless, there is an exclusiveness about you. You probably aren't a very social person. Your reserve is often taken to be aloofness, but actually, it's not that at all. It is merely a cover up for your basic feeling of insecurity. There's no rush, It takes time for you to warm up to new friends. Clubs and organizations hold little interest for you; you are not a joiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You actually like being alone and away from the hustle and bustle of modern life. In many ways, you would have fit in better in much earlier times when the pace of life was less hectic. You need a good deal of quiet time to be with your own inner thoughts and dreams. You dislike crowds, noise, distractions, and confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overwhelming strength of the number 7 is reflected in the depth of thinking that is shown; you will garner knowledge from practically every source that you find. Intellectual, scientific, and studious, you don't accept a premise until you have dissected the subject and arrived at your own independent conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very spiritual number and it often denotes a sort of spiritual wisdom that becomes apparent at a fairly early age. A built in inner guide providing a strong sense of intuition may set you up as being a law unto yourself. Whatever spiritual position you take, whether traditional or bizarre, you will cling to it with fervor. Once you have decided an issue, it is almost impossible to get you to revisit the question. Adaptability is not your style, and change for you is a rarity.&lt;br /&gt;You rely heavily on your experiences and your intuition, rather than accepting advice from someone. Your hunches usually prove to be very accurate, and knowing this, you follow the directions they seem to guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the most negative use of the 7 energies, you can become very pessimistic, lackadaisical, quarrelsome, and secretive. A Life Path 7 individual who is not living life fully and gaining through experiences, is a hard person to live with because of a serious lack of consideration for others. There is such a negative attitude. Indeed, operating on the negative side of the 7 can produce a very selfish and spoiled individual and living with one can be a challenge. This may be why some 7s actually prefer living alone. If you have any of the negative traits they are very difficult to get rid of because you tend to feel that the world really does owe you a living or that in some way you are not being fairly treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the negative 7 is not the typical 7, at least not without some mitigating positive traits. This number is one that seems to have some major shifts from highs to lows. Stability in feelings may be elusive for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115629658658792772?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115629658658792772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115629658658792772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115629658658792772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115629658658792772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/life-path-7-7-167-257-347-life-path-7.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115599245890887366</id><published>2006-08-19T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:00:58.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A million thanks to serene and manda for La Senza vouchers. =D Now with me buying myself a perfume who's gonna get me the billabong bikini and fund my shopping/eating trips?Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how i'm starting to wonder if i made the correct decisions. 5 months, it isnt long yet it isnt short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still change is the only thing that is constant. We have to be brave and courages to venture out before we can be one step above others therefore i believe my choice is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said by our director, the world is our oyster but the pearl is still Singapore. I know that this trip out will be one for me to learn how to be independant without my parents and hopefully gain my parents trust so that they wont control me as much anymore. Little do they realise that it's due to them being too overprotective that i cant be compared to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115599245890887366?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115599245890887366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115599245890887366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115599245890887366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115599245890887366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/million-thanks-to-serene-and-manda-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115556732163037524</id><published>2006-08-14T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:55:21.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey people check our &lt;a href="http://szsip.blogspot.com"&gt;http://szsip.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115556732163037524?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115556732163037524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115556732163037524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115556732163037524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115556732163037524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/hey-people-check-our-httpszsip.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115511889156645110</id><published>2006-08-09T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T18:21:31.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy National Day all =D. Watching the parade now sure brings lots of lovely memories of performing during secondry school. Frankly, i'd rather be there in the limelight rather than be a face in the crowd. The feeling is just too exhilerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great despite us only being the pre-parade segment, at least we were still featured on television. It was at that moment that i was glad i wasnt in any other school, how else would i get the chance that no one else had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, i wished i was there in the crowd, been years since i last watched the National Day Parade, was only primary 5 then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway time to watch the parade. Au voir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115511889156645110?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115511889156645110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115511889156645110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115511889156645110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115511889156645110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-national-day-all-d.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115478924108408828</id><published>2006-08-05T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:47:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh, sometimes i feel my mom's the one that makes me not have any bossom buddies. i cant stay out late, she doesnt allow me to have dinner out, she doesnt let me go out as and when i want. The little time i spend with boyfriend is just the journey to school and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine with having dinner with her if she's alone but even when she has my father she also wont let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to keep any friends like that, i can barely afford any time to go out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So depressing ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115478924108408828?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115478924108408828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115478924108408828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115478924108408828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115478924108408828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/sigh-sometimes-i-feel-my-moms-one-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115448767098654901</id><published>2006-08-02T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:02:55.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided on my birthday list this year =D though i highly doubt i'll get any. Nonetheless, here goes ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) La Senza Vouchers&lt;br /&gt;2) Billabong bikini (alternatively vouchers will do haha)&lt;br /&gt;3) chocolate buffet maybe? or anywhere with good food haha&lt;br /&gt;4) Escada perfume (not sure which one yet haha)&lt;br /&gt;5) it's time to top up Let Su Ting Shop Fund!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe i havent really given much thought to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw the 9pm show and it's so sweet!! Imagine spending your birthday in a plush house with candles lighted all over, candlelight dinner, music, dance and a nice present haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think it's more romantic if it were at the beach, with candles and sparklers lighted along the beach. A bottle of wine and some packed food awaiting. Soft music. And a slow dance. That's like one of the ultimte romantic dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lili and jan i really had alot of fun today and i guess it's always good to have someone to confide in. Love you girls *muacks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115448767098654901?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115448767098654901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115448767098654901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115448767098654901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115448767098654901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/08/decided-on-my-birthday-list-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115418166093218904</id><published>2006-07-29T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T22:01:00.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Visited uncle today. So glad to see that he's happy there. =D The smile on his face when he told us about his meeting with the MP. His face lighted up when he told us that the MP told him that he's strong despite his age and when MP gave him a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is seriously out of his mind. Suddenly told us that he wants to get a dog while we were heading for dinner. He even dared to say that he'll give away the chinchillas just for the dog. Hello? Are you the one taking care of the chinchillas? You were the one who abruptly brought them home when i was in secondary 4 and despite protest from me (slightly) and mom, you bought another pair just because you and kor will "take care" of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much as i'll want a dog do you think it's fair to say that you'll give them chinchillas away? Do you care what i feel? Having trained baby from young do you think i dont treat him as my child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please think before you say or act. At your age you should know better. In this family no one else but me deserves to say i want another pet because i'm the only one to take care of them. Please reflect how you will take care of them when i'm away for 5 months. I dont want to come back and see all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bruises from ice skating are still around =( but still i'm glad that i picked it up on my own. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115418166093218904?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115418166093218904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115418166093218904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115418166093218904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115418166093218904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/visited-uncle-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115366309310034536</id><published>2006-07-23T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:58:13.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this new show on channel 8 about palnning events for your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up you know. And i could do with a nice celebration before going suzhou. *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, just joking, but for those interested, here's the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ch8.mediacorptv.com/around8/announcements/view/792/1/.html"&gt;http://ch8.mediacorptv.com/around8/announcements/view/792/1/.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams'ss on 25 &amp; 30 aug. Sian, didnt want to spend my birthday studying. Still i highly doubt there'll be any celebrations planned. I'm envious of those who have friends who remember and plan surprises for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. 10 days isnt enough to say my goodbyes and pack my bag!!!! oh man, starting to wonder if it is a correct choice. Starting to dread the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115366309310034536?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115366309310034536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115366309310034536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115366309310034536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115366309310034536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/theres-this-new-show-on-ch_115366309310034536.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115314597555182294</id><published>2006-07-17T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:19:35.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some unknown reason, my stomach cramps decided to give me a particularly hard time when i was about to get ready for school. Went back to sleep after talking to boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing for the day was that he came all the way from Changi Hospital just to get me lunch *beams* Just felt so xing fu. Even my brother cooked noodles to bring to his ex so why cant someone get me lunch especially since i felt so weak? Haha, anyway it was good not having to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at NUS was terrible, but for some reason, my stomach aint hurting as much now. Hope i wont be saying this too fast *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for wed =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115314597555182294?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115314597555182294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115314597555182294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115314597555182294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115314597555182294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-some-unknown-reason-my-stomach.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115295191349735142</id><published>2006-07-15T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T16:25:13.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My baby decided to pay me a visit the previous night. Not boyfriend, but my chinchilla lol. I still remembered i thought i was dreaming when something furry was by leg. The moment i pushed it away i realised for a moment it could be one of my chinchillas. Startled i quickly got up and turned on my lights. True enough my baby was at the foot of my bed. Thank goodness i didnt pushed him down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure by then i knew i wasnt dreaming as i remembered i even put on my specs before identifying him and heading out to put him back in his cage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory is that he got out and wanted to go home but was unable to thus he came to find me but the question is how he got on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really Bu Ke Shi Yi. Was really amazed the whole of yesterday. Maybe as Manda said, since i took care of him from young he probably recognized my smell and came looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway DPD presentation's over YAY!!! Was so worried i'll go out of point or Desmond Lim would ask me something that i cant answer. Thankfully i think i did a good job. It was quie reassuring to see him nodding away when i said some facts or answered him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember him asking me if i wanted to start when there was only 8 other classmates. Shocking. Was abit distracted when the others came one by one but hey it's their loss if they didnt see my presentation =D haha just joking. Luckily my short 'clip' was interesting to some =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115295191349735142?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115295191349735142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115295191349735142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115295191349735142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115295191349735142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-baby-decided-to-pay-me-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115279235665300490</id><published>2006-07-13T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:25:30.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks my sweet boy for that one hour of fun yesterday =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went prawning (fishing = catch fish therefore prawning = catch prawn) haha that's his theory. Anyway felt abit frustrated due to lack of sleep and the sun while we walked around unsure of where to go or what to do before we finally got things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fish cake as bait and as neither of us prawned before we had a few trail and error before he caught the first prawn. =) sheer luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway while it was still stuck on the rod i was wondering how on earth we were going to get it out and ta-da it dropped on the floor. The next think i know the prawn was crawling on land. Torn between fascination and freaking out i wondered how we were going to get into the net when he used his slipper to turn the prawn to it's side. While screaming and thinking of ways to catch the prawn the guy in charge came over to help us. This being a tall and well built guy with lots of tatoos, haha he looked scarier than he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly that was our only catch of the day. Many time we (even me) nearly caught the prawn when it dropped just at the last moment. Overall a major eventful day haha, so high from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 6 months darling =) Pirates of the Caribbean is so totally cool. Just love spending the day with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a sudden realisation today. I think i'm getting jaded. I cant help but want to eat at restaurants, shop as and when i want and not think about money. I feel sad that i do feel disappointed that we cant eat something good as we both simply cannot afford it. I hate it when people can tell me they spend tens and hundreds of dollars in a few hours without batting an eyelid. Sometimes not having that extra cash isnt within out means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to pamper my boy, buy him things, have him eat something good but it just isnt the case. I hate it that he has to survive on bread just to buy me something or let me eat something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry i felt disappointed that you had to go just now and i didnt mean to think why your friends cant be more understanding - that you needed to send me home. Then again, i wonder if they think why cant i be more understanding - that you need to spend more time with them. I wonder if they feel as if i'm taking you away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, how i wish i'll stop feeling so unreasonable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115279235665300490?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115279235665300490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115279235665300490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115279235665300490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115279235665300490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanks-my-sweet-boy-for-that-one-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115232757098973034</id><published>2006-07-08T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T10:59:31.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who ever said life was a bed of roses ws obviously lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont seem to know who i am anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115232757098973034?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115232757098973034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115232757098973034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115232757098973034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115232757098973034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-ever-said-life-was-bed-of-roses-ws.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115218771398189588</id><published>2006-07-06T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T20:08:33.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a depressing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the 49/60 for French and that sinful bar of chocolate didnt help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115218771398189588?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115218771398189588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115218771398189588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115218771398189588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115218771398189588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/such-depressing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115218443706531842</id><published>2006-07-06T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T23:13:18.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;After almost 19 years of my life i finally realised what you thought of me. To you i'm nothing more than a cheap lying whore isnt it. Thank you for letting me know what you really think of me. I dont have any redeeming qualities do i? To you i'm nothing but someone you force to have dinner with just because no one else is free, i never seem to do anything right be it mop the floor, sweep the floor or wash toilet.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I thought you understood me better than this. To think i used to think you were the best mom around despite you being so controlling.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;And now i'm at fault for staying around during weekends? Damnit. Doesnt mean i dont ask to go out means i go gallivanting during the week and skipping all lessons. I dont go out during weekdays just to spend time with you and he's also having his training for race. Weekdays i always stay in school to do my work while waiting for him to finish work and the moment we meet he sends me home.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Frankly i dont understand what am i doing here. If there's any consolation you should have aborted me years ago. Wait it isnt too late for you to disown me now.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Have you consider the reprocussions when you said all those you did? Am i really such a cheap slut in your eyes. Dont you dare look down on boyfriend. I dont think you married any better. If anything they'll probably turn out the same. If anything blame it on yourself.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115218443706531842?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115218443706531842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115218443706531842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115218443706531842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115218443706531842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/after-almost-19-years-of-my-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115193839787965344</id><published>2006-07-03T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T22:53:17.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating much due to laziness. Nonetheless last night or rather early this morning was really eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up about 1+ as it was too freaking hot to sleep, kep the fan circulating at me and was about to fall into a not-so-deep slumber when i was awoken by my mom who grabbed on to my window grills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, look at all the smoke" Seriously, i was still half asleep and no idea what my mom uttered so i followed her around the house before finding out that i was supposed to look at the smoke. Just when i just about thought i saw the 'smoke' a loud "BOMB" sound rang through my ears and i realised, i was looking at the wrong direction. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after checking all other big windows, we concluded that we cant see anything and my mom had this inspiration of the small window at our rooms. The sight wasnt pretty, this truck (i dont know how to name it) was on fire and there were firemen trying to hose it down. The first thought was to call new paper. lol. But my mom figured that someone would probably beat us to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After witness that sight my mom chased me to sleep in that smoky room of mine. Man, it was as bad as having the haze in my room, pity the other folks below. Anyway i couldnt get to sleep after all that andrenaline when i thought "damn i should have videod it down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally managed to convince myself to sleep when i heard someone opening the door and after a while saw my dad. No wonder i didnt see him around when i was catching the action with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to catch a few winks before i was woken up by the heavy rain. Damn, someone just didnt want me to sleep last night. No thanks to my dear brother who was awake but stuck in his room, it was up to me to close all the windows in the house properly. By then it was already 5+ and i needed to be awake by 630 -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So didnt want to wake up when boyfriend called but dragged myself up nonetheless. Was so tired by the time i reached bedok i wanted to cry and therefore decided to skip lecture to sleep at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OB! i got 25.5/30 for my mid sem!!! coolness! If only i had realised that the answer to one of the question was in the mcq i would have gotten 27.5/30. Damn. Still not bad la =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, much crapping this post. Shall stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115193839787965344?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115193839787965344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115193839787965344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115193839787965344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115193839787965344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/07/havent-been-updating-much-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115131309675818801</id><published>2006-06-26T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:13:22.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>al-wing tagged me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the following WITHOUT complaints&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose 5 people to do this after you've completed yours&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard to say he/she has been tagged&lt;br /&gt;4. Start your post with a "I've been tagged" then do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourites&lt;br /&gt;favourite colour: black,white,blue, red&lt;br /&gt;favourite food: double-boiled soup, ice cream, chocolate (basically i just love food =D)&lt;br /&gt;favourite song(s): Anything by jay chou? haha not much preference&lt;br /&gt;favourite movie: Da Vinci Code&lt;br /&gt;favourite sport(s): i dont do sports? lol .. maybe swimming and dance&lt;br /&gt;favourite day of the week: saturday&lt;br /&gt;favourite season: spring&lt;br /&gt;favourite ice-cream: CHOCOLATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currents&lt;br /&gt;current mood: I WANT TO SHOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;current taste: plums yummy&lt;br /&gt;current clothes: tank top and jeans&lt;br /&gt;current toenail: huh? colour? black&lt;br /&gt;current time: 4.56pm&lt;br /&gt;current surroundings: biz lab 11&lt;br /&gt;current annoyances: brainless irritating inconsiderate f***ing idiots&lt;br /&gt;current thoughts: HUNGRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;first best friends: shi hui, joanne, vanessa basically those who hanged out to play bball in pri sch&lt;br /&gt;first crush: christopher(my bro's pri sch friend)&lt;br /&gt;first movie: eh .. cant rem&lt;br /&gt;first lie: mum: ditto&lt;br /&gt;first music: spice girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasts&lt;br /&gt;last cigarette: sec 4 ... menthol&lt;br /&gt;last drink (alcohol): umeshu&lt;br /&gt;last car ride: last night&lt;br /&gt;last crush: ermmm.....&lt;br /&gt;last movie: R.V.&lt;br /&gt;last phone call: darling&lt;br /&gt;last CD played: jay chou's qi li xiang? dont really buy cd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;have you ever dated your best friend: i guess...&lt;br /&gt;have you ever broken the law: definately lol&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been arrested: no&lt;br /&gt;have you ever skinny dipped: no lah&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been on tv: not that i know&lt;br /&gt;have you ever kissed someone you don't know: no haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you are wearing: tank top, tube top, jeans, jacket&lt;br /&gt;4 things you've done today: attend lecture, eat, sleep, attend tutorial&lt;br /&gt;3 things you can hear right now: people talking, printer and aircon&lt;br /&gt;1 thing you do when you're bored: talk to my chinchillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I'm going to tag:&lt;br /&gt;wen hong (daddy.... =D)&lt;br /&gt;pammie&lt;br /&gt;wen qi&lt;br /&gt;dada&lt;br /&gt;lee min&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115131309675818801?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115131309675818801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115131309675818801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115131309675818801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115131309675818801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/06/al-wing-tagged-me-d-1.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115086854884354708</id><published>2006-06-21T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:11:14.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/1600/P6200122.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/320/P6200122.2.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/1600/P6200129.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/320/P6200129.1.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/1600/P6200118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/320/P6200118.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/1600/P6200120.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/320/P6200120.1.jpg" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suting has finally dyed her hair black in years. Okay it's bluish-black but hey i think the effect's good. Thanks to my mom's terrible skills in dying my hair, the base is still slightly reddish and the parts where my hair used to be blond is blue or greyish and i think the effects totally cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to post some random photos of my having black hair and for once my eyes dont look that small thanks to the lovely falsies, it's like the best ever la. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to my dear who piggy backed me on the way home =D and i still think you resemble a t-rex lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start on my reflections really soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115086854884354708?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115086854884354708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115086854884354708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115086854884354708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115086854884354708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/06/suting-has-finally-dyed-her-hair-black.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115072466745580813</id><published>2006-06-19T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:44:27.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually i quite like being brunette =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115072466745580813?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115072466745580813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115072466745580813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115072466745580813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115072466745580813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/06/actually-i-quite-like-being-brunette-d.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-115017316044119802</id><published>2006-06-13T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:32:40.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AUGUST BABY&lt;br /&gt;~ outgoing personality, takes risks, feeds on attention, no self control, kind hearted, self confident, loud and boisterous, VERY revengeful, easy to get along with and talk to, has an "everything's peachy" attitude, likes talking and singing, loves music, daydreamer,  easily distracted, Hates not being trusted, BIG imagination, loves to be loved, hates studying,  in need of "that someone", longs for freedom, rebellious when withheld or restricted, lives by "no pain no gain" caring, always a suspect, playful,  mysterious,  "charming" or "beautiful" to everyone, stubborn, curious, independent, strong willed, a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's quite true for some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5 months my dear. I hope whatever that happened the last few days wont be repeated again anytime soon. *muacks* It was my fault as much as yours and i guess we just have to communicate better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and i hope the best is yet to be =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-115017316044119802?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/115017316044119802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=115017316044119802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115017316044119802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/115017316044119802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/06/august-baby-outgoing-personality-takes.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114977523911203905</id><published>2006-06-08T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:16:25.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything is just a matter of perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited my uncle at the old folk's home over the weekend. I must say at least the place left a pleasant experience and my uncle seems happy there. For once he doesnt need to worry about cleaning the place, cooking the meals and washing of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun at cine with lovely zoo10 people on friday. Food wasnt that bad but the best part was definately the winnie the pooh uno. Ages since i last played uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with radon peeps today =D boon, yasin, stacie and kai wei. Man i missed the numerous outings we used to have, but no one plans no one goes. Not to worry though, will definately have another one latest august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIP briefing today, i'm still having mixed feeling about going over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was kinda spoilt but sigh quarrels are inevitable in relationships right. I guess it's already a achievement to last so long. I never knew that it was such hard work staying together. I used to think i would never stick with a guy who sees things differently from me and i'll never let a guy dictate my movements and such. I've fled from relationships and such at the mere thought of a conflict. Was never one who would stay around the moment a problem arises in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what i'm saying. Anyway, i cant exactly say he's making me miserable. Yes he's the only who made me cry so much so far and yet i chose to stick with him. It's just that other than some differences in views, i guess we're pretty much okay, but i guess the honeymoon period's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought i'd be one of those who would quarrel with the other half in front of others, friends or outsiders. Maybe it's more of i'd never had allowed it. Yet, i've turned to one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put in too much in this relationship to give it up but should there be a time when the love is no longer, the heart doesnt beat as one, it's time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what i'm rambling about. I still love you, yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be with me, the best is yet to be &lt;/em&gt;- i really hope so darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114977523911203905?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114977523911203905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114977523911203905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114977523911203905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114977523911203905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/06/everything-is-just-matter-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114947942105154150</id><published>2006-06-05T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:50:21.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you my dear *muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally all the preperations are done, all the surprises are given and all my money is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day by meeting my boy at PS before walking down to Cine to catch X-Men III. Despite my brother giving bad reviews i thought just catch it la, it wasnt that bad la. Maybe i didnt have as much expectation over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave him his present at the junction to stop his misery of thinking that his girlfriend was so forgetful that she even forgot to wish him happy birthday. It was so hard trying act nonchalant. Anyway presents given and we headed to TCC for some desserts before the movie. Mmmm was it good or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered Dark Devotion and the Bread Pudding. Namely i've been unable to recreate the dark chocolate cake we made for execution week and their bread pudding was heavenly. I still think T10's chocolate cake was nicer. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie headed to Heeren to walk around before going to Taka's basement and finally to Pasir Ris park. Well, he definately did suspect something but since he had no evidence he had to go along with my class gathering story. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definately nice seeing his surprised face when i first gave him my gift, when he saw his friends slowly streaming in and definately when he got his new bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausting i must say. Nonetheless, i guess i managed to organize a memorable 21 birthday for him =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you darling *muacks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114947942105154150?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114947942105154150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114947942105154150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114947942105154150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114947942105154150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/06/big-happy-birthday-to-you-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114917198022361066</id><published>2006-06-01T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:26:20.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sudden inspiration to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to TM for a short walk with my boy after his driving lessons yesterday. Saw many nice clothes but even more at Bugis and at a more affordable rate. Not forgetting that we can always bargain at Bugis Street. Somehow just love walking around there. KIV items shall be bought tomorrow lol. Bring on the sales man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Suntec after that, shared an ice cream and fries. Oh yea did i mention he got a rose for me? Sweet right? But he said he regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fault. Shouldnt have kept using it to hit him when ever he was too lame to handle. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Uncle's place was cozy. It felt sad knowing that pieces of my memories are slowly moving away. Gone will be the days we ran round the place once known as HQ. Stories another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met lili for lunch today =) The drinks at pastamania took longer than the pasta to be cooked. -.- Had a great laugh over that. It was fun being able to pour out so many things and to just sit and chat like we used to. Sadly our timetable isnt so accomodating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French test today. Imagine the shock when i realised it was 40% just before the commencement of the test. Seriously freaked out. But i guess, i didnt do too bad =). Thanks to yiling who showed me some of the answers and definately to angelo who went round helping us. Lol. Definate coolness cheating so openly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Happy Birthday Daddy =). Stop losing your temper all the time ar lol. Dinner was great. Somehow just love the feeling of those small scale restaurants who seems more homely than money making restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate fondue tomorrow =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114917198022361066?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114917198022361066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114917198022361066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114917198022361066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114917198022361066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/06/sudden-inspiration-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114908772078523102</id><published>2006-05-31T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:02:00.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to think it was quite unfilial to send one loved one to the old folks home, but now i guess if it's for the better, we should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the family will be sending a family friend over(an uncle who spent his life working for my mom's family). I guess the thought of him being able to get companionship and having someone to take care of him for once makes it better. At least he'll be taken care of should anything *touch wood* goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's not the stigma of someone who sends relatives to old folk's home as one who simply brushes the hands of the party but it's actually for the better. Would you rather the person lives alone and anything could simply go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm still not used to the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more dinners at the place i once knew as HQ. No more reasons to bask in the atmosphere of my childhood area. No more garden and dreams of getting married there. No more semi-d to feel rich in. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well .. time to start mugging for french.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114908772078523102?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114908772078523102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114908772078523102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114908772078523102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114908772078523102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-used-to-think-it-was-quite-unfilial.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114899994456494368</id><published>2006-05-30T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:41:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How would you define love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my boyfriend loves me more than i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, he thinks likewise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like he said, how would you define love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you count by the amount of money spent?&lt;br /&gt;The time and journey spent to visit the other?&lt;br /&gt;The no. of times you took the initiative to hug or kiss the other?&lt;br /&gt;The no. of times you feed the other?&lt;br /&gt;How about the times something you did or say initiated a quarrel to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine shall stop digressing from projects&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114899994456494368?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114899994456494368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114899994456494368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114899994456494368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114899994456494368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-would-you-define-love-i-think-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114847716155245668</id><published>2006-05-24T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:26:01.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad we got over yesterday's unpleasantaries. *muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks my sweetie for cooking for me today, cant believe it's your first time =) so sweet of you, feel so xing fu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to watch the much anticipated Da Vinci Code, the effects were very nice i must say but it did get quite draggy. Maybe just like serene said, if you read the book you wont enjoy it as much as if you didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Billy Bomber's after that but maybe it's due to the fact that my stomach's ultra-sensitve lately, it feels bad even now. And i even stupidly ate another bowl of porridge upon coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to prepare tomorrow's presentation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114847716155245668?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114847716155245668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114847716155245668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114847716155245668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114847716155245668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-glad-we-got-over-yesterdays.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114795871462397457</id><published>2006-05-18T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:25:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Post no. 235. Have it been that many?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont understand how she can talk to him so nicely yet scream at me for the same thing. 2 faced b****. Damnit to you i'm nothing isnt it. You only know how to pick on him and overlook his flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, i'm tired. F*** you, you seriously expect me to live on $100 these few months including transport isnt it. Why cant you get him to buy his own dinner especially since he comes home earlier. Shit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont seem to have any energy for school or work. Someone save me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114795871462397457?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114795871462397457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114795871462397457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114795871462397457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114795871462397457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/05/post-no.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114788105653719932</id><published>2006-05-17T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:50:56.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lucky or unlucky for me, i already have my placement secured in Suzhou and i cant for any reason back out now. Oh well, at least i need not fret about sending resumes and interviews although some of the placements looks interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some scums on this earth deserves to just disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114788105653719932?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114788105653719932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114788105653719932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114788105653719932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114788105653719932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/05/lucky-or-unlucky-for-me-i-already-have.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114767399811876400</id><published>2006-05-15T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:53:01.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 4th month darling =) seems much much longer though haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was great that we went out on saturday instead but where's my butter crab?? lol just joking =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poseidon was fun, ok i admit i freaked out a little but it's quite sad that some characters had to die which made it not like the typical hollywood movie whereby all the 'good guys' lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to shop around town later, managed to get a pair of shoes and after more wondering we decided on Tonkichi =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an experience there which made me wonder why are people so inquisitive or plainly just k-po and ever heard of being discrete? Like it's any of your business if we fed each other or if i paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway overall had a great time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i must apologise for my silent treatment yesterday darling. I'm really sorry, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114767399811876400?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114767399811876400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114767399811876400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114767399811876400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114767399811876400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-4th-month-darling-seems-much.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114718144494624655</id><published>2006-05-09T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:30:45.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is...&lt;br /&gt;The way my heart flutters just at the mere thought of meeting him seconds away&lt;br /&gt;The way he never seems to wonder far away from my thought&lt;br /&gt;The way i cant help but break into a wide smile when i see him&lt;br /&gt;The way i feel funny when i dont message him&lt;br /&gt;Feeding him first whenever you're served your meal&lt;br /&gt;Being worried when he's sick or injured&lt;br /&gt;Getting upset when he's upset&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to be with him every minute every second&lt;br /&gt;Imagining a future with him&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the pinch whenever he spends to much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you *muacks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114718144494624655?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114718144494624655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114718144494624655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114718144494624655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114718144494624655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114692701382101186</id><published>2006-05-06T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T22:50:13.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know what the fucking hell is your problem and if you are gonna be such a fucking coward and not leave your name and leave such stupid comments which is reflective of that of a child stuck in a primary 3 mind that's your damn problem. Stop dirtying my tagboard with you useless, unconstructive comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, it was fun yesterday =). It was just like the olden days whereby bicycles were the chosen mode of transport due to obvious reasons such as poverty and the girls wore retro dresses with big hairbands and guys with tailored pants and suspendors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it wasnt exactly the case with us in terms of dressing but still it was great having him cycle me around, sitting at the top of the hill overlooking the reservior, lying on his lap just talking random stuff. The feeling is just so wonderful and just wow. Haha, i'm at a loss of word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess despite all our differences, it's great to know that we can still settle what ever that is bothering us and be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Election results out soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114692701382101186?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114692701382101186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114692701382101186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114692701382101186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114692701382101186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-know-what-fucking-hell-is-your.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114675065766734033</id><published>2006-05-04T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:50:57.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There i am helping with my friend with regards to her relationship and yet here i am not even sure where mine's heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit i'm not the best girlfriend around but i dont think i'm that bad. I've given you my everything what more do you want. You know i always forget about messaging you after something and it's not intentional. You know that i'll get stubborn and clam up and after that you'll forget about it and stubborn me will still refuse to talk and it's your turn to pacify me. Why does it seem like a never ending game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114675065766734033?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114675065766734033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114675065766734033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114675065766734033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114675065766734033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/05/there-i-am-helping-with-my-friend-with.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114671235264917518</id><published>2006-05-04T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T11:12:32.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: Dont be such a cheapo and use some i dont know what brand chocolate instead of Hershey's. Dont think you're saving money by using up the block of butter and ending up mixing 2 types of butter together. Fudge brownies are meant to be slightly liquid when it's done baking, it'll turn hard after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, feel like such a failure, the next time i shall do the perfect brownies again. This time no cutting cost and mixing of butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114671235264917518?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114671235264917518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114671235264917518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114671235264917518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114671235264917518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/05/note-to-self-dont-be-such-cheapo-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114630352538001508</id><published>2006-04-29T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T17:38:45.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently my french name is Denise. Wanted Lea but the girl before me took it and the only other name that was easy to pronounce and remember was Denise. French is fun but really hard on the brain, it's even worse than Japanese. Why didnt i take any arts related course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun, met boy early for lunch at Sentosa, which we packed in to Palawan beach. "Visited" the southern most point of Asia. Toured around Images of Singapore with our very own tour guide. The place had changed alot and definately for the better. Headed off to the Merlion for a little sight-seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed off to work for World Gourmet Submmit. Certain events made me feel really disappointed and upset and at least we managed to fight for our rights. The transport provided was definately likened to that of those illegal immigrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIP briefing today, maybe i'll be posted to Suzhou and maybe i'll be flyng off on 11 september.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. not in the mood to continue ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114630352538001508?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114630352538001508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114630352538001508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114630352538001508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114630352538001508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/04/apparently-my-french-name-is-denise.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114605134666712607</id><published>2006-04-26T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:35:46.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bon soir. 2 days of lessons and i'm still not used to the idea of going back to TP. Doesnt help that there'll be CCA recruitment and it rains. The vast amount of people is enough to make my head whirl. I miss the quiet and familiar faces in TAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French today. Shouldnt have taken this CDS, it's even worse than Jap especially so since i have even lesser background in it. Plus point though, my lecturer is oh-so-cute. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wont be skipping lecturers this week with an exception of BusEnt for the chance to go FHA. Applause please, haha, shall try not to skip any lecturers this semester even if it means falling asleep during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to cook dinner, take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114605134666712607?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114605134666712607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114605134666712607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114605134666712607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114605134666712607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/04/bon-soir.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114587340259278684</id><published>2006-04-24T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:57:47.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently i wanted to start off this semester with a good start but i forgo school for a day of fun with my darling. Oops haha, ok i'll start going for lectures tomorrow and yes i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little accident while sitting on his bicycle still it was really nice and yes, romantic to have him cycling while i sat at the back watching the world go by. I shall learn how to cycle by the end of this semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had haagen daz, it was ok. Would love to have the fondue but alas, it's pretty much out of budget, next time perhaps =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114587340259278684?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114587340259278684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114587340259278684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114587340259278684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114587340259278684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/04/apparently-i-wanted-to-start-off-this.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114579666564035922</id><published>2006-04-23T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T20:51:05.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Business has won the war! Haha, felt quite proud when they announced that we were the overall champion and for Regetta definately exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LRM and CCM won for best diploma, definately another achievement as yours truely was one of the SLs for LRM, credits goes to all freshies and SLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1K03, you guys were great, apologies if i werent that great a SL but still i must say it was really an honour to be in charge of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, kinda losing my train of thoughts for now so till next time, take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114579666564035922?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114579666564035922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114579666564035922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114579666564035922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114579666564035922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/04/business-has-won-war-haha-felt-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114536766369948067</id><published>2006-04-18T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:41:03.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're bored go bang your head against your wall. Comments such as loser frankly only deem you as stupid and same to you. Constructive comments shall be entertained only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day at work. I guess it didnt go too badly, time passed quite fast and the people werent that bad. I guess we have our fair share of idiotic and nice people. However i believe in karma, if you're nice to others, others will be nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week zero orientation on thurs, hope to be with lili and hope that i'll stop coughing. It seems to be worse due to the lack of rest and the fact that i seem to think i'm a wonderwomen shuffling between camp and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting soon, hope to be in the same class with as many of the zoopeeps as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114536766369948067?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114536766369948067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114536766369948067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114536766369948067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114536766369948067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-youre-bored-go-bang-your-head.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114519381267706797</id><published>2006-04-16T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:23:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from camp at last, frankly it was quite tiring shuffling between work and camp. The last two days made me regret not taking more leave to spend more time with the log-commers. At first i really regretted not taking the offer of joining back as a GL but now i'm kinda glad i didnt. It's just a different environment, one that allows me to sleep in the middle of the day, to eat food, to help prepare things, to have MOS which i missed. Boring as it may seem, it was still an eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant deny i miss the days as a GL especially with fellow Radon people our cheers, our own little world. One consolation is that i didnt develop a super high fever which confined me to my bed for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is coming to an end, made many friends, hated and liked many callers. The only one that's really etched in my mind is a certain Mr. Harry. I feel pathetic for having cried after passing him to my supervisor but i'm proud that at least i told him off and that i would ' appreciate if he'll stop insulting me'. I mean what's the deal with calling me stupid and threating to sue me and IRAS and all that nonsense just because i told him his wife didnt need to file for income tax. Like wth, you should be happy that you dont need to go through all the trouble so why keep insulting me and threatening me just because i told you that you didnt need to file. Like  you expect me to believe your wife will earn $22K in 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the director didnt send for me after that stupid fella asked to talk to her after speaking to my supervisor. I'll sue him for verbal abuse before he can sue me for telling him his wife needs to file. Yes he's still not forgiven and i will curse him for real if he ever calls through and speak to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly doubt i'll have much rest till school starts. Oh well. Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114519381267706797?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114519381267706797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114519381267706797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114519381267706797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114519381267706797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-from-camp-at-last-frankly-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114446633704905731</id><published>2006-04-08T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T11:18:57.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still trying my darnest best to get used to the idea of going beijing and i've even put of talking more about it to him. We could hardly get past these 4 days without succumbing to calling and contacting each other, what more 5 freaking months. Suddenly it seems so hard to go, and i wonder if i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly starting to tell more people, i hope it'll just help me ease into the idea which will make it easier to leave, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up going back to work yesterday, printed even more forms and returned some voice mail. Night shift tonight and tomorrow, basically almost the whole of next week till the 18th, still i think it's better. Lesser calls, extra $6 now if only i can change his to night on the 17th and 18th. Wonder how we're gonna survive work and camp. Doesnt help that i'm falling ill already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much as i bitch about f***ed up callers, i still treat them nicely which i'm really proud of, i guess, it's all part of growing up. Still bless those lovely people who despite upset with how messed up this year's filing system still appreciate the help that you've provided and it makes my day when they tell us to have a nice day. If only more people would be like that, isnt it great to just thank someone for rendering help, making their day and in turn making yours. When you're nice to people, they'll be nice to you. It's just good karma. Dont understand why some cant think this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly dont call our helpline, ask us questions with regards to the pre-filled information and doubt our answer. If you think we're wrong, dont call la, read the book and see what you make of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop complaining. Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114446633704905731?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114446633704905731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114446633704905731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114446633704905731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114446633704905731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-still-trying-my-darnest-best-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114432633915555640</id><published>2006-04-06T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T20:25:39.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's barely a day and i'm missing you so, my phone seems so quiet without your messages. Oh man, if these 4 days are going to be so hard, i dread to think of the 5 months oh man, maybe i shouldnt have tried for it. I dont know, hopefully it wont be that bad since you'll be in army then, i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning passed really slowly and as usual, people who call us and doubting the answer we give. Hello, if you dont want to accept my answer, dont call la. Dont see we part timers means we know nothing okay, at least i know more than you and can advise others stupid. Oops, guess i'm just too pissed at some idiotic brainless people who seem to think that the world revolves around them. Poor pam even got scolded dumb, at least she havent met any as bad as mine. Curse those people!! Feeling mean. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently i dont sound local over the phone? I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time after lunch doing printing, actually it was quite fun and time passed really fast. I mean it, started at 2 and next thing i know pam was saying that she's leaving and soon it was 6+, luckily i get paid for OT today, coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114432633915555640?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114432633915555640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114432633915555640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114432633915555640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114432633915555640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-barely-day-and-im-missing-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114422087776334700</id><published>2006-04-05T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T15:07:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok i'm back. Work's been dandy i guess, have a daily quota of people pisssed at the system, people scolding me, people doubting my words, people who are either blind or do not understand english and blame us when they choose the wrong option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the first night shift on April's fool which proved to be so boring that we ended up doing prank calls to other temp staffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up missing SL camp totally, the first night was due to the heavy rain and the fact that i start work at 8 the next day, the second due to some unidentified food poisioning to such that keeps giving me stomach upset and it doesnt seem to be getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the 2 nights at his place which just seemed so cozy and fun, definately a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definatly learned the art of phone answering, managed to sound chirpy despite my stomach being in such a bad shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's official, i'm going to china of OSIP, miss me people for i am sure to miss you. Such mixed reactions now, a part of me was happy that i got it but after i broke the news to him, i felt sad to go. 5 months people, 5 months away from all of you and my loved ones, not forgetting christmas and new year will be spent in a foregin county without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, cant help but have a heavy heart now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114422087776334700?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114422087776334700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114422087776334700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114422087776334700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114422087776334700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114369529532837568</id><published>2006-03-30T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T13:30:56.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/1600/DSCN0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/320/DSCN0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been fine i guess but compared to the 3 days training other batches had, we were thrown to do work proper on the second day of training. Imagine the horror when my supervisor gave me an envolope and told me to get down to work while i was still 'buddy training' with a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get as many as 9-10 calls? Many of which i forgot to record due to the phone ringing non-stop the moment i put it in the cradle. Definately not fun having an angry consumer when i did my first phone call. Spent up to 1 hour on 2 consumers whom i had to follow through while they did they filing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner and Dance, well it wasnt too bad i guess, compared to Chef Association's dinners i guess the atmostphere really wasnt there, maybe it's due to the lack of wine? haha just kidding. Entertainment wasnt that bad but the MC was quite lame, best dressed definately had to go to yasin and alan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0092 won a prize but if it wasnt for the MC and his stupid game, we would have won a better price, nonetheless a dvd player does come in handy as both our portable dvd players seems to be down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures shall be uploaded soon =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114369529532837568?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114369529532837568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114369529532837568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114369529532837568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114369529532837568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/works-been-fine-i-guess-but-compared.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114337598529748206</id><published>2006-03-26T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:26:32.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised that people are very inquisitive, well simply kypo haha. Ever since i updated the picture in friendster the number of people who viewed my profile jumped to a whooping 104 as compared to the lesser than 50 a few days ago. Quite remarkable if you ask me considering that it's lesser than a week and it jumped so high. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was quite fun, kinda gatecrashed safari's birthday bbq which was oh-so-embarrassing. Still i must say the people are really friendly and despite all the teasing, it felt comfortable. 2 cats decided to disrupt our 'dinner' while the other guys proved to be nice entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg .. byes all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114337598529748206?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114337598529748206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114337598529748206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114337598529748206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114337598529748206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-realised-that-people-are-very.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114325520204399654</id><published>2006-03-25T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T10:53:22.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something seemed to have went wrong somewhere. Being honest i had to to stop you from being upset yet, did you realise how much it hurts when you kept probbing? Havent i already made the promises? so why did you have to keep bringing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it can get quite tiring, your mood swings can be so unpredictable and i find myself worrying when you'll get upset with me again. Is this how things should be? I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway finally started work, i guess it'll only be fun when work starts proper ba, apparently our training is going faster than previous batches. Oh well, just get on with it, it's so boring to hear about all the income tax stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's reasons for things people do. I dont know what i'm doing anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114325520204399654?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114325520204399654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114325520204399654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114325520204399654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114325520204399654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/something-seemed-to-have-went-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114295058532974031</id><published>2006-03-21T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:16:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck you you blistering bastard firstly it's none of your business if he sends me home so quit your fucking tone and attitude. Secondly doesnt mean you want to watch your news means you get it, it's a known fact that i watch my show at 10 so either you tell me early and ask me to tape or you leave me alone. Like wtf, he fights with me for the comp and you fight with me for the tv, hello i belong in this damn family too okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont get to watch my show coz you guys want to watch, i dont get to use the comp coz you guys want is there no justice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously pissed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, managed to surprise dear after work and had a great time at esplanade. Missing you =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing on friday, cant wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114295058532974031?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114295058532974031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114295058532974031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114295058532974031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114295058532974031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/fuck-you-you-blistering-bastard.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114290782430261827</id><published>2006-03-21T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:23:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it me or do we seem to quarrel over little things more often? It just seems weird, one moment we're happily chatting and the next you get upset with me. I appreciate you waking up just to chat with me but cant you see it from my side? You already have to wake up so early in the morning and if we're gonna chat till past midnight everynight how you going to get enough rest? You dont seem to see it from my side do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, maybe it's just me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114290782430261827?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114290782430261827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114290782430261827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114290782430261827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114290782430261827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-it-me-or-do-we-seem-to-quarrel-over.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114281893244106732</id><published>2006-03-20T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T09:42:12.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all NTSS 3/4 &amp;amp; 4/4 people bbq will be postponed to 7 April due to your vast lack of response. Therefore do let me know if you're coming before i decide to cancel it all together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114281893244106732?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114281893244106732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114281893244106732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114281893244106732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114281893244106732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-all-ntss-34-44-people-bbq-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114250780551485442</id><published>2006-03-16T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T19:16:45.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wonder why the tension keeps getting higher and higher, am i really such a failure as a daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's just that you dont understand or know me. I dont get it, i think that i've done my part as a daughter yet, is it so hard for you to talk to me nicely? Dont forget, i'll raise my voice if you raise yours so stop turning round telling me to shut it. Children learn from their parent's behaviour and obviously you havent been a good role model. Ever noticed how much i am like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of your son when works need to be done? The first person you'll call to do anything is me and you'll scream at me if i told you that you didnt ask me to. Not like your son is in camp 5 days a week anymore, he's home everyday so shouldnt he be helping out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, girl throw rubbish, girl boil water, girl feed them, girl give them water, girl cook dinner, girl wash toilet. Not that he has anything important to do, all he does is get stuck to the computer chatting with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to talk to me nicely when you can put up with his lack of elequent speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you regret ever keeping me didnt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~sigh, what's the point&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114250780551485442?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114250780551485442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114250780551485442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114250780551485442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114250780551485442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/wonder-why-tension-keeps-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114229912526435487</id><published>2006-03-14T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:18:45.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched Army Dazes on Sunday night which turned out to be really hilarious, despite paying so much to ensure a neck ache, it was really entertaining. Even my 'no expression when he's with us' brother ended up laughin hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed a 300 word essay on why i should be chosen over my peers for OSIP after that till the wee hours in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met dear boy after the interview for some fun and headed to Night Safari. Apparetly i was like a kid there but it's been ages since i last went and i must say, they did a good job revamping the entrance. Now if they'll just have student and local discount i would strongly encourage you to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Science Centre and movie later! Cant wait =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114229912526435487?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114229912526435487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114229912526435487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114229912526435487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114229912526435487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/watched-army-dazes-on-sunday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114199926407567635</id><published>2006-03-10T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:01:04.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the dreaded results are out, didnt get the B's i wanted but at last my gpa improved and to me it's quite a good improvement. Maybe i shouldnt leave the exam hall so early next time hor lili lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Big Mama House 2, it's cool haha. Just glad to spend time with you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in random thoughts ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114199926407567635?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114199926407567635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114199926407567635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114199926407567635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114199926407567635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-dreaded-results-are-out-didnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114190378487411200</id><published>2006-03-09T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:29:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it i hate it i hate it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant use the computer as i want in the day nor at night. Not awake early enough or my dad will just come home earlier than normal on days i turn on computer in the day. My brother hogs it at night and screams at me if i dont let him use it. Hey it's my computer too can? So which timeslot is good for you guys to squeeze me in? ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with 2 bruises on both my leg, heck i dont even know how i got one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My irritating mom refuses to give my my POSB card, refuses to give me money to shop, says that she'll have time to shop with me if i ask her to just to have her rushing work the last few days. Not like i'm asking for her money and not that i'm asking for her time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are they ever going to call me to start work? I need more money!!!! I NEED TO WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that i cant see you everyday and now that you'll start work soon, no one to accompany me to jog and swim in the morning which means i probably wont go anymore. I know it's not your fault. I just miss you too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop ranting. I AM HUNGRY! Like why the hell is your fu**ing boss making you work so late. We need to eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114190378487411200?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114190378487411200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114190378487411200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114190378487411200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114190378487411200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-it-i-hate-it-i-hate-it-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114181799599674511</id><published>2006-03-08T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:39:56.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm definately going to be fit by the end of the holidays lol. I hope that is. Dance was great yesterday, at least i'm starting to look at the mirror more and correct myself. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally managed to catch Memiors of a Geisha, lagging yes i know but at least i caught it =). More shows to conquere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to buy a skirt and belt which brings my shopping list to a almost close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to walk 3 rounds and jog 1 round haha, no stamina le. At least i swam 6 rounds after that. Thanks my dear for coming all the way here to excercise with me, otherwise i think i wouldnt have went today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why havent they called me to work???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114181799599674511?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114181799599674511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114181799599674511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114181799599674511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114181799599674511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-definately-going-to-be-fit-by-end.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114155115230587352</id><published>2006-03-05T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:32:32.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Starting tomorrow i shall run at my stadium every morning, maybe take a little dip at the pool too, but i hate swimming alone la. Haha, in any case shall start exercising more. Back to dance on tuesdays, cant wait =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in learning inline skates too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off for dinner~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114155115230587352?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114155115230587352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114155115230587352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114155115230587352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114155115230587352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/starting-tomorrow-i-shall-run-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114144124739113635</id><published>2006-03-04T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:00:47.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Definately the shortest interview i ever went for. "Working hours are till 1 am on weekdays and 3am on friday and saturday. Sundays we're closed. You're on holiday now? When is it till? Can you work everyday? Any other questions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically that's all he asked and following which he say he'll call me to let me know if i'll start next week or the following week. So there you have it, the latest part timer for Union Square haha. So cool, maybe i'll see my cousin there some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was lying on my bed and realised that actually i dont really know my job scope and all but heck, can always learn on the job =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K session on thursday was fantastic but i guess i totally sucked, cant read chinese for nuts and my voice was bad. Still i had fun with manda and serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to shop at JP was unsuccessful yesterday but hey as long as i get to spend time with you =) . Finally caught Rumor Has It due to the fact that Big Mamma's House 2 was left with first row seats. The show is really nice and funny but there were some loud mouths which was quite irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ciaos all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114144124739113635?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114144124739113635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114144124739113635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114144124739113635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114144124739113635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/definately-shortest-interview-i-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114127208479800467</id><published>2006-03-02T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:01:24.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attempts to bum around this holiday will fall through i guess. Bemming = no money, no money = lesser satisfaction to bum around. Face it, everything requires money including my shopping spree. Dang, i'll probably end up with 2 jobs to kill myself with this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been great so far, at least i get to see my dear boy more often and i guess he's the first person i brought home? At least he doesnt mind my mindless wondering around while shopping lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words fail me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114127208479800467?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114127208479800467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114127208479800467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114127208479800467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114127208479800467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/03/attempts-to-bum-around-this-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114094660406066013</id><published>2006-02-26T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T17:36:44.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went shopping yesterday with my dear one, we practically combed all the popular shopping areas, far east, heeren, bugis, bugis village and in the end i only bought a top haha. Not really in the mood to spend knowing that i only had $100 in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Final Destination 3 which i thought was basically no plot and it's not scary but the way they died was definately gross. Didnt watch how most of them died, didnt want to risk puking everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here and yet i have no motivation to work. Anyone have those one day type of events please call me along! Dont feel like getting to the routine of working at one place and possible carrying on after school starts considering that our holiday is so obscenely short this time. Nonetheless it's still longer than other poly! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outings people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114094660406066013?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114094660406066013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114094660406066013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114094660406066013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114094660406066013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-shopping-yesterday-with-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114070200686365809</id><published>2006-02-23T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:40:06.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE OVER!!! Please dont ask me how was it. Basically either i screwed everything or i did well but who cares, no supp papers please. Record once again of 41 minutes, yes i saw all you guys laughing today and i think the other people were shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad our dispute is settled. Please dont do it again, it can really break my heart. You mean alot to me, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are here and i dont feel like working anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outings my dears! Please ask me out haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114070200686365809?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114070200686365809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114070200686365809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114070200686365809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114070200686365809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/exams-are-over-please-dont-ask-me-how.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114061270065970702</id><published>2006-02-22T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:51:40.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Records records records. While others compete for A's, we compete to see who comes out first. In case for those who dont know, the record isnt the 45 minutes set by me but 30 minutes set by jodin. Yes i did write something for each question and yes i did try my best to crap. I guess i write fast and i just want to get out of the dreaded place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper that i feel most confident of is Accounts. Lost all mood to check my paper thanks to the lovely "NO BAGS AT THE TABLE", "NO PENCIL BOX", "NO YOU ARE NOT IN THIS CLASS" "DO YOU KNOW YOU ARE INTERRUPTING THE CLASS?" lady lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shant comment on the rest. Was quite happy when i came out from MICE but it was all spoilt when one by one the usual early gang comes out and makes everything seem hard. FM KILLER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway left with Lodging a stupid paper with cannot make it lecturer and tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to studies! Not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114061270065970702?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114061270065970702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114061270065970702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114061270065970702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114061270065970702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/records-records-records.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114026845817978108</id><published>2006-02-18T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:14:18.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was blogsurfing and came upon my friend's post. Yes much as i hated secondary school, i miss it. Many firsts to remember. I'm not exactly proud of many things that i did but given a choice, i wouldn't want to chance whatever that i went thru. I think that what makes life so interesting is the many memories that we have, not how many A's we scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how i never wanted to grow old. I always thought i wanted to die when i was 30. If you think of it, i'm already 2/3 way there now, and life never seemed better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time i made friends.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time i had to seat next to a guy.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time i rebelled.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first of many times i had to 'visit' the principle's office.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time i failed.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time i felt like the world was against me. How cruel it felt.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times we lighted up, in class or out.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times we drank.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the teachers and how we chased some away.&lt;br /&gt;I remember being a senior and thinking how childish the juniors were.&lt;br /&gt;I remember being marched to the toilet and office.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my crushes.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the one and only time i ever told a guy i liked him.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the rejection.&lt;br /&gt;I remember .... all the great friends and memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the memories created in Poly is different. It's harder to bond due to ever changing class, the splitting up of tutorial and lectures. The best memories created will be during camps i guess. Definately no making teachers crazy that they refuse to teach us, no trips to visit the principle due to the fact that almost the whole class failed. Definately no Yang Zi and Susan Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114026845817978108?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114026845817978108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114026845817978108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114026845817978108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114026845817978108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/was-blogsurfing-and-came-upon-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114018364193465706</id><published>2006-02-17T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:40:41.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Study week is coming to an end yet what have i done? Frankly nothing but procrastinate and sleep lol. Doesn't help that studying on my bed is so comforting due to the fact the my usual study spot i.e. the dining table is taken up by my dad. Attempts at accounts in the library was successful yesterday. Tempted to go again tomorrow but am i willing the share the quiet heaven with screaming kids? But it's studying versus whiling kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i'm glad that my brother's home, i'm not sure i can get used to him being around the house after 5 everyday. Madness. Endless teasing, poking and jabbing. Oh man, how will i survive my holidays and year 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone for exams. I so hate the fact of having 5 papers to mug for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, T10, trip to Wild Wild Wet the week after exams, any interested parties? Please choose convenient day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114018364193465706?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114018364193465706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114018364193465706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114018364193465706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114018364193465706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/study-week-is-coming-to-end-yet-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114010712294777885</id><published>2006-02-17T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T00:25:22.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=suting"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=suting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do try haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114010712294777885?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114010712294777885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114010712294777885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114010712294777885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114010712294777885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/httpkevan.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-114001150781005663</id><published>2006-02-15T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:51:47.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/320/P1000656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/1600/P1000658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/320/P1000658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/1600/P1000659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/320/P1000659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/1600/P1000657.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/1600/P1000660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/320/P1000660.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/1600/P1000653.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6348/362/320/P1000652.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somehow i cant seem to add the other pictures but here you have it, the ever so fun-loving T10. Man, i seriously miss this class. Oh well back to studies, good luck all. Break a leg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-114001150781005663?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/114001150781005663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=114001150781005663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114001150781005663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/114001150781005663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/somehow-i-cant-seem-to-add-other.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113993243683505678</id><published>2006-02-14T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:59:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/?v=ZkwGrax6Fms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZkwGrax6Fms" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse - You and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it&lt;br /&gt;And in what month&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things that I want to say&lt;br /&gt;Just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words, you got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to prove and&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me and all of the people and&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it&lt;br /&gt;And in what month&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113993243683505678?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113993243683505678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113993243683505678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113993243683505678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113993243683505678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113983380632773950</id><published>2006-02-13T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T20:30:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy First Month Sweetheart =) many more to come ya *muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity we cant celebrate Valentine's Day together tomorrow but hey, with you every day is Valentine's Day =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines All *muacks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113983380632773950?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113983380632773950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113983380632773950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113983380632773950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113983380632773950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-first-month-sweetheart-many-more.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113962362219921783</id><published>2006-02-11T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:07:02.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A thousand apologies and thanks to all you lovely people who waited till 5+ for me despite ending freaking early. Thanks =). Was so embarassing as i was the only one who ended so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanning session was really pathetic. More during holidays please, let's take photos of the school too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jap presentation's finally over and i remembered all my lines! So proud of myself haha. It's really an achievement can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Marina for steamboat with pams, ding, mimi, lili, jan, alvin, peacock, kenny, althea, ah mei, siew chin and janet. So cool. Shared the steamboat with mimi, lili, jan, alvin and peacock for which mimi peacock and i were dubbed da chang jing by emperor alvin. Lol. The evening was definately fun. The others seems like such vegetations with their big piles of vegetables. Ours were only found in the soup to make it sweeter and fried with our meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to esplanade for fireworks. Unfortunately, i missed it. Asked him out too late to watch. Anyway it was nice sitting up there looking at the clouds and listening to the open air concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was just a lovely dream =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113962362219921783?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113962362219921783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113962362219921783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113962362219921783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113962362219921783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/thousand-apologies-and-thanks-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113948877895529284</id><published>2006-02-09T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:39:39.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess today was considered a success. Damn you all who didnt turn up despite being guranteed a reservation. Should have asked my mom to come. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elated that many liked our chocolate cake, it's definately the highlight of the week. Lol. Many thanks to peacock, lynette and kaili for doing it up. Me? I was busy trying to get a good brandy snap out which wasnt too bad by my 3rd attempt? Haha. And it was fun scoping the ice cream =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks our last day at TAS. Already many of us are missing it. I agree i hated the place at first due to many friends being at TP and the place was so ill-equipped. However as time went by, after all our complains, the place started to get better. Drink machines, water cooler, benches and such. It really turned out to be quite a little heaven for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides who else have leather seats for lectures and labs, fast speed computers, blasting of music in the labs, eating, drinking and playing of games which by the way is banned now. Yes, i'll definately miss the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more running out in the middle of school to take bus rides, visit attractions and definately travel to town and queensway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall have to start getting used to waking up 1+hr before lessons again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113948877895529284?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113948877895529284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113948877895529284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113948877895529284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113948877895529284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-guess-today-was-considered-success.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113940644326375490</id><published>2006-02-08T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:47:23.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally did my accounts tutorial like since after the first tutorial? Lol. So proud of myself *beams* Then again, i did it only to shut Jolie's mouth due to the fact that i was crashing the earlier class so that we can go for our long awaited k session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could tell that Jolie was disappointed that she couldnt shame any of us especially me for not doing tutorial. Bet she was surprised, the rest were haha. It's a known fact that i dont do my tutorials okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can understand why she loves the class so much that she doesnt get upset even when they make so much noise and walk around. For one, we dont buy her drinks before the start of the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont see why she wont like our class. We're so quiet * innocent eyes* but then again, we're so quiet that we dont even answer her questions. Maybe she doesnt like us going in, putting our bags before heading to the toilet? THANK GOD FOR THE LAST LESSON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was quite disappointed by somethings today. Even if you said it in jest, it didnt seem so. We didnt make that much noise when you crashed our class and in fact we were happy to see familiar faces. I dont see why you should say such things when we crash the class, so what if we have one person more. If there arent enough seats, there's always the class next door. The stuff about priority? Apparently you knew we were coming. So what's the deal with the commotion and the loud declaration of no space when the teacher steps in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're worried that we'll take the attention away from your beloved teacher, forget it. We were there just for attendance. To think we would have welcomed you guys with open arms should you want to join our class again. Why should i even care. But the next time you want to say something like this, please think through first and consider how you were treated in the similar situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us good luck for tomorrow. It's just so cool that our class was even overbooked. Everyone loves us! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113940644326375490?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113940644326375490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113940644326375490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113940644326375490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113940644326375490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-finally-did-my-accounts-tutorial.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113923319739306119</id><published>2006-02-06T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:39:57.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lo Hei Dinner at Oriental yesterday. Compared to last year's Lo Hei, it was a huge dissapointment. What made things worse was the lack of seats right from the start. At least during the Christmas dinner, SJCC members were allowed in first. Apparently subscribing members were allowed in first, but none of us heard that. This despite being so darn close to the door. Then again, there were so many uncles and aunties crowding round the door half an hour before it commenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the problems of the tables settled, the lion dance, our dinner finally commenced. Lo Hei is best done with friends definately. Dinner was pleasant i guess, last year's shark fin soup was nicer for sure lol. Dessert was presented in a lovely way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at RITS today was ok i guess, many aspects could have been better but nevertheless good job to all those involved. Hopefully Thursday will be good for us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are fast approaching. Let's all do our best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113923319739306119?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113923319739306119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113923319739306119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113923319739306119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113923319739306119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/lo-hei-dinner-at-oriental-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113902285624970306</id><published>2006-02-04T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T11:14:16.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm really screwed. Definately failed my Jap listening test after being late for a few minutes which resulted in me missing at least 20 out of the 30+ questions? And my lecturer cant find my LOA for Open House yet which mean that i've missed jap for 3 weeks. Shit. Dont want to take 2 CDS next semester please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we'll cope being back at TP. So many unknown faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113902285624970306?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113902285624970306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113902285624970306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113902285624970306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113902285624970306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-im-really-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113880104073882716</id><published>2006-02-01T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:37:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CNY is losing it's magic. I know i've said this to some but i'll say it again. No ba kwa, no steamboat, no sharkfin (not that i always do haha) no so many things. It seems more like a fomality to me. The smiles, the sweet voice i talk with with my relatives. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nieces and nephew were a bore, mainly due to almost all of them crying, interested in the illegal sparklers brought back and not forgetting my cousins who came back for a visit. It's bad enough that no one bothers much about me as they think of me as xiao mei. Guai, quiet who'll probably stay by her parents side forever coz she does no wrong. Frankly they just don't know me that well. Then again, i'm thankful for them coz they do care more for me, sincerely than my dad's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can wait till the next CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee min, i'm missing you already! Please choose a better time to come back next time lol. Dont come when we're admist all our projects and school. BBQ will be on the next time you are back =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Cheaper By The Dozen 2. It's worth the $7.00 ticket, but definatly not the weekend rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming! Which means holidays =). Shall find better paying jobs to earn more money since i dont work during school time anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113880104073882716?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113880104073882716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113880104073882716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113880104073882716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113880104073882716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/02/cny-is-losing-its-magic.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113846328813970783</id><published>2006-01-28T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:48:08.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Projects are finally over, apologies for not staying all the way on thursday but i still had spring cleaning to do. Sorry to all. However, FBO so sucks can, making us submit FILA on thursday. Gave me a heart attack when i saw tuesday, but luckily after some confirmation, it's on 2 Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went for Jap after missing 3 lessons in a row, shall clear my next leave next week lol. Dont expect me to memorise the script over new year can, besides, i want to have some fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering on Friday was great. =) Glad that i went. Saw many dear friends like Tabi, Geraldine, Fatima, Fida, Taufiq, Matt, Tiak Hee, Wei Jing, Wen Hong, Wei Yi, Ivan, Pei Yan and Zhi Qing. Did i miss anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway BBQ was abit of a flop due to the strong winds, therefore we headed back to the house to cook over the teppanyaki stove. By the way, Ivan's place is like so damn cool, was so totally lost for words. Like. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More gatherings during holidays k, BBQ at my place =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we both quite famous amongst each other's friend and we've seemed to have swop names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, long day tomorrow. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113846328813970783?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113846328813970783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113846328813970783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113846328813970783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113846328813970783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/projects-are-finally-over-apologies.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113832615816564247</id><published>2006-01-27T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T09:42:38.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Projects are done and yet i cant have my beauty rest. At least not till the 2nd day of CNY. Sigh, i need my rest!!!! Think i'm falling sick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards to a certain group memeber, i think it's unfair if you think we're shutting you out as you've been informed of meetings by both emaill and sms and you always have lessons or work so dont blame us. Especially not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont think that i'm the one that doesnt give you the work to do and all. Firstly, i was only the leader for FM so if for any other subjects, dont ask me. It's not my problem nor my fault. Besides, how much can we update you when you're never around at our meetings and you work is just one thing - rubbish. It's not useful, it's not helpful and it just gives us a headache to edit. Frankly, we hardly even bother to put it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dont you carry on thinking that i'm the one that's against you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant be bothered with you. After all, PROJECTS ARE OVER! And hopefully i dont have you in my class again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wonder how many turned up for culinary yesterday .. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113832615816564247?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113832615816564247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113832615816564247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113832615816564247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113832615816564247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/projects-are-done-and-yet-i-cant-have.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113808007714836738</id><published>2006-01-24T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:21:17.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Presentation's finally over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that mugging yesterday, flared tempers, sudden burst of "songs" we did it! And i must say i think we did a good job, despite the usual i think we didnt add in enough, i think it's not detailed enough, but now i know, we did what we think was right. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain incidents happened today that made me wonder. I hope that it's true, i hope that it's real and lastly i hope that it'll last. I dread to think how it'll be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113808007714836738?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113808007714836738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113808007714836738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113808007714836738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113808007714836738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/presentations-finally-over-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113803396251469535</id><published>2006-01-23T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:32:42.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, i must say i'd like to thank Mr Warren Kwok CHEE HONG for this lovely opportunity to include being an engineer in my future resume. Yup, i can specialize in HVAC, Lighting and Laundry. Now should my career in Hospitality &amp; Tourism fail, i can always be an engineer! Isn't that lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing, this idiotic project is only 20% ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113803396251469535?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113803396251469535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113803396251469535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113803396251469535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113803396251469535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow-i-must-say-id-like-to-thank-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113794614934348793</id><published>2006-01-22T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:09:09.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I wanted to know how HVAC works, I'd study engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to know how the lighting system works, I'd study engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to know how the laundry system works, I'd be an engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly which part of HTM says engineer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that sometimes our lecturers just hold us to high in regard. For such a damn project, you'd think that we were in Degree level at the very least. Like hello? Why the hell would i want to know how such systems work in a semester when others have 3 years to learn about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, why should i be bothered about a restaurant that is doomed to fail in China when firstly their layout is horrendous? If you cant even stand to stay there to work, what makes you think we can save such a pathetic hotel with our 'knowledge' gained from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band Concert was not bad i guess, fall asleep partly but it's due to the fact that i slept at 3 and woke up at 8+? Not forgetting that i changed my sofa seat covers alone and cleaned the fans while my brother happily took a nap. Hell, so what if he's tired, he doesnt need to do much at the army considering his injured leg. Am i not tired after sleeping so late almost daily? Am i not mentally drained from all the projects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your excuses are the same everytime. He's tired. So i cant be tired la? For someone who i thought would understand me best, i seriously think i'm wrong. To you i'm just someone out to have fun isn't it. Does it ever occur to you that i do make an effort? That maybe i'm just taking a much needed break to save myself from going insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Please shoot me dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113794614934348793?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113794614934348793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113794614934348793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113794614934348793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113794614934348793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-i-wanted-to-know-how-hvac-works-id.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113785342147178828</id><published>2006-01-21T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T22:23:41.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that for the first time i safely say that i think i'm in love. Weird? I dont think so. Sometimes being in a relationship doesnt mean being in love but for some reason or a another, i really do think that i'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i cant seem to stop blushing whenever he looks at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking about having a future together, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see him and just would like to see him everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me wants to keep it quiet yet another part of me just wants to shout it out to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i'm saying but yes i do think i'm in love for once haha.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;On another note, do i look like a freaking engineer to you? Lucky folks get 3 years to learn on facility management yet i have to learn on 3 Golden Systems in like weeks? I'm tired, work are sent in late, i hate the idea of pieceing all the work together and yes executive summary, introduction and conclusion is not done, not forgetting presentation slides. Doesnt help that we're the first group too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113785342147178828?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113785342147178828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113785342147178828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113785342147178828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113785342147178828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-that-for-first-time-i-safely.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113780814636082555</id><published>2006-01-21T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T09:49:06.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: If you are ever that crazy to take part in Open House again next year as a course guide;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wear flats, as in for black shoes&lt;br /&gt;2) Get lots of rest the night before&lt;br /&gt;3) No matter how tempting the cookies are, just take one&lt;br /&gt;4) Carry a bottle of water around of at least sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was like so freaking tired after the whole event even though i sneaked off slightly earlier. But my back was aching, my voice was disappearing and i was just to darn tired repeating the same things over and over again. My mind even went black when i was talking to some of the people for a while, but hey i think i managed to convince quite a few people to sign up. One mother was even so impressed that she asked for my name. Despite all the backache and all, i'm still quite proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was happy when the lecturers praised us, i mean they did tell me directly that i've been doing a good job but i would think they told the rest the same because frankly we rock. I mean our chat room was like so crowded the whole day, not just with our own people but with students too. Coolness, the other chatrooms were like quite quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was to have to explain the difference between HTM and LRM, leisure resort management. Gawd, some people still dont get it even after me explaining 2-3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea anyway headed to town for a walk after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yea, credits to a certain someone who was so lovely to go all the way to TM to help Pam fix her shoe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so xing fu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113780814636082555?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113780814636082555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113780814636082555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113780814636082555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113780814636082555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/note-to-self-if-you-are-ever-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113767896248737520</id><published>2006-01-19T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:56:02.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently only one guest turned up for lunch at RITS, our dear lovely Mrs Teo. And how many people from T10 turned up for culinary science. 6, excluding me of course. Lol. I was 'happily' typing away in the comfort of cyber centre for which is my first time i entered. So sua ku lo. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, wonder if our secret plan can still be carried out, lol, after being caught by 2 mutual friends. Even if it cant be carried out, it's ok, at least we can be aboveboard about it =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open House tomorrow, cant wait. But the thought of waking up early and spending hours in heels, i guess isnt enough to deter me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what i'm typing now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113767896248737520?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113767896248737520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113767896248737520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113767896248737520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113767896248737520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/apparently-only-one-guest-turned-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113756674063592605</id><published>2006-01-18T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T14:45:40.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shall attempt a post before i start on my oh so dreaded projects. Decided to skip accounts to save myself from further vommiting blood after the oh so useless if you give me the manual i'll teach myself OPERA lesson. Frankly i'll do a better job learning on my own than have you ask us do some stupid stuff without teaching us how and getting so esperated when we have no idea what she's talking about. For someone who haven't uttered a single vulgarity in a long time, i lost count of how many what the f*** i uttered out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounts tutorial is frankly useless to me. All i need are the answers and some time before exams and i'll get it myself. I'm not bragging but as long as one has the answer, it's quite easy to figure out la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of exams, HTM Year 2 please take a good look at our exam timetable as follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Accounting &amp; Finance for Hospitality &amp;amp; Tourism BAF2009&lt;br /&gt;20 Feb 2006 09:30 - 11:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food &amp; Beverage Operations &amp;amp; Management BHT3007&lt;br /&gt;21 Feb 2006 14:30 - 16:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meetings, Incentives, Conventions &amp; Exhibitions BHT3008&lt;br /&gt;21 Feb 2006 19:00 - 21:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facilities Management BHT3009&lt;br /&gt;22 Feb 2006 14:30 - 16:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lodging Systems &amp;amp; Operations BHT3011&lt;br /&gt;23 Feb 2006 09:30 - 11:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i did ask for 2 papers in a day so that it finishes faster but no i didnt mean for it to be like in the afternoon and the later paper in the evening! Like hello, finish at 9? By the time i reach home will be like 10+ and i dont need to eat le la. How to study for the next paper, not that i will actually. And yes not that i'll stay all the way but still!!! Shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects are due!!! I hate this semester's projects. People learn about the air condition system in a semester and i have to do a report on it without being taught much? WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop ngiaming and start on projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113756674063592605?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113756674063592605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113756674063592605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113756674063592605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113756674063592605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/shall-attempt-post-before-i-start-on.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113750979605476062</id><published>2006-01-17T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:56:36.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How much bad luck can a person get in a day. First i got ranted by my mom for i don't know what reason which leads to her nagging at me before proceeding to shout at me when i didnt answer her. And yup, there she goes taking my hp and going thru my messages when i have to throw the rubbish, feed my pet and all the nonsense that she wants me to do. Irritating! She seems to like pms-ing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next i got scolded by my dad who deemed my dressing as too revealing i guess but hey it's just a tank top and cargo pants! So yup got into my second row of the day and just headed out. Parents have double standard at times. First he gets my mom to buy me a tube, next he complains when i wear one. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stupidly hit my self against the pull out board where the keyboard is at the lab today when i backed too fast. Still hurt even when i attended dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my bag which zip so happily came out and i couldn't save it which resulted in me spending $70+ on a new bag. I'm like so broke le lo, now i cant buy my bro this top i was planning to give him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's not go to how my parents refuse to speak to me nicely and for hating my tone when i talk back. Hey you started raising your voice first okay! You know i hate it when you do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pissed at my mom for spying on my handphone after taking it away while i was still messaging halfway last night. I thought we had the trust there and that you understood me. But frankly it's just a wishful thinking on my part aint it. After all if it weren't for the carelessness on your part, you wont have me so soon after having kor and life wouldnt be so troublesome for you now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what i'm talking about anymore. On one hand i'm getting i feel as if i'm losing that bond with my parents which is seriously fustrating and depressing. Yet on the other hand i feel so xing fu because of you my dear and all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody just shoot me dead would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113750979605476062?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113750979605476062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113750979605476062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113750979605476062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113750979605476062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-much-bad-luck-can-person-get-in.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113742587136294220</id><published>2006-01-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:38:02.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you my dear for the lovely gift that you got for me =) so sweet of you to keep getting lovely surprises though i hardly get you any. Still my surprise was worth it right =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw many friends while at TP to do projects today. Realised that i'll probably miss alot of them after they graduate by the time we return back to TP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects are due and i still cant stop procrastinating! Shall attempt soon. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched In Her Shoes which was the usual Hollywood plot when all turns out well but still, the show is really sweet. Parental Guidence strongly advised especially since the starting was quite, ranchy? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, lili alvin and gu, is your curiousity finally satisfied =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, this is my 180th post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113742587136294220?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113742587136294220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113742587136294220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113742587136294220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113742587136294220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/thank-you-my-dear-for-lovely-gift-that.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113731638922513841</id><published>2006-01-15T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:20:15.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that this world can be quite sad. Children renouncing their parents due to religion. Yes it does happen and sometimes to people close to your heart. Wanted to post about this precendently but was always 'interrupted' by my other train of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard about how some distant relatives refuesed to attend their parent's funeral due to religion. Mainly they're christians but their parents arent. Is this what the bible teaches one? Shouldnt we be tolerant of each other's beliefs and respect each other despite a difference in religion. In fact what's a religion? To me it's just something to believe in and in a way acts as a guide in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how my dad used to make us attend church with us when we were younger. It wasnt a problem to me until i joined the youth sunday school. Still i remember ever thinking must i be a christian so that i will be saved? What about the other religions? Will they not be saved because they're not christians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i dont see why they cant cast their religion aside and sent their parents on their last journey. The years of hardwork and pain cant be compared to a religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maternal grandparents passed away when i was young but during a recent conversation about it recently, i gained new respect for my dad. It was evident that my aunts were thankful to my dad, helping them with the funeral despite the religion differences. Although i know he'll like us to be christians and forces me to attend service every sunday now that i dont work, he still visits the temple with us and pays respect to my grandparents, just that we dont use the joss stick anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the world should have more people like my dad. Respect each and every religion and to me, at the end of the day, it's the family ties and friendship that matters, not religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way did you know that Singapore Casket is owned by a Jew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do note this post is not to offend but i'm just stating what i feel about people who would not give their parents the due respect all because of religion differences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113731638922513841?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113731638922513841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113731638922513841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113731638922513841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113731638922513841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-that-this-world-can-be-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113723577908646667</id><published>2006-01-14T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:50:27.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was great! Not only did it not rain, i skipped Jap tutorial to play monopoly and walk around Habourfront =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met him to watch the Musical Fountain which is so much different from what i remember eons ago. Still i must say i enjoyed myself and like finally after a year have i caught the show. Whatever that happened will always have a special place in my heart =). Took the cablecar and the view was simply breath taking. Had great fun =) never knew that the night scene in Singapore was so tranquil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects are due soon and i cant seem to stop procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch movies! In her shoes, Elizabethtown, Memoirs of a Geisha and Cheaper by the Dozen 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113723577908646667?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113723577908646667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113723577908646667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113723577908646667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113723577908646667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/yesterday-was-great-not-only-did-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113707884450103736</id><published>2006-01-12T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T23:49:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trail cooking today was successful and the highlight was definately the dessert which was mainly peacock's work. I was doing the not so successful brandy snaps or glass cookies and the orange sauce. However i'm still proud as i'm doing desserts =). People do make early bookings on the last Thursday of school week 14. Trust me, food is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy Sim even said that it was happening despite him not supposed to give comments till the actual day. He even told the afternoon batch that it was very positive. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am being put down on friday for Open House. Do come visit me people. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lovely time walking around Suntec, followed by Marina, Esplanade and lastly Raffles City. That seems to be the place for us hur. Haha, not that i mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my lovely da ge, Willy today =), been such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone le, so happy and yes it's out of my own pocket. My mom doesnt pay for such materialistic items anymore, not that i want her to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start on MICE. Take care all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113707884450103736?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113707884450103736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113707884450103736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113707884450103736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113707884450103736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/trail-cooking-today-was-successful-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113699427369669295</id><published>2006-01-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T23:44:33.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please do not tempt me with Monopoly tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the site is so lagging these few days. Attempted to play during OPERA lesson to no avil. Couldnt seem to start a table thus we ended up entertaining ourselves at the main lobby. Conversation was funny especially to those reading or involved. The best being the guy asking us to stop lol-ing which resulted in us spamming the area with lols. Weird people who cut into our conversation making us think real hard who they may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays are supposed to be the best days, due to the short hours and being able to go home early the only day of the week. Yes 4pm may be late but that's my earliest ok. Teachers seem to dislike us especially a certain 'I want all of you to pass that's why i changed your grouping' teacher. Thanks, not only have you made things worse, freeloaders arent gonna change and neither are we going to have a better time. Mrs 'Alvin i'm so cold' doesnt seem that bad anymore. Frankly she's ok as long as she loses her hum sup longing looks at Alvin, giving that idiotic look when we dont pay attention, attempt to crack lame jokes and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching TabTV and they were talking about people who suffer depression and mutilate themselves. Brought back lots of memories and i'm glad, in the end i didnt become one of them. Still i guess i wasnt any better by swollowing numerous panadols, running away from home, smoking and such. Do note all these are all in the past, please don't judge me on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression does get to anyone of any age, but ultimately it's how much you want to save yourself before you can snap out of it. It always help to have someone to talk to instead of bottling it all up. Therefore should any of you need a listening ear, i'm always here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesnt rain on friday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113699427369669295?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113699427369669295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113699427369669295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113699427369669295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113699427369669295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/please-do-not-tempt-me-with-monopoly.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113690459473452701</id><published>2006-01-10T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:51:51.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've updated Randomzoo10 already. It's getting dead people!!! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here i am digressing even more than ever. Despite having spent most of my afternoon playing Bejeweled 2 instead of project, i still dont have the motivation to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly i couldnt go out today due to some reasons. A thousand apologies dear one. I hope it doesn't rain on friday and i cant wait for our surprises to unfold. So fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is coming and yet i've not done my shopping. Shall ask ma for a budget which will come out of her pocket instead of mine this time. I can't afford to pay for myself now that i'm not working anymore. However once the holiday starts i shall work hard and earn more money. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new TV came today and to think i used to think our old TV was gigantic. I was definately proven wrong when i saw the new TV. The old one looks so minute next to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do note that although i SEEM rich and that my money never seems to deplete, it's all my hard earned money. Apart from my basic allowance of $180 a month which includes transport, all other expenses are borne by me. I was quite surprised when my friend noted this out to me once. Asking me that despite complaining of a miserable allowance, i dont seem to run out of money. Well my dears, it's because i save the money i earned while working and i only spend abit more on pampering myself with food and an occasional material item. There you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about money, i'm still pissed at a certain poor girl who claims to be poor and yet is able to spend $500 in a WEEK. Oh my, wonder where it leaves poor beggars like me who dont even spend that much on material items on myself in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly looking forward to CNY actually, having to go round visiting. Frankly i prefer my mom's side as compard to my dad as it's much closer to the heart and less political? That i don't know anymore. Sigh, all the fake smiles enough to cramp the cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully there'll be more change of plans this year. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant believe but it's true, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just glad i got to know you. =)&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/11576081-113690459473452701?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113690459473452701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113690459473452701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113690459473452701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113690459473452701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-updated-randomzoo10-already.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113672831967818291</id><published>2006-01-08T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:54:16.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason, i've seemed to lost all mood and inspiration to do projects. Just don't know how to go about it which results in much procrastination and untouched work the last few nights. Sleep doesnt seem to be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project work seems to be getting more over-bearing especially with the inclusion of MICE's field assignment to be done by Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 days into the new year and we've already had our first charity show. The donation doesnt seem to be coming in in thousands like previous years. I still remember the times when donations were only $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason for the lack of donation would be NKF saga i guess. Frankly i think that they should have done it after the new year, after all the collection of red packets and definately after people have some time to forget about NKF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my part and donated $5. Haha. No matter what at least i can say that i've done my part for charity and have a clear conscience. If they were to spend the money unnecessarily as for NKF, well i guess they can only blame themselves in future. People dont forgive that easily the second time i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall attempt my project. Ciaos all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113672831967818291?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113672831967818291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113672831967818291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113672831967818291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113672831967818291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-some-reason-ive-seemed-to-lost-all.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113655855168490532</id><published>2006-01-06T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:47:43.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Su Ting ran 3 rounds today which totals to 1.2km. Can you believe it??? Would love to have done much better but sadly the last time i ran was during secondary 4. So i guess i'm proud of myself considering that i didnt stop and walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt quite proud of our school for organising the Will @ TP event, however, i highly doubt anyone bothered about the emcee. I thought they were well... horrible? I'm sorry but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Wei Qi at the lounge while passing time, Qi, next time can always call me anytime to rant. =] Not forgetting, saw many friends today which made me think twice about wanting to stay in Sentosa for the rest of the school life. Lol. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally caught The Cronicles of Naria. It's really nice, including the fighting scenes. Headed to Suntec to walk before heading to esplanade. I agree i'm a mountain tortise, i've not been round esplanade seriously. The view on the roof is simply breath-taking, it just makes me at a loss of words. Company was really great today, thanks to all that i've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that when guys exclaim how disgusting it is to see those mushy cant keep their hands off each other couples are, deep down that's what they want to do too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's still possible in our generation to live happily ever after and hold hands while spending the rest of your days despite the graying or thinning hairs, wrinkle and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should take up pole dancing. Lol. Just kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113655855168490532?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113655855168490532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113655855168490532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113655855168490532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113655855168490532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/su-ting-ran-3-rounds-today-which.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113647689028772017</id><published>2006-01-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:01:30.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can barely keep my eyes open but yet here i am doing up my blog as the links cant work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New hair colour for the new year =]. Shall try not to dye my hair so often this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all that frying in the afternoon has gotten to me. Despite showering i still feel as i i smell of oil. Sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113647689028772017?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113647689028772017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113647689028772017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113647689028772017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113647689028772017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-can-barely-keep-my-eyes-open-but-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113638806379838656</id><published>2006-01-04T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:32:11.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently a certain someone was too lazy to slowly find my blog and resorted to asking a mutual friend. Haha i'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great, had lots of fun talking, sharing about secondary school life and all and not forgetting laughter. Frankly all my nervousness and inhibitions left the moment i saw him. Total different from having blood gush to my head and my heart pounding on the escalator up to the control station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked aimlessly around Marina, there's still alot that needs to be done before the crowd will come in full force even during the weekdays. Had Andersons which satisfied my craving for their Belgium Chocolate. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondered around abit more before heading for dinner at the food court. Caught part of the laser show which was one thing - romantic. Haha, it's just something different from what i'll usually do and it did satisfy my curiosity of going there with someone special after i first knew about the show years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a friend said, the best things in life happens when you least expects them to. That's why they are so wonderful. This just puts all my thoughts in words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113638806379838656?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113638806379838656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113638806379838656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113638806379838656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113638806379838656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/apparently-certain-someone-was-too.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113630345027943369</id><published>2006-01-03T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:50:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished Nicholas Spark's Message in a Bottle. It's really sweet and romantic and unlike those fairytale endings whereby the main starts lives happy ever after, this really brings tears to the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started of with Theresa, a columnist who happened to pick up a bottle with a message inside one day at the beach. Touched by what was written, she posted the letter with the encouragement of her boss. This attracted a reader to send a similar letter that was found and leading to Theresa finding a 3rd letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intriqued, she decided to located the author of the letters and soon found herself falling in love with him. At first everything was ok despite the long distance between them. However, the day that Garret (the author) asked Theresa to move down with him, he found that she has 3 of his letters and flared up. Leaving Theresa no chance for explanation he packed his things and left on the earliest flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disheartened, Theresa flew to Garret the next day and initiated a cooling off period leading to Garret sailing despite the fierce storm leading to the crashing of his boat and his body being found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is really quite heartwarming and i do like the fact that it's quite close to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just hope that it's true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and what happens will be like a lovely dream that i wont wake up from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want the same,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just that we can create a wonderful story together.&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/11576081-113630345027943369?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113630345027943369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113630345027943369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113630345027943369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113630345027943369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-finished-nicholas-sparks-message.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113612414833132437</id><published>2006-01-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:18:15.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; HEIGHT: 194px" height="506" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/silverstar_87/PC300675.jpg" width="585" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*image worx*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 235px; HEIGHT: 214px" height="572" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/silverstar_87/PC300674.jpg" width="740" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*toot cheer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are up and i made it smaller so you can either ask me for the original one or just take from my pictures link, under Jan06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who added me in friendster, i think my account has some problem as it shows that i dont have any pending invites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year is gone, just like that and soon it'll be new year, camps, internship, and graduation. So fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see for 2005 what have i done,&lt;br /&gt;1) Finally quite work at Tonkichi&lt;br /&gt;2) Helped out at Rasa's event which left a bad impression&lt;br /&gt;3) Had lots of fun as the bar girl at SATS cathering&lt;br /&gt;4) Became a host and got to watch many nice fashion shows at Singapore Fashion Week 2005&lt;br /&gt;5) Made some mistakes which are over and done with. Some people can carry on living in their fantasy land.&lt;br /&gt;6) Cooked a decent western meal from scratch for my family&lt;br /&gt;7) Made numerous of new friends&lt;br /&gt;8) Went out more with my friends&lt;br /&gt;9) Had a birthday party =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i cant really think of much at the moment but over all 2005 was fine with the exception of one major mistake. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The signs seems to be there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i simply dont dare,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder if it's true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or will it just be a case of deja vu?&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/11576081-113612414833132437?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113612414833132437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113612414833132437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113612414833132437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113612414833132437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2006/01/image-worx-toot-cheer-pictures-are-up.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113601094784095911</id><published>2005-12-31T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T14:35:47.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from camp =]. I must say it was quite fun especially listening to rina and chewy 'quarrel'. Really entertaining. Lots of fun laughing at people during the performance as no one bothered about us. Late night prata sessions which satisfied my long craving for it. Still the one near NUS is nicer. Lots of zhong ji mi ma to finish left over food and fruits. Kind of lazy to blog about camp now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chit-chat session for OSIP was ok i guess, highly doubt i'll get it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents still ignoring me which is just as well. Was prepared to just dump my things, washup change and head out again if they were to scream at me. First time i reach home so early from SU camp, even with the long 1+ hr ride on bus and mrt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects are due and i cant be bothered to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113601094784095911?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113601094784095911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113601094784095911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113601094784095911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113601094784095911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113560235401309196</id><published>2005-12-26T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T21:05:54.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well i must say christmas this year is definately very different considering that i've finally made my way down to my church's service after many months of absense. Not just that, i even went for another service at City Harvest. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve was spent at grandma's for a lovely homecooked dinner followed by supper at coffee bean with my aunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents this year, well not as disappointing for some items i guess. Lovely of kor to get the Jay's latest cd, parents for the ipod nano, aunt for the pineapple tarts, grandaunt &amp; granduncle for the Lancome lip gloss, aunt for the jewel box, aunt for the socks o.O, aunt for the fila bag which not exactly my taste, oh ya grandaunt for the bath set. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service at City Harvest was ok ba, haha, glad to have pammie for company and yup her friends were friendly. Headed to their carnival for a ride and drinks with her cell members. Poor me got squashed by pammie when she slid my way haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of lazy to continue. Ciaos all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113560235401309196?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113560235401309196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113560235401309196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113560235401309196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113560235401309196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-i-must-say-christmas-this-year-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11576081.post-113535049855232373</id><published>2005-12-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:08:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still pissed at my dad for not only downloading all his yahoo messenger, yahoo nonsense, msn messenger 7.5 and such resulting in my computer being so damn lagged but he also accused me telling not to anyhow visit website. Like hello? I dont visit porn or pick up girls (or in my sense guys) online and such shit. And he told my mom i should know what he means after saying that sentence. Fuck you man, dont you dare accuse me when that's what you do. Dont you me as your shield when you do such thing next time saying that i visited those site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Christmas is coming. Failed to bring my grandma out on our yearly Takashimaya shopping trip this year. Besides the boardshorts that i got for my brother (setting me back by $40.. dang), i havent got any other presents. Thankfully i didnt forget the cards and candies this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve is tomorrow, yet i dont seem to be in the mood. I'm tired and i dont know why. Seemed to have lost quite a fair bit of weight again. NO!!!! Wished i had the appetite to eat more though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont seem to be making much sense lately do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note: I won against alvin and zifu in monopoly today =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11576081-113535049855232373?l=turn-back-time.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/feeds/113535049855232373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11576081&amp;postID=113535049855232373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113535049855232373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11576081/posts/default/113535049855232373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turn-back-time.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-still-pissed-at-my-dad-for-not-only.html' title=''/><author><name>ting~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
